Endless Path : Infinite Cosmos

After a rather emotional embrace, followed by a few words shared between themselves in private, Ozymandias turned to Vahn with a serious expression as he said, "You are a man of your word. I'll remember this favor and endeavor to show it through my actions. So long as it does not tarnish my dignity as a King, I will dutifully serve your Empire, my Master..."Though Ozymandias' expression of submission only involved him slightly lowering his head, Vahn knew even this was a considerable compromise for the prideful King. This brought a smile to face, especially when Nefertari, following her husband's example, bowed at a steep angle as she stated, "I may not have any value in battle but I will do my best to be of service..."Seeing the opportunity to ingratiate Ozymandias to himself even further, Vahn gestured for them both to raise their heads as he plainly stated, "You will come to learn of my nature in the near future. For now, know that I have no intention of ruling over anyone. Rather, my conquest is to ensure that all peoples, be they God, Spirit, Human, and even beast can live happily. Your duty, Ozymandias, is to ensure that the bastion housing all of these entities is kept safe from internal and external threats. It is not to rule over others, as all Administrative tasks will be handled by systems implemented by the Empire. To that effect, so long as you do not take advantage of others, you and Nefertari will be able to live your lives in peace. With that in mind, you need not consider how to serve the Empire, Queen Nefertari; rather, tending to your husband and focusing on your shared happiness are your only duties."Hearing Vahn's words, the Egyptian-duo were at a loss; made apparent by Nefertari's shock and the wavering aura of Ozymandias. The latter was the one to break the silence, this time bowing ever-so-slightly more than before as he stated, "I will take your words to heart, my Master. This vision you have of the future...I will do my best to make it a reality. I would like to see what form a world where everyone can be happy takes."Following her husband's example, Nefertari crossed her hands over her lap, a smile that could only be described as 'lovely' adorning her face as she said, "If those are my only duties, rest assured that I will carry them out to the best of my ability. A world where everyone can be happy...it sounds truly wonderful..."With the pair in high spirits, Vahn's were raised quite a bit. Reining in Ozymandias all but guaranteed that the African Supercolony would thrive. The man's Noble Phantasm was one of the more powerful Vahn had personally experienced and, with it, Ozymandias wouldn't even need an army. So long as he had enough magical energy, his Reality Marble could protect the entirety of the Supercolony and, using it, he could produce a nigh-infinite supply of B and A-Rank Phantasmal Species. Each of these were a match for Heroic Spirits of the same grade so, with Maxwell's support, Ozymandias would quickly become one of the most powerful assets to the Empire...It was with building excitement that Vahn, after having the married couple stand off to the side, activated the Summoning System once again. The summoning of Nefertari had been unplanned but, as she was surprisingly weak, both in Parameters and overall Tier, the strain on his mental energy was almost negligible. He would still be able to summon all of his intended targets but it was a small relief to know that his brain wasn't going to feel like it had melted just from summoning a relatively normal human girl...Without delaying the matter any further, Vahn decided to go ahead and get Lancelot's summoning out of the way. He was, admittedly, a little curious about the capabilities of the so-called strongest Knight of the Round Table. Artoria admitted that, in pure skill, even she wouldn't be able to rival the legendary Knight of the Lake as his [Eternal Arms Mastery] and the curiously named [A Knight Does Not Die With Empty Hands] made him a monstrous combatant. With these two Skills, he was able to instantly master any weapon he picked up; converting even something as simple as a fishing rod or a plain stone into D-Rank Noble Phantasms.While these two Skills were the bread-and-butter of what made Lancelot terrifying, they were only the tip of the iceberg compared to his overall capabilities. If not for his legacy of betraying Artoria and losing himself to madness, two things that bothered Vahn more than he would openly admit, he would have been one of the first Heroic Spirits summoned by the Empire...After confirming his selection, Vahn watched with a mask of calm as a surprisingly tall man, standing at 191cm, coalesced into existence. He had dark-purple hair that extended past his shoulders; parted so that it framed a rather handsome, yet solemn, face. As he had been summoned as a Saber Class Heroic Spirit, he was adorned with heavy, plated, full-armor. In his hands, what Vahn assumed to be the legendary [Arondight], a massive greatsword that was vaguely reminiscent of [Excalibur] could be seen glowing with holy light as a result of its Faerie Enchantments...As a Heroic Spirit, Lancelot knew of Vahn's identity but, seeing the familiar faces of Bedivere and, most importantly, Artoria, his handsome face morphed into one of pain and visible