Arturia looked at the near-naked body of the former empress, perhaps she felt pity for the woman, maybe the feeling she had was kin to familiarity, as the Nero was similar to herself.
Someone from another time in a world that resembled her own but was ever so slightly different
So as stretched out her hand and placed it on the sleeping woman's chest.
Her dress was made with magical fivers, that bent to her will, so she never ran out of clothing granted she never needed to use the dress as she did now, but when she was king, she had several dresses all equally as good.
Her dress could be made into an armor that could barely be damaged, however, when it was damaged it could repair itself.
Unfortunately for Nero, she wouldn't benefit from any of these gifts, her dress would only be that a dress, albeit a dress that would offer slightly more protection than regular clothing.
Arturia felt her dress move, the fabric flowed like vines from her hand onto the sleeping woman's body until it covered every part of Nero except for her head and part of her neck.
The fabric began to react to Nero and began to take the shape of something that the woman would be happy to wear.
When it was done her clothing returned to her completely and Arturia had to admit that she wasn't pleased by the results, but the Romans always did have a peculiar taste.
Nero now wore a white blouse that covered her chest and stomach, h a clear near-transparent skirt that Arturia swore would show the womans undergarments.
Yet the dress itself was bright red, a long seave coat covered the woman's' shoulders- arms- hips- back and reached all the way down to the length of the clear skirt.
Yet the uncovered white blouse drew Arturias attention to the woman's exposed neck and large chest, it was a dress made to draw people's attention to the wearer.
As much as Arturia wanted to say something she wasn't one to judge people's tastes, for her own clothing taste in clothing was considered strange by onlookers.
A silver almost white form-fitting dress, it emphasized her bust and highlighted her curves, it was a dress made for both practicality and appearance.
Her breasts didn't jiggle when she walked and because her skirt wasn't as long as the skirts other women wore she enjoyed the feeling of the wind whenever it blew.
It was true that men often stared at her well-toned legs but none ever dared to comment on it, at least not until now anyway.
Arturia felt the cart jump as it either passed over a rock or had gone through a hole in the ground.
Arturia turned her attention towards aqua and closed her eyes for a moment, it was going to be difficult to teach the woman some modesty.
Her dress was far too small for her, while the top was form-fitting, her skirt was way too small and Arturia swore that the girl wanted people to try and see what was underneath.
Her top was blue with white highlights on the edges, while her skirt had yellow highlights on the ends.
She wore white sleeves that were attached to the blouse by two small strings, that were nearly invisible, while the girl's light purple boots coved a pair of white knee-high socks.
Overall it wasn't a bad outfit especially considering Aqua's slim figure, well-developed legs and chest, her light skin, and long blue hair, but it wasn't something a decent lady should wear.
Arturia felt the horse slow down until it finally stopped moving and as she turned to see why Kazuma had stopped the animal, her eyes met the armored figure of Mordred accompanied by the guard that had watched over them several days before.
The two had already dismounted their horses and were waiting for them, Arturia knew that the only way the two could have known where they were and where they were headed was if Merlin had used his magic to track them.
"Kazuma!"
"I challenge you to a duel, prove to me that you are worthy of being!" Mordred began however Kazuma immediately stopped her
"Don't want to" Kazumasaid to Mordred
"..."
"Hey if you want the throne take it it's yours, that thing brings nothing but problems."
"Hey we never got paid," Kazuma said to the guard, after rejecting Mordred's challenge
The guard walked up to Kazuma and handed him a small bag filled with silver and gold coins.
Arturia watched as Mordred walked up to Kazuma quickly and graved his hand and nearly tore the bag away from him.
"You and I are competing for the throne, I can beat you I can" Mordred began to explain but Kazuma raised his left hand silencing her.
"King Arthur is in his castle, that king is your father"
"Arturia is here with me, we are not competing for anything," Kazuma said to Mordred causing her to release her grip on him
"Father wants you to return to the castle," Mordred said to Kazuma
"I don't want to, I'm going to be an adventurer," Kazuma said to Mordred before aqua rose from her seat and sat next to him
Mordred looked at the two and then turned to look at Arturia.
"Why them?"
"Why not me?" Mordred asked Arturia, and Arturia could hear the pain in her voice.
"Mordred give me a pen and paper," Arturia said to Mordred
The moment Mordred gave her the two items, Arturia began to write everything she wanted to say to her younger self.
Mordred's betrayal, her own regret of never living her life beyond the life of a king, and the hope that her younger self wouldn't make the same mistakes she did
Arturia folded the paper and gave it to Mordred before ordering her to only allow Saber to read its contents and so the four of them left Mordred and Shiroe behind
In Camelot Saber read Arturia's letter and her heart filled with regret, yet as much as she wanted to avoid the same fate as her other self she knew that things had to carry on as they were.
For the seeds of change were already planted and there was no stopping them anymore