Denzel slowly woke up, first his mind then his body. His whole body ached with soreness as he shifted around to get more comfortable. He felt something or someone shift next to him and turned his head to gaze at Marlene who was wrapped up in the capes of her servants, with Tristan's being used as a pillow.

Denzel then noticed that he too was covered and his head was supported. Looking down Paracelsus' coat was draped over him and the rough smoothness under his head told him that Billy gave him his vest for a pillow.

Denzel cracked a smile as he slowly sat up, groaning as his muscle aches in protest; looking around he noticed that he was the only one up. Stretching he sighed when a few bones popped into place and silently stood up, looking around for a moment he headed to where the river was and washed his face.

He had no memories of the night before, he would sometimes become conscious; but he could only hear not see. Groaning he kicked angrily at the dirt, wanting to be more than a helpless damsel in distress; Marlene excelled in sword fighting and archery while he was told it would be better if they could hopefully find a alterior. They made him train with knives and dagger, but he was still pretty bad with them.

"I wish I was good at something," He grumbled.

"Denzel," he jumped at the sound of his name and whirled around to see a still sleepy Paracelsus make his way to him, buttoning up his lab coat. "Awake are we?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Pretty sore though."

"I can help with that..If you would allow me," Paracelsus motioned him over and Denzel nodded. Sitting down in front of his servant he waited and shivered slightly at the feeling, the hands hesitated and he heard Paracelsus hum.

"Para," he asked, using the nickname he gave the Caster. That seemed to snap the man out of his thought and he gave Denzel a bright smile.

"Well this explains something to me," He said and began massaging the boy's shoulders. "You have Magic Circuits, like me. Natural born no doubt and a large amount of them too. Startling, considering you might be a first generation mage."

"I'm a mage," Denzel gasped excitedly, he deflated slightly at Paracelsus' laugh.

"No. Not yet until you get the proper training. But this might explain why swords and archery don't come naturally to you," he hummed, petting the boy's head lightly. "Don't worry, I am a competent mage. So I will be able to teach you the basics."

"Please," Henry sighed as he plopped down next to them, gazing at Paracelsus with a side eye. "Your the Father of Modern Alchemy. You've refounded the the discoveries of the four elements in the non-magnus world and the five in the magus world. As well as the three humors. You know homunculi better than even the Einzberns and have a knack of summoning golems. Not to mention your Jewel Magecraft...that is something to marvel at."

"Really," Denzel gasped.

"I am an average mage," Paracelsus signed, dropping his hands from Denzel's loosened shoulders. "Even though I did all those things, I am average."

"Your a man who advanced magecraft it is something to be proud of," Henry protested quietly.

"I was killed by the Mage's Association for trying to tell human about magic and selling mass produced Philosophers Stones, I am an anomaly amongst mages," he huffed, leaning back on his hands.

"You loved humans and children with all your heart. You had love to give and they did not see it, such is the problem with mages," Henry whispered, winking at the man.

"Yeah, your really nice," Denzel agreed smiling brightly at his servant.

"Thank you," he sighed happily. "I was worried with my parentage being revealed that you would hate me-"

"Hating someone as nice as you is nearly impossible," Denzel chuckled. "I doubt the ladies thought so too. Man I've been spending too much time around Reno…"

"I had no interest in women, but I wished for a friendship with a famous Magnus, I only stayed away out of respect," he sighed dreamily.

"Who," Denzel asked excitedly.

"Leonardo Da Vinci. A great man in his own right, and a brilliant magnus…" the three spent the rest of the time talking about magic and what Denzel would be taught.

"I wonder what would have become of the man if he did become friends with Da Vinci," Shirou hummed as he walked out of the room.

"No doubt he would have been a real problem. With him reinventing certain formulas to make them more powerful and accurate...his mind is something to be feared," Semiramis growled.

"Last I heard, Da Vinci had decided to transform into a woman to get a feel of the Mona Lisa and it's beauty. Personally, she's trying to get with him," Shirou continued not hearing him.