regret. He may not be the 'real' Lancelot but, with his Legend emphasizing his betrayal to the point it was one of the things he was most known for, the stalwart-looking Knight couldn't help but be wracked with grief.Seeing how much Lancelot was struggling, Vahn felt a rising desire to release a sigh. He couldn't agree with the path Lancelot had walked but, more so than almost anything else, Vahn believed that people could change. This Lancelot may have the memories of his past self but, on a fundamental level, he had done no wrong. Rather, this was the most idyllic form of an opportunity he could ever hope for at redemption so, without beating around the bush, Vahn stated, "Before anything else, I will tell you directly, Sir Lancelot, that this is your opportunity to prove your loyalty to the world. The past has no relevance to the present moment...the only things that matter are the decisions you will make going forward. Consider this a second chance at life, one where you can assume an entirely new identity, if that is what you desire..."Hearing his Master's words, Lancelot raised his head to make eye-contact with the man who had summoned him. The situation made it clear who was in charge and, based on the fact his King was wearing a gown, certain conclusions could be reached. This made his words carry a certain weight but, even recognizing Vahn as his Master couldn't overwrite the loyalty and guilt he felt toward his former King.Fortunately, just as Lancelot began to struggle, it was Artoria who stated in an authoritative yet calm tone, "Sir Lancelot, raise your head and face your Emperor with the dignity expected of a Knight. This is not the past, nor will things ever return to how they were. Now, we must move forward to create a better world, not just a meager Kingdom. Your power will allow hundreds-of-millions to live in peace. Do not let the burdens of your past prevent you from making a better future, one for yourself and all the people who believe in you!"Causing Vahn's smile to turn awry, Lancelot seemed far more affected by Artoria's words than his own. In fact, he almost immediately dropped to a knee, tears building in his eyes as he exclaimed, "I will not fail you! I swear it, on everything I am...everything I aspired to be...!"Though Lancelot was presenting his sword to him, Vahn was certain that the Knight in question had been speaking to Artoria as he made his pledge. Despite this, he accepted [Arondight], finding its weight to be rather pleasant but, determined to make his [Lævateinn] a sword of even higher quality, Vahn didn't mull over the sword's make for very long. Instead, he used it to tap both of Lancelot's shoulders, effectively Knighting the man, this time as a Knight of the Emperor, not the Round Table...---With Artoria, Merlin, and Bedivere helping catch Lancelot up to current events, Vahn took a moment to rest before ultimately activating the Throne once again. He only had Iskandar and Nero remaining so, after tweaking a few settings, Vahn confirmed the summoning of Iskandar, recognized through the Throne of Heroes as Alexander while in his Lily form. What appeared before him was a spirited-looking youth with short vermillion hair that was tied into a neat braid. He stood at only 151cm tall but, despite his rather thin frame, power and vitality seemed to radiate off the youth as he, with a smile on his face and fire in his ruby-red eyes, stared back at Vahn.Seeing the boy dressed in ceremonial battle attire, complete with a sleeveless top, battle skirt, ornate sandals, and a red battledress adorned with gold, Vahn was tempted to nod in appreciation. He was quite taken with Alexander's attire and, though some aspects were a little strange to behold, such as the small tufts of fur adorning the bands of gold around his arms; he managed to pull it off due to his boyish looks, derived from a perfect blend between handsomeness and beauty.Seemingly without even a fraction of fear or hesitation, Alexander was the first to break the moment of silence, smiling radiantly as he said, "I never thought a day would come where I was met with such a curious turn of events. To think I would have the opportunity to begin my journey anew...ah, this is the beauty of life, is it not? Ahahahaha~"Hearing the zest within Alexander's tone, Vahn's smile increased marginally but, in much the same way as Nobunaga, it didn't seem his young protege was entirely content with the current status quo. Rather, partway through his laugh, he suddenly lunged towards Vahn with an ornate Macedonian shortsword in hand, clearly aiming for a lethal blow in spite of the youthful and easygoing smile on his face.Though it wouldn't have made much of a difference, being in the Welsh Dragon's Chamber made it all but impossible to use one's full power. As a result, Alexander was surprised to find that his sword, without Vahn even needing to block it, rebounded on contact. Instead of piercing the latter's neck, his own hand began to bleed slightly, almost as if he had struck against a completely indestructible object.With Alexander only having C-Rank Strength, his basic attacks had no hope of piercing Vahn's base resistances. This was something he was well aware of so, even when Alexander lunged toward him, he allowed the blade's tip to impact powerlessly against his throat. Then, as the youth