einzbern-illya
With her maids having left the castle that Illyasviel names only as a small holiday resort, the resounding noise of the main door closing, and the ground vibrating as an awakened Berserker stomped about in the distance - did something stir him enough to take action?
And now she had finally brought herself to the door as nobody else would greet (or chase away) any unwelcome guests. But that was Berserker’s job - so why had this person been allowed to pass? Pulling out her best ‘lady of the house’ voice, she spoke.
“Good day, our resort is unfortunately not open to outsi---”
She stops.
And stares at her mirror image for a second, standing at the bottom of the long flight of stairs. “...Well, I guess you’re not an outsider.”









