"How should I put this... Miss Nightingale may be a Berserker, but it feels like she's surprisingly easy to communicate with?" Sitting in the carriage, Fujimaru Ritsuka huddled together with Mash as they spoke in low voices.
"Do not overestimate the sanity of any Berserker, Master." Artoria Alter rode her black horse, Llamrei, alongside the carriage and gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a warning. "Take that one over there, for example. Do you think his sanity even exists?"
As she spoke, she nodded toward Hijikata Toshizo, who sat on the other side of the carriage.
Hijikata Toshizo sat silently with his eyes closed, resting as though deaf to everything around him.
Ever since Sakumura Anno had exited the Rome Singularity, Hijikata Toshizo had remained in this state. Other than showing some obvious emotion while training Fujimaru Ritsuka at Chaldea, he was like an emotionless salted fish the rest of the time.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash exchanged a glance, then both fell silent.
Lawrence, seated opposite them, turned her head to look at Nightingale walking at the front of the group and muttered to herself.
A sane Berserker, huh.
"Rather than sane, I would say her condition is an excessive obsession." She sighed softly, a trace of respect in her eyes. "Unlike me, she is truly great. She threw herself into medical work entirely of her own will. But as for her current state, more accurately... every word she says is a conversation with herself."
"So, I suppose she cannot really be considered sane. She is merely very convincing."
"I see. But how long will it take us to get from here to Riverton?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Roman.
"About two or three days, and that is only if Lawrence can use magecraft to enhance our speed and stamina. Otherwise, it would take at