took a few steps back, clearly expecting a counterattack, Vahn rubbed the impacted area, musing, "Not bad at all. It would seem the tales of your prodigious talent weren't exaggerated...unfortunately, my own exceed even that. Now, I trust you are satisfied...?"Still without a single sign of fear in his gaze, Alexander's boyish laugh sounded in response to Vahn's question. He wiped the blood from his palm against the side of his waistcloth, not minding the stain in the slightest as he answered, "Well, it seems you aren't completely helpless. I thought you might have summoned me like this because you were afraid of my adult self. I guess I'll have to obey your orders and determine for myself whether or not you deserve to be my Master. Now, tell me, what is it you called me here for? Judging by those beauties standing in the back, I'm guessing it wasn't for my boyish good looks and tender body...right?"(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Ha! Gottem...!','So many crybabies in the Knights of the Round Table...','An Emperor always goes at their own pace...')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Having heard Alexander's remark, Vahn was at a momentary loss as, from a certain perspective, it wasn't far from the truth. Fortunately, this didn't show on his face so, without missing a beat, Vahn released a chuckle of his own before explaining, "I called you here for two reasons, each uniquely important to the world, and Empire, at large. Your first will be defending the Oceanic Supercolony, a massive settlement that will host more than a hundred million residents of various different species. As for your second task, I have chosen you to serve as one of the representatives of the coming generations. The youth will need someone to rally behind and, with your charisma and capabilities, you will set the example for billions to follow."In response to Vahn's rather bold claims, Alexander raised his brows slightly, disbelief apparent on his face as he mused, "Wow, you must be quite the character to throw around words like that. Well, I guess I'll find out for myself whether or not you're speaking the truth. Now, as much as I'd like to be some idol for the next generation of brats, what am I to expect in exchange for playing my part? You can't expect me to do all of these things for you without compensation, eh, Your Majesty?"Since he had already expected Alexander to ask about his reward, Vahn was already prepared with a preliminary offer. He had learned from Artoria that the 'wish' of the original Iskandar was to obtain a new body, one that rivaled his original self in power. Using it, he intended to start his conquest over from the beginning, building an Empire that would span from the 'western coasts', meaning Europe, all the way to Oceanus, the modern-day East China Sea.This was one of the reasons Vahn had decided to charge Alexander with the defense of Oceania as it was fulfilling one of his life-long dreams. As for the rest of his reward, Vahn offered, "Once all seven Supercolonies have been constructed, you will be provided with a body of flesh and blood. Though I cannot allow you to freely move about conquering lands, I'm certain the alternative is something that will make your blood boil..."Hearing Vahn's baiting tone, Alexander crossed his arms with a slightly intrigued smile on his face as he asked, "Oh? Consider my curiosity piqued, Your Majesty. Tell me, what could possibly make these restless bones of mine contended if not the thrill of conquest?"Seeing that Alexander was willing to play along, Vahn's smile curled up at the edges as he explained, "I want you to become a Fleet Commander in the Interstellar Armada I plan to build. Though you will undoubtedly enjoy exploring the Earth, I'm certain you will find greater purpose in exploring stars and planets, place humans have dreamed about visiting since they first looked up at the night sky..."Even before he had finished his words, Vahn could tell he had hooked Alexander completely as the young Hero's eyes had started to burn with the fires of passion. Unlike other rulers, he didn't even try to hide his enthusiasm and, after a moment of uproarious laughter, he adopted a visage similar to a General ready to lead his final charge, exclaiming, "You really know how to entice people, don't you!? Well, you can count me in, Your Majesty! However, I demand the right to be the first man to venture forth to other worlds! I won't allow another to take the opportunity from me!"Since Nobunaga didn't particularly care about being the 'first', Vahn had no qualms about nodding his head and readily agreeing to Alexander's demand. One of the man's greatest ambitions had been to see the ocean so, with the temptation of an entire ocean of stars calling out to him, there was no way he could refuse. Rather, now that Vahn had planted the idea in his mind, Alexander would do everything in his power to extend his reach to the stars, nay, even further beyond...