"Well he was incredibly beautiful in his life, many women fawned over him and yet he never spared them a single glance," Semiramis huffed.

"Should I be worried," he chuckled, looking behind to catch her eyes. She blushed and stammer out son gibberish as he laughed.

"Oh, you three awake," Hikari yawned as he walked over.

"Morning," Denzel greeted.

"Ah, Hikari," Paracelsus greeted smiling at the young boy. "Good morning, is Nero awake as well?"

"No, everyone is still out cold," He sighed shaking his head. "I'm scared though, I don't remember much of last night. What happened?"

"You know that we were attacked," at Hikari's nod, Henry continued. "Well we barely made it out before Semiramis' master decided to pull back. We have a semi-clear goal in mind; but it will need much fine tuning."

"More, considering what were trying to accomplish," Boudicca hummed as she approached them, keeling down by the river to gather water. "We want to attempt to storm the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. That thought in itself is neigh a fantasy."

"Is that woman really that powerful," Hikari breathed, looking at them with wide eyes.

"We'd be facing a goddess of ancient times," Boudicca groaned. "It's sure suicide, but I have no doubt that if we want to send you guys home, we'll need to break in and steal the grail."

"What is the Grail or whatever," Hikari asked, confused at their tense forms. "Is it something bad?"

"One could say such, considering the Grail is no longer something that we should acquire. It's been long since corrupted. But the Grail shouldn't be granting them so much power," Boudicca sighed.

"Unless they have the Greater Grail," Jeanne sighed as she sat up. "With the Greater Grail they could use it's power while avoiding corruption. They would as well get a major power boost."

"And with Semiramis' Fortress being made from the Age of Gods...this won't be easy," Boudicca groaned, leaning back on her heels.

"But-"

"Denzel, go wake everyone up. We'll talk later," Paracelsus whispered, pushing him toward everyone else. "You too Hikari."

"But-"

"Go," Jeanne told him firmly. He hesitated, opening his mouth to protest but closed it when her glare turned fiercer. Sighing he trudged over to where the others were waking up and helpfully directed the other servants to where the other three were.

The masters when about the normal routine of gathering wood and berries they could eat; before heading to a stream if there was one nearby and washing up a little.

The Servants convened for their weekly meeting, which now has turned into a War Meet.

"The Hanging Gardens of Babylon," Bedivere breathed, stepping away slightly in his daze. "It's not going to be easy to enter, not to mention head too."

"Undoubtedly were being watched," Charlemagne snapped.

"Of course we are," Nero snapped, her face and eyes serious for once. "It would be foolish to assume a Empress such as she would allow us to continue living, without watching us."

"Little red is right," Robin hood sighed as he dropped down next to his brother. He held out his hand, to which he held three bloodied doves with arrows through their hearts, by their little feet. "These were the only ones I could find, but I sense more."

"These are living familiar's," Paracelsus said, walking over and taking one before Robin tossed the other two to the side. "They look so real, but are made of magic. It was a wonder you were able to find them at all."

"It wasn't easy," He admitted with a defeated sigh. "They have some sort of cloaking magic that made them hard to spot. It was a nothing short of a miracle that my No Face May King-Faceless King was able to avoid them."

"One of your skills I assume," Francis asked.

"Yeah and I was lucky as well to get the help of the forests Druids. They sense one of their own," he sighed and Tristan gave him a strange look.

"Your a druid," he scoffed.

"My dad was, apparently he seduced our mother, but when the king found out he had him killed. So there, I'm the bastard you've always hated," Robin snapped.

"Robin-"

"Leave it."

"No," Bedivere spoke up, voice firm.

"What's wrong," Tristan was at his husband's side in an instant, while Gawain began to inch away. "Are you-OOOWWWW," he yelled as Bedivere's silver hand attached itself to his ear. Pulling him along woh Robin he grabbed him, ignoring the squawk in protest and began dragging them away.

"You two are going to talk to one another and sort everything out before we even attempt to plan storming the Hanging Gardens. Or I swear I will divorce you Tristan and make you, Robin Hood, wish you were never born."

"I knew he was going to snap."

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