[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gR6oFps.png[/img] [h2][b]"Hercules"[/b][/h2] [i]Banquet of Kings, Academy[/i] 
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The power of each of the Servants present was immaculate. A magus from the Age of Gods who wove spells with song, a tyrant whose command of war beasts brought to mind the stories of Hannibal Barca he had heard as a child, a king whose army served him even after death had taken them.

And yet, among them, he focused on one who, like him, had not acted.

[quote]"Why claim to be someone you are [i]not[/i]—"[/quote]
The Greek had been the one to utter those words. Looking through his Master's eyes, he saw the strength that Servant possessed, represented in 'costs'. They were mighty, to be sure; Hercules was mightier still, but it was nonetheless worth considering. One from the Age of Gods? Beyond that, one who was a contemporary of Hercules himself?

In some regard, he should have been terrified. The Faker class bore its strength in deception; by having one present who could lift that veil of deception, his advantage was nullified.

...was it his conversation with the pharaoh, weighing on his mind, that kept him from lashing out in response? Perhaps. Yes, perhaps. A low laugh left the emperor.

"To become someone who can make the people smile."

It was a response only meant for the Greek. It was a response that was no doubt absurd- the unconscious man who had been stuffed into a lion costume was certainly a testament to this much. That this man would speak of making the people smile while having just used one as a glorified prop was nothing short of ridiculous. 

And yet, there was not a trace of deception in his words. Like a child who did not understand what he did wrong, he seemed to believe every word that he uttered. 

[i]Yes, in the first place, Emperor Commodus could not save a person.[/i]

His eyes strayed down to that costumed man, and a quiet breath slipped past his lips. Once more, the spell broke. Melancholy became spectacle. Introspection became performance. Arms spread wide, he looked to the gathered Masters and Servants once more. 

"The Servant who attempted to attack us has violated peace, yes, but let us not ruin this occasion by chasing after them! They will likely be gone by the time we arrive!" A hand pointed towards Orpheus, nodding to himself several times. 

"You, Caster, musician, whatever you choose to name yourself- are you able to scry the Servant's location? I propose we each observe their appearance, so that we know the face of the enemy, and then that we continue this gathering. There is no sense in letting such hospitality go to waste, fuahaha!"