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Magic was flickering in the air, Raiden summoned the next servant into being. Skin flowed off his body, reforming into an elegant form in dark silks and bedecked with gold. Long raven hair spilled down his back, and the delicate yet dangerous presence of Semiramis, Queen of Assyria, was summoned
Semiramis spoke in a sultry arrogance, "Servant, Assassin-class. My name is Semiramis. Now then. first, you must prepare a throne for me. Then we shall talk. If you do not have one, then YOU will have to serve as my chair." Her lips curled, eyes daring Raiden to protest.
Raiden's eyes darkened. "I think you do not understand how this all works," he said coolly. "You're in my body. I control you. Now enough of the throne nonsense and know your place"
Semiramis's smirk didn't waver. She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Control me, you say? You must be new to this. A king doesn't have to state his control. A true king has it naturally... or are you still playing at being one?"
Raiden's jaw tightened, his tone thick with annoyance. "I'm not playing at anything, and you'd do well to remember that. you may have been a queen of some random small country back in the day, but no here, Here, I am the King, and I already have enough queens that surpass your glamour"
She tilted her imaginary head, her eyes sparkling with humor. "More than one? Ambitious, aren't we? Then surely a real king wouldn't shy away from having yet another."
Raiden's lip curled over in distaste. "I don't need another queen."
Semiramis gave a lazy wave of her imaginary hand, pretending to dismiss him, yet her brain was already abuzz with thought. There was no denying his power; she well and truly could feel the influence he had, after all, like all servants, she had been watching him from the throne 'Interesting,'she silently pondered. 'This one may prove to be worth so much more than I anticipated. If I play this well, then maybe this would be to my advantage. perhaps I shall be his queen after all!'
Not pressing the matter further, she modulated her tone, her voice a little softer, more conciliatory. "Very well then, my king. If you have such grand plans, I will assist you. For now."
"Already on it," Paracelsus replied with a casual air. He moved quickly, gathering the necessary materials and preparing to create the Humunculi. Within less than twenty minutes, he had completed the process.
Raiden's eyes widened in surprise. "You're kidding. It took me three hours last time!"
"Well, it's about Experience my Lord, Experience and efficiency!" explained Paracelsus
Everything prepared, they went ahead with the transfer of Semiramis into her new Body.
Semiramis purred, her fingers dancing across her form as she settled into the new body. In one predatory, graceful stride, she was in Raiden's space. She was intoxicating-beauty laced with danger. Her lips curled into a smirk as she pressed in farther, her eyes glinting with her intention.
"My king…" she whispered, her hand brushing his arm with deliberate slowness, her voice dripping with seduction. "Surely, you would find me more... useful if I were to serve you in ways beyond mere battlefields." She let her fingers trace the contours of his chest, leaning in, her breath warm against his neck. "We could rule together. I could give you more than just my power."
Raiden, unimpressed and completely uninterested, took a step back, meeting her gaze with cold indifference. "When will you be ready to create the Hanging Gardens?"
Semiramis stiffened. The seductive smile that was locked upon her face faltered for a second as irritation crossed her eyes. as in a sharp and an annoyed tone she said"Hmph. So focused, aren't you? If you think I'll build the Hanging Gardens just because you ask, you're mistaken. A queen deserves better treatment than this.
Raiden raised an eyebrow as if his expression could not miss the irony of her blatant defiance. "Better treatment, you say?
He stepped closer this time, and his hand rose to cup her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were cold, but his touch was deceptively gentle. Semiramis' breath caught as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "If you don't build it, I'll send you right back into the depths of the Throne."
Anger and embarrassment colored her cheeks, her face a mask of disbelief and fury. She jerked away from his touch, the fists clenched at her sides. "You would dare treat me this way? I am a queen, not a mere tool for your whims!"
Raiden's calm, unwavering demeanor only seemed to fuel her ire further. "A king must have control over his kingdom, Semiramis. And I expect you to play your part.
Fuming, Semiramis crossed her arms, her glare fixed on him. "I'm not making the Hanging Gardens out of air! You're going to have to provide the materials-a great deal of materials!"
The gentleness of Raiden's face softened, but it was the sure posture of a king that shone through. "Resources? That can be arranged."
The friction between them was palpable as Semiramis ground her teeth. However furious, she couldn't help but feel that Raiden's power and influence merely made him far too valuable to cross-for now. She folded her arms across her chest, giving a reluctant nod.
"Fine," she said, her voice laced with venom. "I'll build your gardens. But remember this, Raiden—I don't bow easily."
Raiden, unaffected by her threats, turned his back to her, signaling the conversation's end. "Get it done."
