Chapter 382: line with translation of chapter title

Berserker, the Berserker, is one of the original Seven Knights in "What era is this, still playing traditional job class?" As the literal meaning suggests, its servant's performance is mostly violent, or obsessive, to the point of being artificially given a berserk spell.

Anyway, there are some quite severe mental abnormalities.

Even speaking is difficult.

But if the other party can speak fluently—for example, the three before Aomo:

Vlad Tepes, Florence Nightingale, Vivian (crossed out)—Morgan le Fay.

That really calls for extra caution.

As everyone knows, the most dangerous among the mentally ill are usually not those who appear obviously manic, but those who seem normal.

You might think they're normal, that's just because you haven't interacted enough.

You haven't yet touched their abnormal side.

Moreover, the impression Berserkers give should somewhat be that of a warrior.

Uncle Vlad may give the impression of a lonely old man, but he's really just a middle-aged guy, lacking even the middle-aged feel he had as a Lancer; this is the prime of his life.

He is indeed a warrior.

And Miss Nightingale, called the world's first true female nurse, the founder and pioneer of nursing.

She too counts as a warrior.

Because the life captured of her as a servant is precisely that period of her youth when she enlisted.

Undoubtedly a military medic, she also holds a pepper-bottle gun that could be considered part of her spiritual gear—looking like a terribly inaccurate pepper-bottle gun, but what it actually is, Aomo can't really say.

First off, you don't need to know the servant's details that clearly. jpg

Given Aomo's understanding of the transmigrator group, anyone who has lived in this era for more than a week will also bear some traces of it, regardless of whether they are human or servant.

Simply put—can you really bear not to switch to those more convenient, precise, and powerful firepower?

At least modify your gear with this era's technology.

And that lady, estimated at 1.7 meters tall, with heels even putting her at eye level with Aomo—Miss Morgan...

Saying her life is that of a warrior is a bit of a stretch, but if we take the broad concept of "fighting what"—

—well, by that concept, who isn't a warrior? Civilians also fight against rice, oil, salt, and soy sauce.

Anyway, that job class labels her a Berserker, so she is a Berserker.

Even if she wields a staff that looks heavy enough to swing like a great axe, and meets you with instant grand magic (from Aomo's viewpoint), that's still Berserker!

"Mirror," "Tower," "Garden," "Coffin"—the grand magic mastered by a certain British witch is broadly divided into these four, and what is now blooming in the dream is the "Garden."

A type of curse tool that can confine a target, its scope includes "Abyss," "Loss," "Innocence," and... "Beautiful Dream."

Unlike the magic once used to trap Merlin, "Garden of the Innocent," the "Beautiful Dream Garden" constructed from "Beautiful Dream" expands through an indulgent illusory dream.

Even though this now fragmented dream is a amalgamation of collective mentality, she also displays astonishing magical prowess and mana reserves.

But this also means it's the same as Nightingale's Noble Phantasm.

Everyone gets a share.

The ideals we wish to achieve, the goals we wish to accomplish, the reunions we desire, the laurels we strive for... the fused dream world has not returned to the state of the horse-racing festival; instead, it has become somewhat chaotic and strange.

An excess of scenes, elements, and people are all jammed into this dream world; even Tony Biancca, whom Aomo had just been pulling, has broken free from his hand, landed steadily from the radiance of the Three Goddesses' source-energy skill, and runs wild across the abruptly appearing—Terra Prix track.

Aomo even saw a few university-section horse girls on that track with whom he'd had a brief encounter.

Evidently, Miss Tony Biancca regards them as rivals, outstanding contenders set to compete in the future Terra Prix.

To fight with all her might on such a field and win the championship is her beautiful dream.

Likewise, Miss Nightingale's foothold has also become part of a school building.

Aomo can see the outline of the teaching building behind her—that's a nursing academy; right now, beside her are many young girls walking by in nurse uniforms remade as school uniforms, nodding to her unchanged appearance.

Obviously, for this head nurse with an obsessive side, her beautiful dream is the continuation, expansion, and flourishing of the nursing profession—all voices of saving patients and the sick.

And Uncle Vlad...

He is currently on his homeland's land, being embraced by the populace.

Without the books and videos that shaped him into Dracula, this is the era when Wallachia still existed.

From children to adults to elders, men and women alike celebrate the festival; he, dressed in fine attire, gazes upon his countrymen, his face breaking into a warm smile.

No war's disturbance, no famine, nor any forced beautification... his assassinated father, his brother buried alive, his brother he himself killed.

What's passed cannot be reclaimed; the only thing worth his struggle is the present, and he finally can end that protracted war.

This is the prosperity he had longed for in life.

Strong as a heroic spirit, strong as a Berserker, even an obsessive, wrathful spirit will still reveal its most sincere smile in a beautiful dream.

And Aomo will also be greeted by clerks and horse girls calling him to go to the Two Worlds Safety Bureau to send a report; he also needs to attend each appointment for the transmigrator interview case and the interview with the Triple Crown horse girl's trainer.

"... You really just gonna stand there and watch?"

Aomo in a suit and those blurry-faced girls beside him walked a few steps, then turned his head toward the silver-haired witch nearby.

"I thought you came to thank me for helping Miss Grey."

"In your eyes, do I seem like someone who would care about that child?" the witch said lightly, the corners of her mouth also bearing a faint smile.

It sounded like mockery.

It also let Aomo reply in the same flat tone: "I don't know, but I know she won't grow into the person you're obsessed with."

"Is it really okay to tell me this now?"

"..." Aomo fell silent for a moment, then turned his gaze toward Uncle Vlad and Miss Nightingale, who stood clearly not far off but seemed each from a different world.

Their persons and backgrounds are as strikingly distinct as an Arknights Elite II illustration, yet they appear utterly immersed, making one doubt their "mana deficiency."

He ought to go wake those two, but...

Is it necessary?

"You hesitated, you also intend to keep watching here." Morgan's words remained especially sharp.

Let Aomo glance at her, then look toward Miss Ling, who was also looking.

This person, when quiet, had such low presence it was obvious; Aomo saw she wasn't trapped in any dream at all, but was running back and forth into others' dream scenes, blending in naturally, and then stealing others' alcohol.

She was selective in her visits, going only to dreams that contained alcohol.

This left Aomo speechless.

But he also indeed heard a faint piano sound at that moment.

His gaze narrowed, and he raised his hand, producing two distinctive Mage's Hands; left and right each pulled the Duke and the Head Nurse out of their respective dreams, and he also walked toward Ling.

That direction also happened to be the same as the source of the piano sound, which is unlikely to be a coincidence.

"I think I didn't disturb the two of you."

When the Mage's Hand reached out, the huge demonic hand indeed grabbed the other's waist, and Aomo noticed the steadiness of their expressions.

Without any disturbance, for their world to suddenly sprout a ferocious, terrifying demonic claw seemed perfectly natural to them.

Even Aomo could be certain.

In that second, he could see from their face that their smile deepened a bit.

In fact, the Morgan of the Aberrant Band is undoubtedly a warrior; his life has been nothing but constant battles, abandoning the glory of his oath, even turning the healing companion's staff into a lance to defeat enemies—such an utterly obsessive warrior is naturally a berserker.

But in Aomo's transmigrator memory— for this, even the clouds had no chance.

In that memory version, the Aberrant Band of Britain had not yet been opened; Aomo's understanding of Morgan was mixed with historical facts and revelations related to the ahoge plot, very primitive and with a large deviation, so he wasn't exactly friendly.

By the way, as someone who lived in the era of shared dreaming and had even seen custom-made sweet dreams, Aomo has a 'resistance' to sweet dreams.