“To any Staff or Servants who have now been claimed as ‘My Children’, please do not resist or deny the Servant who is claiming this. She isn’t violent, but she will guilt you heavily into accepting your new fate.”
Why is it, that whenever I have to deal with Servants who attach themselves to me, its always the absurdly strong and stubborn ones?
Lord El-Melloi II, the pseudo-servant who was also known as Waver Velvet or Zhuge Liang, depending on which part of his current existence you examined, sighed heavily as a rather buxom woman had attached herself to his arm and declared herself his Mother.
His own Mother had been an ordinary woman who had barely known magecraft, and considering how Zhuge Liang’s spirit origin was derived from the chinese epic ‘the Romance of the Three Kingdoms’, he’d figured this woman was obviously insane.
However, given the strength he could feel in her grip, and what he could read of her statistics, she was a rather powerful Berserker.
Lord El-Melloi sighed again, and kept leading the strange woman to his King’s room.
While he wasn’t particularly skilled in dealing with woman in any regard, maybe the King of Conquerors could convince this poor woman that he wasn’t her son, and he could then get back to work.
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“HA HA HA, finally found yourself a woman, eh? And now you are parading her in front of your King? A fine catch, I must say. Even the King of Heroes himself might be jealous!” bellowed the King of Conquerors, once Waver arrived at Iskandar’s room.
The tall and well-endowed servant hanging on to Waver’s arm, Minamoto-no-Raikou, blushed. “Oh no, silly King. A Mother would never sleep with her children.”
Not much could easily confuse the Great King, but the look of puzzlement directed towards Lord El-Melloi was almost amusing, if only he were not the cause of it.
“Didn’t realise you were into that sort of thing, boy. I mean, enjoy what you enjoy, but somethings are oft better left for private affairs.”
Before Raikou could respond further, Lord El-Melloi wanted to properly give his King the context, because once a notion entrenched itself in this idiots head, it would take a literal army to change his mind.
“No, my King. As I’m sure you heard from the broadcast, this is the aforementioned Servant, and I am now apparently ‘her child’.” El-Melloi responded a tad sullenly.
“What has your mother done to you, to deserve such treatment?” Raikou pouted, lips trembling, a tear slowly forming in her left eye.
El-Melloi sighed, before giving her a timidly affectionate pat on the arms gripping his own, which seemed to calm the brewing storm somewhat.
“I’m sorry…….Mother. This is just unexpected, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around this.”
He paused, upon realising who in question Raikou was, and which Servants currently resided in Chaldea.
“Maybe I should ask Kintoki about what is expected of me?”
At the mention of Kintoki, Raikou was overcome with surprise.
“My son is here? I must find him and let him know his Mama has come back to him.”
Her grip quickly lessened, before she took off down the corridor. Hopefully, being a Berserker, she would forget about El-Melloi’s existence.
“…….shes a strange one. Then again, being a strong servant apparently seems to bring out a person’s weirder side.” Iskandar mused aloud.
“Assuming her Madness Enhancement doesn’t cause her to forget about me, what should I do to rid myself of her, my King?” Lord El-Melloi asked.
Iskandar paused, seemingly assessing what his young retainer had told him.
“Berserker, eh? I think you’re stuck with her. She may have a Madness Enhancement, but those eyes show a formidable mind at work, so I’m guessing hers isn’t so much tied to her mind but more how she perceives people, like ‘her children’.”
Iskandar paused, before breaking out into bellowing laughter again at seeing the dejected look on Lord El-Melloi’s face.
“Oh come now. From what I understood, you never really received the love of a mother, and seeing how much the Mackenzies meant to you as surrogate grandparents, I think you should just accept what love and affection she has to give.”
He paused again, a content smile settling upon his face, staring at his essentially adopted son turned into a man.
“Let her have her fun. She seemingly means well, and i doubt you’ve lost those bad habits you Caster types typically display, so you could use someone who is actively looking out for your well being.”
Lord El-Melloi sighed in resignation.
He thought his King would know how to get him out of this.
No matter, he knew of others who might help.
“I’ll take your words under advisement, my King.”
He walked away, akin to a dead man slowly dawdling on his way to the gallows.
“Hopefully she breaks him of that melancholic funk. Hes a bright boy, at his best when a glorious smile upon his face, and the world ready for the taking.” Iskandar mused aloud, purposefully ignoring the motherly shadow standing at a corner nearby.