---With the young Emperor convinced, Vahn had him stand at the side with everyone else, albeit after making quick introductions. This resulted in Alexander teasing Artoria and Da Vinci a bit but, upon learning that the latter would be responsible for making his new dream a reality, he changed tune almost immediately. As for Merlin, Attila, Lancelot, and Bedivere, he didn't particularly care about the three men; even if Merlin gave him a dangerous vibe. Rather, upon learning that Attila was another Conqueror, he seemed to view her in a new light, immediately challenging her to a duel as the King of Conquerors...Fortunately, before Attila could accept, Artoria nipped the idea in the bud, saying there would be plenty of time for such contests later on. To prevent Alexander from arguing, she even challenged him directly, goading the young Emperor by plainly stating there were many people in the Empire that were stronger than him. This seemed to excite Alexander quite a bit so, at least for the time being, he was willing to behave as Vahn summoned the final member of the current batch, Nero; yet another Emperor.---After entering the Throne for the eighth time in a single setting, Vahn spent a moment to massage his temples. Then, dragging his feet over to the familiar terminal, he began adjusting the columns until they reflected Nero's information. Here, he had a pretty big decision to make as, if he really wanted to, Vahn could undoubtedly find a male version of Nero from a different timeline. He also had a lot of options in regard to their Parameters, Skills, and other abilities due to the fact that Nero qualified for nearly every Servant Class, including Ruler.Class selection wasn't all that important if he used the [Transmigrator] perk but, as a Heroic Spirit, it literally determined what the summoned was capable of. Though he could summon the actual Nero, liberating her from the rather tragic fate known to History, every recent Servant he summoned had been as a Heroic Spirit. If he made an exception for her, it could easily be misconstrued as favoritism, both by other residents and Nero herself...Feeling that he was stressing over something that wasn't actually an issue, Vahn ultimately shook his head as he selected the Ruler Class, nearly hitting the Lily Class in the process. This caused a snort to escape his nose, scoffing at Fate's attempt to pull a Merlin on him. Fortunately, his Dexterity wasn't a wasteful Parameter and, as he always made sure to double and triple-check things after making past mistakes, Vahn was able to confirm his selection without any 'accidents' occurring.Just like previous instances, Vahn found himself outside immediately after confirming his selection. Then, alongside a deadpan Artoria and a crowd that now excluded Merlin, he watched as the liquid ether quickly formed the shape of a familiar, albeit slightly shorter woman...At precisely 150cm in height, 4cm shorter than even the perpetually fourteen Artoria, Nero could be seen standing with her chest puffed out and arms akimbo. This wasn't an exaggeration, either, as, despite having nearly the exact same facial structure, Nero's breasts made Artoria's comparable to a washboard in size. In fact, at a glance, they were at least 10cm larger, a quality shared by her hips as, even without seeing her from behind, the balance of Nero's body gave it away...The thing that made these aspects really stand out was the fact that, rather than wearing clothes to hide her figure, Nero's seemed designed for the express purpose of showing it off. Not only was her dress cut in a way that showed off an ample amount of cleavage but, if you were to look behind her, a literal 'window' that showed off the line of her back merging into her butt could be seen. To further lend to the incredulity of everyone present, the vast majority of her outfit, besides the actual spots that needed to be hidden, was completely transparent; giving Nero a distinctly lewd yet artistic style due to the fact that her dress was reminiscent of a wedding gown...As if she knew everyone was looking, Nero had a proud expression on her face as she puffed out her chest a bit more and hummed an 'Umu' before stating, "It is a credit to your intellect that you saw fit to summon this Empress~!" Then, looking back at the 'peanut gallery', Nero's smile only increased in size as she added, "Umu...it would seem you are actually a little lacking? Well, it matters not! Even if my arrival was delayed, the sense to summon me shows you are not beyond salvation, my Master!"Since she had been summoned as a Ruler Class, Nero, by default, already held Vahn in higher regard than a normal Heroic Spirit. Even without this, however, her nature had always been to act without restraint so, while 'complimenting' him, she walked over and, as if to express he had done a good job, began patting him on the shoulder. From there, without waiting for any kind of response, she looked over at Artoria, her emerald-green eyes flashing with a curious light as she bypassed Vahn to inspect her 'doppelganger'...Having already expected Nero to be a little difficult to deal with, Vahn followed her departure with his eyes, discovering the 'window' present on her backside. This caused his words to momentarily get caught in his throat but, while it was certainly distracting, there were more important things to consider at the moment. With this in mind, he spoke in a stern yet calm voice, "Nero, do you not have any questions to ask? I summoned you-"Literally waving away Vahn's words with her hand, Nero partially turned around, staring over her shoulder with a confident expression on her face as she stated, "Your reason for summoning me is