“WAVER!!!!!!!!!” A discordant melody echoed towards the young Lord El-Melloi II, as he studied deep within Chaldea’s Library.
As he looked up and saw who had called his name, he groaned and went back to studying.
He had already had problems dealing with the young-looking Stheno and Euryale, even if it had turned out his current ‘young’ form wasn’t of their design.
But now a different sort of chaos was heading towards him, and he knew for a fact based on the reports he read from the command center, that this group made less sense than the Twins of the Shapeless Isle.
Leading the group group was the newest and somehow loudest of a trio of pink haired youths, wielding a great sword in one hand, shield in the other, and rather scandalous amounts of ‘armor’.
Thankfully, it seemed someone had added some basic chainmail to her armor, making it atleast more practical than the string attached to two metal plates she originally had worn.
The second was the more thematic of the 3 pink haired youths. Her orange and black frilled dress and large wide brimmed hat, combined with her bright orange trident making her appear very witch-like, and just oozed the very concept of Halloween,
The Third was the more ostentatious of the 3 pink haired youths (how she managed that despite her ‘sisters’ was an ongoing bet he and their ‘Mature’ sister still hadn’t settled).
How she wore a dress with so many layers of pink ruffles was beyond Lord El-Melloi II, but he did agree it suited her more than her original and more revealing outfit. The hat itself was what bugged Lord El-Melloi II the most, with its various stuffed animals.
An Idol in all appearances, if you ignored the fact her music would rupture the blood vessels of any normal human ears.
All three of them were known as the ‘Bathory sisters’, and were a collective pain in the side of people like Lord El-Melloi II. But when given the slightest affection and a bit of patience, they had shown to be rather sweet young girls who just needed to believe they were doing a good job.
The fourth person was the one who surprised Lord El-Melloi II.
A dark skinned beauty, with long and flowing purple and gold striped hair, and what were jackal-esque ears (often mistaken for rabbit ears) proudly sticking up from her gold and blue headband.
Much like all the Pharaohs Chaldea seemed to have summoned, by their final Ascension they wore the bare minimum amount of clothes and a noticeable amount of gold.
Lord El-Melloi wasn’t aware the Sisters’ were close to the young Pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty, and was even more confused why the entire group was apparently desperate for his attention.
“Whats wrong?” The young 19 year old form of Lord El-Melloi asked the approaching storm, mind already trying to figure out possibilities.
They haven’t needed my help since I figured out how to have all three of them exist at once. I doubt Carmilla is doing anything, since they very well know she and I are friends and would be more inclined to side with Carmilla and her more reasonable requests.
The answer he got was very unexpected.
“WHY DOES YOUR MOM KEEP FOLLOWING US AROUND AND SAYING WE’RE ALSO HER CHILDREN??!?!?” The four waifs blasted at him.
Waver sighed.
Oh boy. Now I get to explain to them about their new Mother.
Before he could explain to the discordant mess what was up, he quickly sent a message to the staff to get Kintoki or their Master to distract Mother Raikou, so he could explain the situation without hurting her feelings.
He still felt she was a busybody who shouldn’t be forcing herself on to others, but she had only ever treated him nicely since she had ‘adopted’ him, and he was developing a soft spot for her.
Though I refuse to say that to her. No way would my King let me live making someone as kind as Raikou cry over so petty a reason.
“Because you don’t tell Berserkers what to do.” Waver stated, turning back to his research. He needed to figure out what the Goddess’ of the Shapeless Isle had done to him, and this wasn’t even an issue to him.
“But we can’t practice when she’s watching.” The Lancer Elizabeth sulked, sitting down across from him.
“And we can’t go visit our beloved Castle without her stepping in.” The Caster Elizabeth sighed, sitting on the desk near her Lancer form.
“And I can’t go on adventures if shes there to save me every time!” The Saber Elizabeth slammed her hands down on the edge of the desk near Waver, staring him in the eyes.
And stare her in the eyes he did. For while the chainmail was a welcome addition, the idiot wore it without a woolen undershirt, so he could still very much see everything at this range.
I should tell Momma Raikou about that. She’s gonna hurt her more delicate areas without that.
Waver immediately blanched upon realising what he had just thought.
A wicked gleam went through the Saber’s eyes, as usual misinterpreting a social situation. As she went to turn her face away and try to force him to look at her body, movement in the seat beside him caught his attention.
“……she distracts Lord Ozymandias.” Nitocris whispered, sitting as close as she could without actually touching him. The design of her outfit also drew Waver’s eyes to certain parts of her, and unlike the Elizabeths, Waver had actual trouble not caving to temptation.
Because unlike the Elizabeths, who were very loud and known trouble makers, Nitocris was more reserved, and was known to haunt the library on occasion.
Well, as quiet as someone who actively associates with the Elizabeths can be.
Waver sighed. Ignoring his hormones, he looked the dark-skinned servant in the eyes.
“That can’t be helped. Like our resident King of Heroes, Lord Ozymandias can’t resist beautiful flowers.”
He quickly turned away from Nitocris.
“And hes too used to the few who willingly bloom in his presence, so foreign flowers always grab his attention, whether they want it or not.”
The only reason Waver’s face was not a bright red was the fact he had enough experience dealing with his own accidental embarrassments, that something said purposefully was somewhat easy to wrangle.
As a beautiful red shade blossom across Nitocris’ face as she realised what Waver was insinuating, and before the Elizabeths could figure out why the two Casters now refused to look each other in the eyes, a cry broke out from in the direction of the Library entrance.
“Children? Are you here?” the motherly voice of his adopted mother rang out, setting the Elizabeths’ on edge.
“Darn it, we gotta scram!” The Saber quickly darted around to the dazed Nitocris, dragging her, with the other two Elizabeths following suite.
After a brief moment of quiet, the tall motherly Berserker arrived at Waver’s desk.
“Oh, my darling son! Have you seen your sisters?”
Waver thought about lying. He could do it, it would take little effort.
But he also recalled the sort of damage Kiyohime could do when she sensed a lie. And nobody wanted Raikou on a warpath.
“I’m assuming you mean the Elizabeths and …..Nitocris?”
He was glad that Raikou was aware enough to know that just because she claimed them as Her Children, that they weren’t ACTUALLY blood relations.
Because while he had spent some of his youth living in Japan, he had never quite gotten into THAT sort of thing.
A twinkle appeared fleetingly in Raikou’s eyes when he said Nitocris’ name.
Fuck. Maybe I don’t hide my emotions well in this form. Those Bathory sisters are so dense.
Raikou was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
Waver sighed.
“They just left me, you should be able to find them if you head that way.” Waved indicated to one of the side entrances a little way off.
Raikou gave him a generous hug, before turning to follow her newest Children.
“Oh, Momma? Make sure Saber Elizabeth wears a woolen undershirt beneath the chain mail. Chain mail has a habit of chafing and pinching.”
Waver turned back to his research, after receiving acknowledgement from his ‘mother’.
Atleast now she has someone besides me to focus on.