Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 66

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

"My, I'm surprised to see that you still remember me," the Kushan man said in mock surprise. "Frankly, I'm surprised to see you alive at all given your suicidal tendencies. Although..." Silat's obsidian eyes traveled across their entire group. "You seem to have picked up some new acquaintances since we last met."

"You're still sticking to yourself then?" Harry asked. "Can't be. You wouldn't just be out here without a reason. Rickert told you we might be here."

"Insisting is a more fitting word," Silat lightly tracked his way over. "Him and that little girl that follows him around all the time." So Erica was alive too. "I've been risking my life coming out to this rock regularly for the past couple of weeks now. They usually end with me having to fight for my life."

"Hey!" Isidro suddenly pointed an accusing finger at Silat. "You're that dirty Kushan guy!"

"Silat is my name, boy," his dark eyes narrowed. "And given the small state of your mind, I'm surprised you actually remember me at all."

Ivalera couldn't help but snicker at the remark which seemed to have gone completely over Isidro's head giving it all the more validation. "To be fair, I didn't recognize him," Puck mentioned as well.

"Figures," the pink elf gave a roll of her eyes.

"You've gotten stealthier," Guts greeted the Kushan assassin. "I barely heard you coming that time." Harry figured that could also be from his most recent usage of the Berserker Armor inside of the Sea God and the ringing he must be feeling in his one ear, but it was far better to make Silat more assured of his own skill. Given his prideful nature, stroking the ego wouldn't hurt their cause in this case.

Silat cast his narrowed gaze over to Guts now, eyeing him from head to toe. "Ah, Guts. You still have that impracticality of a weapon and... new armor as well. Encounter much stress on your travels?" Silat made a subtle gesture toward the white patch of hair above Guts' right brow.

"You would know if you had been there," Guts said back. "You manage to gain favor with your emperor after we parted ways?"

"If that was your idea of a jape, the humor is lost on me," Silat folded his arms. "Even with one eye, you can still see the state the world is in right now. As it stands, I really don't feel like going over current events with you."

"So why not just answer us one question then?" Casca began. "Where is Rickert?"

The Bakiraka assassin gave no answer right away. He seemed like he was studying her more than the question that she asked. "Well, this is new. Last I saw of you, you were a babbling mess no more coherent than a newborn child. Yet here you stand now in full armor complete with a sword." Silat took in her look. "Good. I would hate to think that my effort to rescue you from that cursed tower were in vain." Looks were thrown Silat's way, mainly confused ones. "Do not get me wrong, I harbor no feelings of camaraderie for our brief time spent. Part of it is mainly due to the visible Kushan ancestry that she shares."

Sirius seemed to find something familiar with that comment and whispered to Harry, "That sounds like something my mother would say."

If Silat heard that, he never addressed it. "To answer your question, the blacksmith known as Rickert of the Hawks is still very much alive - and unharmed," Silat added that last bit seeing the way Casca was eyeing him. "I came across him and the girl when they were staying at an inn within the city of Falconia. I saw the city for what it was due to my pursuit of an estranged Bakiraka member who has pledged his allegiance to the Hawk of Light. Once he realized the truth as well, we were forced to flee the city."