unimportant, my Master. Umu, all that matters is that I am here now. Everything else will fall into place without suspense. Unless there is a matter that requires my immediate attention, I would like to learn more about this curious world. Umu, for now, busy yourself with admiring my form. There is no shame in appreciating my beauty, you know?"With her words finished, Nero turned back to face Artoria, once again without waiting for an actual response as she brought her hand to her chin and mused, "I see history has done its best to emulate my beauty. Umu, it is very well done. If you diet properly and put in a bit of effort, you may approach the level of perfection I have achieved in the future. Umu, never give up...!"Though it didn't show in her expression or demeanor, Vahn could feel Artoria's anger begin to boil over as her aura became somewhat wispy and chaotic. Had her former Knights not been present, she would have had some choice words to share with Emperor Nero but, unwilling to lower herself to a petty exchange of barbs, she simply smiled and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Emperor Nero. I thank you for your compliments but, contrary to your expectations, I am more than satisfied with my current appearance. Now, I believe it is rather inappropriate for someone of your standing to behave in such an uncouth manner. My husband had information to share with you; please cease your rude behavior and listen properly."Rather than refute Artoria's words, Nero crossed her arms under her breasts, accenting them even more as she nodded her head and issued an affirmative 'Umu'. Then, without sparing another word to Artoria, she turned her back on the mildly-frustrated Empress, allowing the gathered group to bear witness to the 'window' sewn into her gown. Seeing this caused Artoria to deadpan while, at the side, Alexander began laughing uninhibitedly before remarking, "Very nice! Now that's what I call a woman, hahahaha!"Without turning to address Alexander's remark, Nero just puffed out her chest and raised her chin slightly until she, once again, found herself standing in front of Vahn. Then, pulling up the sides of her gown, she performed a flawless curtsy and said, "It seems my behavior does not match modern etiquette. Umu, if I offended you in any way, please feel free to administer a punishment you deem appropriate. You'll find that, despite being an Empress, I'm quite skilled in all manners, not least of which is the relations between men and women. As my Master, you have-"This time, it was Vahn's turn to interrupt, his hand moving like a blur as he lifted it to bring a stop to Nero's rather 'open' propositioning. In response, she just blinked in surprise before adopting a rather lackadaisical stance, standing at a three-quarters angle with one hand on her hip as she remarked, "If you are inexperienced, I can teach you. Umu, fret not, my Master-"With his hand still gesturing for Nero's previous silence, Vahn's expression became somewhat sharp as he firmly stated, "Enough. I understand you have much to learn about the modern world and its sensibilities. As the one to call you into the present, I will not blame you for your behavior thus far. In exchange, I will have you listen properly to the explanation I have prepared for you. I have never had to use a Command Spell before, Nero, do not force my hand..."As Vahn was speaking, Nero remained in the same pose from before, her expression showing no real signs she had even heard him, much less taken him seriously. Despite this, she unhesitantly nodded her head in response to his words, issuing another 'Umu' before standing properly and turning her eyes up at him, seemingly intent to listen. The 35cm difference between their height required Nero to crane her head quite a bit but, realizing she may have offended her new Master, she elected to at least hear him out before expressing her opinion on the matter...(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Umu...','Umu, umu?','Umu...!?')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Since being too expressive might leave a strange impression on the people he was summoning, Vahn waited until he returned to the Throne of Heroes before releasing an exasperated sigh. From Bedivere's own accounts of events, it turned out that the man had basically starved himself after the presumed death of Artoria, fully intent on following his Liege in death. While this was a credit to his loyalty, it was inarguably a bit 'extreme'...Deciding there no was no sense in worry about such things at the present moment, Vahn made his way over the Throne's terminal before quickly keying in the next name: Altera, the True Name of the one known as Attila the Hun. It was a given that personalities like Ozymandias, Iskandar, and Nero would be a little difficult to deal with so, for the moment, Vahn wasn't in any hurry to summon them. As for Lancelot, well, he had just summoned Bedivere and it might trigger the emotional Knight if he met one of the instruments that led to Artoria's demise so soon after calming down.With these things in mind, Vahn only hesitated for a brief moment before summoning Altera as a Saber Class Heroic Spirit. In the next moment, he found himself standing in the Welsh Dragon's Chamber as a thin, almost emaciated, woman manifested in front of him. She was