"Oh? Is Mr. Berserker here to negotiate with us? It seems Jack and I don't have much room to choose!"
There was no panic on Rokudou Reika's face. There never had been. If one had to put it that way, her personality was naturally a little airheaded. But when it came to scheming, even Amakusa Shirou Tokisada fell short of her.
"No, you actually do have a choice." Shirou leaned back in his chair with a malicious smile. "Either surrender, take Black Faction's Assassin back to the Black Faction, or refuse to surrender and be annihilated here by me. Those are all your options."
So he hadn't given her any choice at all! This was just coercion, wasn't it? It was absolutely coercion!
"Oh my, Mr. Berserker certainly knows how to joke!" Rokudou Reika said as she soothed her Servant.
Jack had wanted to attack the moment Shirou spoke, but thankfully, Rokudou Reika held her back. She had accompanied Jack on hunts for magi and knew exactly what level her Servant was at.
That was combat strength surpassing humanity itself. That was how Rokudou Reika saw Servants, despite having spent less than half a month with hers. There was no need to be surprised; Rokudou Reika adapted quickly to new things, and her worldview was not particularly firm.
Yet even with a Servant of her own, Rokudou Reika did not think she could defeat Shirou. Just now, when Shirou had grabbed her, she had felt her soul tremble. It was practically the oppressive hierarchy of a food chain!
Besides, Jack was merely an Assassin. Making an Assassin face a Berserker head-on was not a rational choice to begin with, let alone when she had herself as baggage.
She couldn't win. This was simply not an opponent Black Faction's Assassin could