So with that in mind, you dashed forwards with your extreme speed until you were right in front of the girl, and before her eyes even had the chance to widen, you were drawing a rune on her forehead in ink. Or rather, you were drawing a small sequence of runes on her head before you finished things off by drawing a rune on your own forehead, in truth, you'd never actually used runes in order to help facilitate a memory transfer between yourself and somebody else before. You'd usually have somebody else to act as the mediator to the transfer of memories so that too many weren't transferred and there was no chance for something to go wrong, but... well, you didn't have the time to worry about something like that right now, so as dangerous as it was, you were taking the risk. Finally, to actually begin the transfer, you touched her forehead.

"What are you doi-!?" Illya tried to ask you a question before the memory transfer truly began, and she froze in place, her eyes wide as she was forced to experience enough of your memories to understand that not only were you a friend of hers, but just what exactly you were doing in this world, and why she should trust you. After only about ten seconds of the transfer, she broke away from your touch, and looked up at you with eyes that while still confused, had a tinge of understanding within them. "Then... you... you really are here to?" She shook her head. "Berserker!" You tensed up, waiting for her next words. "Stop listening to Grandfather! Stop attacking!"

Part 45