Semiramis watched him walk away as plots began to formulate in her head. He may have won this round, but she was far from done.
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As Raiden completed the summoning ritual, the familiar energy surged through his body, engulfing him in light. He felt the transformation begin, a rush of foreign sensations washing over him. But something was different this time. When the light faded, Raiden looked down—and immediately froze.
His eyes widened as he noticed his chest. "What the—" He instinctively cupped the soft curves of his new body, his face a mixture of confusion and shock.
Before he could fully comprehend, a voice rang out in his mind, filled with amusement.
"You like what you see?" It was Da Vinci, her tone playful and mischievous.
Raiden, flustered, stammered an apology. "I—I'm sorry! I didn't realize Da Vinci was a—uh, a woman!"
Da Vinci's laugh echoed in his mind, lighthearted and without offense. "Oh, I was born male, that much is true. But beauty is my ultimate pursuit, and I couldn't resist becoming something more beautiful. I changed my Servant Saint Graph to this form because it's what I wanted—an embodiment of perfection."
As Raiden processed her words, Paracelsus, watching from nearby, blinked in surprise. "Da Vinci….Was a woman?"
Merlin, of course, seemed completely unsurprised, a knowing grin tugging at his lips. Raiden glared at him as he realized that this was yet another prank by the wizard, he then shared Da Vinci's explanation with the others about her saint graph change, and Paracelsus rubbed his chin, trying to make sense of it.
"I see…" Paracelsus nodded, though still slightly baffled. "Then, should I craft the homunculus body in this form?"
Raiden glanced at himself again, feeling Da Vinci's presence lingering in his mind, and nodded. "Da Vinci can be whatever she wants. Go ahead."
Paracelsus nodded, still a bit taken aback. "Yes, I'll get to work on it right away." He moved swiftly to begin the process, needing no more than a glance at Raiden's transformed appearance. "I'll have it done shortly."
As Paracelsus worked, Raiden, still adjusting to the sudden change, grabbed a nearby mirror and took a closer look at his new reflection. The figure staring back at him was indeed feminine, but there was something... familiar about her. "Wait a second," he muttered.
Da Vinci's voice interrupted his thoughts again, full of pride. "Ah, I see you've noticed! I modeled this appearance after my ultimate masterpiece, the Mona Lisa."
Raiden blinked, realization dawning. "It does look like her. Quite stunning, really."
Da Vinci chuckled again, pleased with his reaction. "Naturally! Beauty is something to be cultivated and appreciated." She paused, her tone shifting to something more businesslike. "Now, before you go on about your plans for giving me a body, let me make something clear. I've already guessed what you're up to. And I'm in, of course, with some conditions…."
Raiden raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's your condition?"
Da Vinci's response was swift. "Simple. I want access to unlimited resources—money, materials, anything I need. And I demand absolute freedom. If you give me that, I'll craft wonders for you that'll leave the world in awe. But," she added with a pointed tone, "you must never question my genius. I don't have the patience for people who don't understand my brilliance."
Raiden's lips quirked in a half-smile. "Is that all? Fine. Consider it done."
As the homunculus body neared completion, Raiden looked toward Paracelsus, who finished in record time. "It's ready," Paracelsus announced, looking proud of his swift work.
With the body prepared, the process of transferring Da Vinci's spirit into it began. As the final steps were taken, Da Vinci's new form took shape, her eyes fluttering open in her fresh body. She stretched gracefully, testing her movements, clearly satisfied.
"Well, well, not bad," Da Vinci remarked, admiring herself with a smile. "I feel alive already."
Raiden crossed his arms, nodding approvingly. "Good. Now, what's your first order of business?"
Da Vinci's eyes gleamed with excitement as she spoke, "I'm going to alter the design of Semiramis' Hanging Gardens. It needs some serious improvements."
At that, Semiramis' head snapped up, her face twisting in irritation. "Excuse me?" Her voice dripped with venomous pride. "No one alters my creation."
Da Vinci merely smirked. "Oh, don't be so sensitive. My modifications will make it far grander than anything you could've envisioned."
Semiramis opened her mouth to retort, but Raiden's sharp gaze cut through the tension. "Semiramis, let her work. We need the Gardens at their peak, and if she can improve them, then she will."
Though visibly annoyed, Semiramis relented under Raiden's authority, her eyes narrowing as she gritted her teeth. "Very well. But I won't forget this."
Da Vinci's smirk widened, utterly unbothered. "Good. Now, let's make history."
As Raiden watched the two, only one thought was on his mind…'yup, this will make my work easier…..Definitely won't be babysitting them!'
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