[X] Bid the group farewell and return home, but not before asking about update on Berserker
-[X] On your way back to your apartment check the unknown messages just in case
-[X] Make a mental note to buy some blueberries for Kyoko
-[X] When you get back ask Archer
--[X] about his findings of your apartment's landlord
--[X] if he can teach you the basics of Reinforcement before you go to bed, since you doubt Alteration would suite you very well due to your dual Origin
Despite the lateness of the hour, Kure Kirika has not yet attempted to kick any of her girlfriend's guests out with her tired fake yawn and stretch tactic, as she has on nights past. Still, it has gotten late, and you imagine that Mikuni Oriko does not want or need to host guests at all hours of the night. With all respect, you should probably be heading out regardless of whether you are asked to leave or not. "Mikuni Oriko, Kure Kirika, I appreciate your willingness to host us all today," you say, bowing for your hosts. "Before I go-" you turn your attention to Kure Kirika "-you had said yesterday that you were able to settle things with regards to Berserker, is that correct? I would like an update on his condition, if you wouldn't mind giving it to me."
"I can do you one better," Kure Kirika responds. Her Command Seals flash red, and she calls out "Hey Berserker, get in here! Got someone who wants to see you!" You hardly think that's necessary; a simple verbal update on Berserker's condition would have been enough.
The towering black shape of Kure Kirika's maddened servant appears behind the master, but no longer is their form obscured by the shifting black smoke. Now, Berserker appears in gleaming beetle-like plate armour of a blue so darkened one would scarcely be at fault for calling it black. Their head, no longer hidden by a shadowed helmet, shows a middle-aged man of European heritage, with the strong jaw, stern eyes, and wavy shoulder-length purple hair of a professional model, with the marks of age giving him the quality of a fine wine made flesh. "You called for me, master?" he asks in a somber voice, his European face and maddened nature belying his perfect Japanese.
"Yeah." Kure Kirika jabs her thumb in your direction, saying "This one wanted to talk, I guess."
"I see." Berserker turns to you, offering his courtesy as he had done for his master, and he asks "And what, fair lady, would you ask of me?"
"Did you..." You stare at Kure Kirika, not entirely sure if what you saw were true. "Did you really just use a Command Seal to call your servant to you?"
"What?" Kure Kirika flashes you the back of her hand. All three of her Seals are still present, and you had seen no indication of Mikuni Oriko replenishing it in the few intervening moments. "Why would I do that? I'm not that stupid."
"It looked like you had, from where I'm sitting." Thankfully, it doesn't look like what you saw was really the case. Still, "Just... Be careful with how you use them. Mikuni Oriko won't be getting any more." You will hold Mikuni Oriko to her promise, that she would refrain from killing any more of this city's puella magi. The promise she made before these new girls made themselves a threat.
Though Archer has already sent you a packet containing Berserker's parameters, you take a moment to examine them for yourself, now that the haze of madness which had prevented you from reading them has lifted. Strength and Endurance have both dropped to B, and Agility has fallen from A+ to A. Mana and Luck are unchanged, but now you're seeing that Berserker's Noble Phantasm has risen, from A to A++. Most interesting. "I notice that your parameters have changed somewhat. Is that the only change you have experienced since having your Mad Enhancement lifted?"
"The return of my cognitive functions has been a mixed blessing. Though I have yet to venture out into combat with Lancer or my master, I can surmise that the return to myself will allow me to fight in full as I did in life. But in exchange, the lifting of madness's fog has caused my thoughts to often turn to the shame I dealt to my king. When last we met, she was unable to hear the words I meant for her, and for the second time I died without ever being scolded for my actions."
"Your king... Arthur, you mean?" Berserker nods. "But, King Arthur was present in the same War as my own Archer servant. He would have mentioned you as a participant had you been there."
"If there were a War other than my own, I would have no knowledge of it. But make no mistake, master of Archer, my king and I fought to the death as enemies in my own War."
"What was that like?"
"Darkness... Then, light again, just before the stroke of my king's sword brought me to my second death. I remember seeing my king in such suffering, despairing over the ruin she felt she had brought to the kingdom. I tried to assure her that through everything, all of us would have supported her no matter what, but my words could not reach her. After that, I have no memories of anything, until my new master summoned me and I was back in darkness. Now, I can see the light again, but where my king has gone I do not know. Tell me, has she been summoned again?"
"No." You shake your head. "The Saber servant has not been summoned yet." Nor do you have any guarantee that the Saber potentially to be summoned will be King Arthur, despite all evidence showing that he, or rather she, is a repeat participant.
