Mage of Flowers

Judges silently from the distance.

“Judge me harder then, you kinky bastard.”

Even the young Gilgamesh knows the chaos that will bring.

“No worries, to the children servants I have enchanted them to look like normal mistletoes, but still.” He pat  Kogil on the head. “You’re far more adorable this way, young King.”

he backs away, slowly. “Noooo!!”

“Hmm, I think today I’ll spare you.” Myrddin spoke, approaching the younger boy and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Instead, let’s go and have some snacks together, shall we? My treat.”

“Whassup?”

“Oh hello there nancy.”

sweats nervously. “Oh…”

licks lips seductively. “Oh yes.”

    “REMEMBER NOT to fall out of your training, even if you believe you are a strong SERVANT. It can never hurt to perfect your technique through a couple of training sessions every day. There is no shame in wanting to improve your skills.”

“A very valid point, my King, but have you considered.” Merlin tapped his staff on the floor, then pointed it into their direction. “Why train, if you instead could be chasing after clout? I do that all the time, and look at how strong I am!”

“Die.”

“Believe me, I tried.”