Semiramis balked as her door opened. As composed, calm, methodical as she may appear to anyone who saw her, she was in actuality rather panicked.
Not that she would let anyone realise that. Well, aside from her Master. That girl always knew. Always. As creepy as that was.
And as to what would be sending the Queen of Assyria into a panic, that would be the three blond men who were all currently parked outside her door. One in particular was her cause for panic, the other two seemed rather reasonable. Well, compared to the middle one.
Messy golden locks that fell flat on their heads, matching deep crimson gazes (glares from two of them) and auras that put anyone else she had seen to shame.
- Then there was the two adults bodies… Well, to use her Master's words 'some of the male servants are absolutely chiseled, jacked, ripped, sculpted… As high as your standards are Semi-chan, they will be surpassed.-
And her expectations? Surpassed they were. Also, by any god listening, Semiramis vowed she would get Master to stop using that infuriating nickname.
But back to the auras.
Semiramis had been in teams with figures from legend. Merlin. Zhuge Liang. King Arthur. Hercules. Oda Nobunaga. Scathach. Orion. So she was no stranger to overpowering auras that simply emanated from the individual's existence. - Somehow her Master was immune, or simply didn't take note of those. Something she would be looking into later.-
But no, the three in front of her were far above those she mentally listed. Their power was simply ridiculous, even the man most renowned for magic didn't compare to this trio. Especially the shirtless one glaring at her. By the gods look at those abs. A mental shake of her head cleared any possible hormones buzzing around.
"May I… Assist you?" As insulting as it may have been, Semiramis knew she couldn't afford to insult any Servant. Master would find out.
Semiramis didn't want to know how that impossible woman punished anyone who misbehaved. She had already seen mind boggling feats performed by Master.
Like having that evil version of that Saint grovelling at her feet -Yet another matter to look into. What on earth was even going on in Chaldea?-. Begging for forgiveness. No, Semiramis would rather avoid any punishment.
The glaring one suddenly growled. The noise startled Semiramis back into the present and her hand flinched back a fraction. The child caught the act and smiled kindly at her.
… How insulting. She didn't need to be comforted by a child!
"Mongrel…." The shirtless one hissed out and narrowed his eyes before the one with a hat put a hand on his shoulder.
Not only the abs, but the voice too. Good lord she was a married woman, well, was, she shouldn't be affected like a little schoolgirl. That should be her Master.
But as the furious glare burned even harder into her, Semiramis decided that maybe, just maybe, being comforted by a child wouldn't be such a bad thing.
"What is the name of your Noble Phantasm, Mongrel?" The one with the hat questioned. While rather obviously nowhere near as incensed as his twin? He was still irritated.
"Hanging Gardens of Babylon?" The poison master ventured, sounding like she was asking them rather than confirming it.
"You? You dare?!" The shirtless roared out, breaking free of the hold his brother? Had on him. As he closed the distance to mere centimetres, Semiramis felt smaller than she ever had.
Suddenly a pale arm wrapped itself around the enraged man, pulling him back out the door and into the corridor. Now a long green haired person had gotten involved.
And person was the best term Semiramis could think of, because she sure as hell couldn't tell what gender this person was. Perfectly androgynous features and a loose fitting robe that left everything to the imagination revealed nothing.
Delicate as the person appeared, there was certainly nothing delicate about the headlock it was putting the shirtless man in. One arm locked around the blonde shirtless man's neck and the other was used to wave at her.
"Hello. My name is Enkidu. I'm sorry for how Gil behaves, but he gets so worked up sometimes." A gentle smile and a peaceful aura emanated from the being.
The mentioned "Gil" was turning purple, clawing at the being's arm that was unrelenting in it's grasp around his neck.
A few seconds later and his body fell slack, only remaining off the floor due to the arm that was still wrapped around his neck.
"... A pleasure to meet you?" Semiramis halfheartedly waved back, in a daze. Then her hand spike clinked against the wall.
Three pairs of eyes fell to the source of the noise.
"Why do you have spikes in your hands? Don't they hurt?" The smallest blonde questioned, nothing but innocence in his voice and a wide eyed crimson gaze.