"Perhaps it is for the best, then, that my king not have the misfortune of seeing me again in this form."
"Wait, wait, wait just a second-" Kure Kirika interjects, just as you were about to speak. "Let me get this straight. So, like, King Arthur... Was a woman? Am I hearing that correctly?"
"You are indeed correct, master." Berserker, you notice, makes a very concerted effort not to look in the direction of Mikuni Oriko as he speaks with his master. He was like that when he first appeared, you realize. "Our king was appointed by providence; that she was a woman has no bearing on the fact that she was our king, and all those who knew of her secret felt as such."
Kure Kirika shrugs, saying "Weird, but okay. Whatever floats your boat, I guess."
"Getting back to the matter at hand-" You have seen Berserker in combat only once, when Kure Kirika first summoned him that day in Mikuni Oriko's garden. She still has yet to repair the destruction that Caster and Berserker wrought in their conflict. The second time, he was motionless as Mikuni Oriko agreed to the terms of surrender; and the third time, you saw nothing, as Berserker was fighting inside Assassin's labyrinth. You have something of an idea as to what he can do, but you want to hear it from him. "-may I ask what you believe yourself to be capable of now, and how you are most comfortable fighting in battle?"
"I am a knight, master of Archer. As such, I have trained myself to be a master of all forms of combat, armed and not. I am equally comfortable engaging an enemy bare-handed, as I am with any weapon in my reach that one can imagine."
"Does that include modern weapons?"
"I have vague recollections of hijacking a fighter jet and using it in combat against the Archer servant of my War."
Well. It might be too early to say, but that alone makes Berserker sound like a valuable asset to have in the fight against Walpurgisnacht. Perhaps he can make use of some of the larger toys you have stored inside of your shield...
Well, you think to yourself, as you reach for the key to unlock your apartment, that was certainly a unique experience, speaking with Berserker. You take your shoes off once you enter, and finally get around to checking your phone for messages. You have three, each from the same unknown number. There are no words typed in any of them, but included in each message is a photograph of the unconscious Nagatsuki Miyuki, taking care to capture not only her, but the two Grief Seeds in her possession and the numerous cans of beer stashed underneath her bed, both empties and unopened alike. So, it's blackmail, then; that's what Archer hopes will bring her to the negotiating table.
"Welcome back." And speak of the devil... "Did you have a productive time with the team?"
You nod, saying "I believe so. Our team exercises are showing real progress, and we were able to take down a particularly troublesome witch. I'm doubtful that any one of us could have done it on our own, so the fact that we managed to defeat it as a team says to me that our team cohesion is improving." Good. "By the way, what were you able to find out about this residence's owner? Do you know who they are, or at least how to get in contact with them?"
"As a matter of fact I do." That tone of Archer's couldn't have been more telling if he tried. You hope that's not all the explanation you're getting without prodding him further. Archer Projects an aged pair of glasses directly in front of his eyes, and flips through a binder stuffed to the brim with documents. "According to the information I found in your father's legal documents... Ah, here we are! Pursuant to... do hereby bequeath sole ownership of all my possession to my daughter, Akemi Homura... This includes... As well as the residence, the payment for which shall be taken from a trust... Until Akemi Homura comes of age."
You stand there, stunned; partly because you cannot believe that Archer felt the need to do that whole routine just to convey something so simple, and partly because you were the owner this entire time. "Long story short, your father set up a trust before he died that would be responsible for paying for the building. It's airtight; the bank takes care of payments automatically and nobody, not you, not your father's lawyer, not the Prime Minster or the Emperor, not even God Himself, can touch a single Yen in that trust until you turn twenty." He closes the binder, slapping the cover for emphasis. "It's all in here, if you'd like to take a look for yourself."
"So, knowing that you're the master of the house, what's next?"
What's next? Well for one, you can give McRemitz-san an answer to her question, when she returns. But beyond that... "Blueberries," you say. Archer looks at you, as if to ask where that came from. "For Kyouko, I mean. When you get the chance, I was hoping you could pick up some blueberries for me to bring to Kyouko. I know they're not in season right now, but you should be able to get them imported from the greengrocer."
"Blueberries, got it. Anything else?"
The image of a knife snapping against the edge of your table springs to mind. "Yes. I was wondering if you could teach me the basics of Reinforcement. I have the hang of Projections, and you've already told me that I can't do Alterations, so Reinforcement is all that's left of the three basic disciplines."
Archer nods, leading you into the living room. The kitchen knife Projected by Hitomi has long since vanished, but Archer's still remains on the table, exactly where it was left. "So, I hope you've cleared the rest of your night, because this may take awhile."
That's fine by you. You've got all night.