#strongestking

oh boy

"I'm okay!"

In Wallachia, it was too easy to forget the sight of a sky undarkened by the machinations of an evil sorcerer. Gazing over the wooden railing that prevented the other passengers from toppling from the wagon bed with every bump, pauses came seldomly with every town passed through. They'd needed this. Grant and Trevor had a handle on things, Alucard had chosen a prolonged slumber... and they simply missed traveling as they once had. Wanderlust was simply in their blood, one could say.

The Caster’s immediate response was to laugh. But despite what most would expect, the sound was bright, rather than mocking; akin to the chiming sound of the gold and gems threaded through their multitude of braids. “I suppose I deserved that,” the shorter blonde noted, not overly minding the concession, “I probably would have said the same, after all.” Absentmindedly, they brushed the myriad braids back over their shoulders.

As the more feminine of the two casually crossed their arms beneath their chest, the silk ribbons twined within their hair and the golden earrings they wore also caught the light. After a moment, during which they hummed in thought, they looked up at the other King of Heroes pensively. “…But you might very well be,” they mused, lips painted a dusky rose quirking in an amused smile. Laughing again, they took the opportunity to tease.

blinks tiredly and then rolls over on the couch for another nap.

Nero's pretty face transformed into a small scowl. She had to admit that this version of Gilgamesh, Caster, was better than the adult Archer. And the Archer child Gilgamesh was by far the sweetest of the three.

But that didn't mean she wanted to disturbed from her own plans. Thanks to her Imperial Privilege, she didn't need to train much. She was the best in her Servant Class by far. So that meant most of her time was spent playing the lyre or going on missions with Master when they specifically asked for her.

But she stood now in front of Caster Gilgamesh in her Imperial formal dress, looking quite disgruntled. Green eyes, bright with indignation, never left his face. She was studying him, from his red eyes to the way his mouth was drawn. She couldn't pinpoint a reason as to why he wanted to see her all of the sudden.

"What do you want with me now, Gilgamesh?" she asked, her voice direct and pointed. "If it's a fight to test your powers again, I'll pass today." The Emperor raised an eyebrow, not backing down, bowing or kneeling in front of him.