Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
As soon as the word "Princess" left her lips, Ascelia was confronted by a face-full of frowning blonde, a stare with an alarming amount of intensity behind it despite the Emperor's less-than-intimidating appearance. "Praetor, whilst it is true that I was the most esteemed holder of the position 'Princeps Senatus' and 'Princeps', the dignity of such titles has long been diminished. I am a grown woman and ruler in all regards. This slight shall be permitted once and once only, refrain from making such a faux pas in future."
With that, the Servant backed away somewhat and addressed the original question: "Should you wish to use one of my titles, Augustus would be the most prestigious. Emperor shall suffice in this language until you have proven yourself worthy of more familiarity."
True to form, of all the many titles that the blonde could have picked, Augustus was by far the most self-aggrandising, directly calling attention to her supposed majesty, rather than those that would imply civil or military power. She was, of course, an amazing person--why not use the most suitable of all the titles in her mind?
Had Ascelia noted Nero's movements over the past few days in detail, the need for an escort would not be surprising in the slightest--barely had the Servant gone off to explore their base of operations, favouring sticking close to her Master except for venturing to collect the manuscripts.
Once their destination was announced, missing the grin on the blonde's face was impossible. To be going to Greece... ah, all the heroes that she had missed in life would be present or somewhere to be found! It was a shame that it was the Trojan War rather than any of the stages in the voyage of the Argo but this presented the opportunity to meet Aeneas. Unusual as it would be, the prospect of meeting one of her ancestors was quite exciting.
"But you're too cute for me to like any of those titles," Ai teased, somewhat envious of the Servant ability to simply manifest clothing as they desired. If it extended to changing outfits... ah, so much money could be saved whilst keeping up with fashion! Not that shopping was at all an unpleasant thing to do but the costs associated with buying no clothes? That would be something amazing to dispose of entirely.
The trip down to the briefing chamber was mostly silent, as the magus was focusing on not taking a wrong turn and ending up in the kitchen or something instead, and she didn't dare interrupt someone like the Wizard Marshall as he explained their destination. And... some alchemist was going to be coming with them? She had better not be a liability... though if Zelretch was recommending the Mystic Codes, at least they could be satisfied the things would work.
The white-haired alchemist was prepared as the other magi came in to use the portal, interposed herself in their path, choosing to introduce herself fully before handing out the phones: "I am Meran Briefort Marzikek, Alchemist of Atlas. As your aide in this endeavour, I will be accompanying you all to offer planning advice and gather further information on these grails than that which can be analysed from captured data; I hope that we can establish a mutually beneficial relationship."
"To facilitate co-ordination upon arrival, I have constructed a set of mobile phones, with assistance from the Wizard-Marshall, that can communicate across dimensional lines and function even in the absence of a network to operate upon. Currently, there is one for every Master, and they have facilities to communicate with each other and access the internet. Should it be desired, I will be able to manufacture more for the Servants after our expedition to Greece.
"If there are any features that you wish to request, or assistance required in using the phones, then I shall be happy to be of service," she finished, though it was hard to see how someone that had delivered the entire speech in a near-robotic monotone could be happy about anything. Nevertheless, she started handing out the phones to the Masters, retaining one for herself--and the tablet that would allow her to record more information when they were there.
"I believe, Praetor, that if we wish to start anywhere we should head towards the smoke over there," Nero said, helpfully stating the obvious.
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