around 160cm in height and, rather than olive-brown skin, it had a distinctly ashen quality to it as a Heroic Spirit. At the same time, her garb was even more revealing than what had been revealed by Alaya; consisting of paper-thin black and white fabric that would hardly qualify as a swimsuit, much less battle attire...What stood out the most with Altera, other than the strange tri-colored sword in her left hand, was the fact that she wore what appeared to be a bridal veil. It was similar in coloration to her grey-white hair and, much like her body, had a runic tribal pattern present on the surface. If he peered between the forelocks of her hair, which had been cut somewhat haphazardly, a peculiar tri-colored gem was barely visible; seated above cold and detached red eyes...As she hadn't been given the [Transmigrator] perk, Altera's memories and knowledge were entirely comprised of the information provided to her by the Summoning System and her various Legends. Thus, unlike Bedivere, who had been an emotional wreck upon being summoned, Altera was scarily calm as she stared directly back at him, saying, "You are my Master...I am Altera. For what purpose have you called upon me? What enemy must I destroy?"Hearing Altera's questions, Vahn was getting some distinctly Okita-like vibes as, from what he could tell, she had little to no emotions. Even the aura surrounding her was an inert dull grey, bordering on white; much like her hair. She seemed to only care about the purpose she had been called for but, at the very least, Vahn could see 'something' else contained within her wine-red eyes. There was a small amount of curiosity visible within; a desire to know and experience new things.Seeing this, Vahn had a slight smile on his face as, in response to her questions, he answered, "I am, indeed, your Master. My official title is Sage Emperor, Vahn Aldrnari Mason. You may refer to me as Vahn or, if it suits your inclination, Master. As for your purpose...you will be tasked to protect one of the Empire's Supercolonies during its construction. Before that, and following the construction, you may live however you please. If there is anything you desire in exchange for your service, please, let me know. So long as it is within my power, I will do my best to grant what it is you desire."While Vahn had been speaking, Altera had continued to stare blankly back at him, her eyes never even twitching to indicate she might blink at some point. When he was finally done, what followed was a simple nod of acknowledgment and a request Vahn hadn't quite expected. In fact, the smile on his face became strained as, without any hesitation whatsoever, Altera stated, "I desire the complete destruction of all civilization."Though Vahn liked to think he could grant most wishes, if given enough time, Altera's request was, obviously, a little difficult to fulfill. It was actually pretty easy to grant, in the grand scheme of things, but that was pretty much the opposite of his intentions. He didn't want to lie to her, however, so he calmly explained, "While it is possible for me to destroy civilization, I believe your desire is not well thought out. I'm certain you have your reasons; in fact, I have also seen how terrible civilization can be when left to fester and stagnate. What we're trying to accomplish is the correction of the past's mistakes. For now, please bear witness to the future we wish to create and, if you cannot come up with a different wish, I will do my best to facilitate your desires..."Without a single facial tick, or any other signs of complex emotion, Altera simply nodded her head in response before muttering, "Good civilization...a difficult task. If that is what you desire, I will do my best to fulfill my role. My expertise is war and conquest. Use me as you will, Master, so that I may see the future you envision for myself."This time, Vahn answered with a nod of his own before gesturing to where Artoria, Gray, Da Vinci, Merlin, and Bedivere were standing, explaining, "These are our companions, our trusted allies. The beautiful woman with golden hair is my wife and Empress, Artoria Aldrnari Pendragon. Other than myself, her orders are something you should regard as the highest priority. Your actual duties will be explained in greater detail later. For now, listen to what she has to say and, once we return to the surface, I encourage you to get some sleep."Hearing her Master's orders, Altera gave a curt nod before raising her tri-colored sword of light and, somewhat surprisingly, stabbing it into her chest. This caused a brilliant flash throughout the Welsh Dragon's Chamber before fading away to reveal that, with the disappearance of her sword, a band of green, red, and blue metal had appeared between her pert breasts. Then, in a strangely mechanical yet graceful manner, Altera walked over to where the rest were standing, her veil trailing behind her in a peculiar manner as there was no wind present to disturb it.It was fortunate that Altera had been selected to protect the South American Supercolony as, along with its North American counterpart, they would be the last two to be constructed. This would give her a few years, projection-time, to socialize with the others. Hopefully, she would become a stabler existence by then but, even if that couldn't be achieved, it wouldn't be difficult to find a replacement in that amount of time. Rather, with her personality, Vahn had a strong suspicion that Altera would soon become a member of his entourage if he didn't find something for her to commit to...Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Vahn activated the Summoning System for the fourth time, a dull pain beginning to make its presence known within his mind. Altera's summoning had a bigger impact than normal but, with only this much, Vahn could still summon the remaining three people without too much trouble. At the very least, he would need to summon Iskandar and Ozymandias as they were both necessary for the implementation of the next phase of his plans.With this in mind, Vahn bit the bullet and decided to go ahead and summon Ozymandias, his former enemy. Though the somewhat arrogant and haughty 'God-King' would be difficult to deal with, there were a number of ways in which he could be controlled, even without the use of Command Spells. To this end, Vahn summoned the proud Pharoah, watching silently as the man who shared a number of similarities with himself manifested into existence...Wearing an attire consisting of a sleeveless black undergarment, resplendent golden armor, and a pair of ornate gauntlets set with various Egyptian icons. He radiated the presence of a King and, after opening his sun-like eyes, the entire Welsh Dragon's Chamber seemed to illuminate slightly. Seeing this, Vahn let his own aura flow out, almost by instinct, causing the two auras to clash as he stared back at the so-called God-King, ultimately forcing back the latter's aura.Feeling himself being suppressed, Ozymandias was more than a little surprised but, rather than show any fear, he smiled in amusement as he said, "To think, a worthy King actually exists in this era. Pray tell, are you the child of one of my descendants? Based on appearances alone, it is apparent that you have benefitted from my genetics."Hearing Ozymandias' remark, Vahn nearly laughed out loud but, deciding it was better to get to the point, he explained, "I am the Sage Emperor, Vahn Aldrnari Mason. I have called upon you, legendary King of Kings, to serve the Empire and protect one of its territories. In exchange, I will return to you a body of flesh and blood, your Queen, and your homeland. What say you, Ozymandias?"Though it was obvious from the subtle shift in his aura that Ozymandias was greatly affected by the offer, he actually showed no discernible change in demeanor. This was something relatively common amongst capable rulers but, with his senses, Vahn could see through the facade with ease. To further tempt Ozymandias into willing servitude, he made an impromptu change to his plans, offering, "As an expression of sincerity, I can summon your bride here and now; not as a Heroic Spirit, but the very same woman you parted with millennia ago."Ozymandias' expression still didn't reveal his actions emotions but, with a somewhat serious glint to his eyes, he answered, "If what you say is true, I will recognize you as my true Master. Return my wife to me, unchanged, and my power, everything that I am, will be yours to command."With Ozymandias providing the answer he wanted to hear, Vahn gave a curt nod before looking back at Artoria to find her repeating the gesture. This exchange wasn't missed by the sun-eyed man but, before he even had time to think about it, the magical formation at his feet began to produce what appeared to be liquid formed from pure ether. Then, coalescing in just a few short seconds, a very familiar figure appeared, exactly as he remembered her...Vahn was curious about the famous Nefertari, rumored to be one of the most beautiful women throughout history. What he saw was a young woman with olive-brown skin, completely without blemishes. She had a distinctly innocent and maidenly appearance, radiating an aura of gentleness and compassion that was accentuated by her delicate features and petite frame. In fact, she was only 148cm in height and, based on her aura itself, Vahn estimated her age to be around thirteen years of age, despite it also feeling older at the same time...As someone who had a few decided young-looking women himself, Vahn wasn't going to question the preferences of Ozymandias. He knew the two had married when he was only fifteen years of age and, while he appeared to be in his late-twenties now, his true age could be measured in the triple digits. As for Nefertari herself, Vahn felt there was something 'off' about her but, without touching her directly or applying his Blessing to her body, it would be impossible to know for certain.Vahn knew what he was sensing had to be related to one of Nefertari's Innates but, not wanting to offend Ozymandias, he chose to let the matter lay. Putting his hands on another man's wife wasn't something he was willing to do and, while Nefertari certainly seemed odd, there wasn't even a single strand of negative energy anywhere in her aura...rather, it was like a much weaker version of Spenta's and Aura's...(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Crybaby Bedivere','Gacha is bad civilization...','How to train your God-King')https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu &lt;-(p.atreon link)paypal.me/EinlionDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh

Chapter 1349: Character