Avicebron, aka Solomon ibn Gabirol, the genius poet who was thought to be a golem creator. Also the one who had named the thaumaturgical system of Kabbalah. Making him the first and greatest Kabbalist in history.
Nitocris, the princess that had become a pharaoh after the machinations of the politicians in pharaoh's court had caused the death of her brothers whenever they thought the pharaoh was becoming too much to manipulate. Knowing that, she had drowned the same politicians who had killed her brothers and made a mockery of the position of Pharaoh.
These were not the people before Kyros but damn they looked like their Fate counterparts. Or at least their 'Lily' versions.
Nitocris Sneferu had skin tone much similar to Kyros' own, just slightly lighter. Her hair was purple and her eyes held wisdom beyond her age. Which wasn't that much wisdom since she looked like she was thirteen or fourteen.
Avicebron on the other hand looked pretty much how he would look in Fate. Blue Cape and clothes and a diamond shaped mask that didn't show anything of his face. Only smaller. Like some chibi meme.
"Nitocris, Avicebron, this is lord Kyros. The one I told you two about." Mogamett said as he slightly lowered himself to their eye level and gave them a reassuring smile, telling them to introduce themselves without saying anything.
"G-Good day, lord Kyros. I a-am Nitocris Sneferu, the daughter of former lord and lady Sneferu." Nitocris stuttered out, trying to appear confident and failing at it miserably. Even Avicebron was looking at her with what Kyros thought to be pity, hard to say with the mask.
"Well met, Nitocris. I am Kyros, the lord of these lands." Kyros nodded at the young magician before turning to the masked youth.
"And you are?"
"I am called Avicebron." The young man said simply and Nitocris glared at him, not happy with the way he was treating a noble.
"Well met, Avicebron. I am sure that you have asked many things to Mogamett already but if you have any questions, please ask them." Kyros said with a nod and then a blushing Nitocris raised her hand.
"Umm my… my lord, why is it that you are not w-wearing a s-sh-shirt?" The purple haired magician stuttered out with a massive blush in her face as she did her best not to stare at her lord's bare chest or six pack.
"Because the clothes people expect nobles to wear are ugly. Any other questions?" Kyros answered and then asked, looking at Avicebron who stepped towards him.
"I have heard that you had your servants buy slaves in a massive number. Why is that?" Avicebron asked bluntly, making Nitocris look at him with shock.
She had been curious about such a thing as well but had deemed questioning it may very well cost her her new place so she decided to do otherwise. Only for the masked boy to ask the question with the subtlety of a raging dragon.
"A good question." Kyros nodded his head with a serious expression much to the shock of the two magicians in front of him.
"Currently my lands have one major problem, a lack of work force. After my parents' death most of the workers in land decided to move away as they did not have trust in the leading ability of a boy of my age." Kyros admitted since it was nothing weird that some people didn't want to be ruled by a fourteen year old.
"I can also give other reasons like the fact every slave I buy is one slave who will be working in honest work rather than get tortured for the sick fantasies of other nobles." Kyros continued with a frown on his face, making his opinion on other nobles very clear.
"But in the end the major reason for me to buy them is lack of work force as I already have explained. Does that satisfy you, Avicebron?" The lord of the land asked to the masked boy with his arms crossed over his chest.
"It does." The young magician nodded his head. "Your reasons are logical and they mean that if you possess enough work force you won't need to buy anymore slaves, is that right?"
"It is." Chosen of Ma'at nodded his head with a smile.
"Then that is all the more reason for me to start my work." The masked magician declared, the air around him heavy with his determination.
"Does that mean that your magic can help with the work, Avicebron?" Kyros asked with a smirk, looking at the masked magician who nodded with a serious air around him.
"I am a golem master. I shall have some workers ready within a week." Avicebron claimed as he left the room, following after Mogamett.
"Th-Then I shall take my leave as well." Nitocris stuttered out and left the room as well but not before giving one last bow.
This talk had been good in Kyros' mind. Not only had he gotten a chance to act cool, he also got a chance to check for the magicians' characters.
Nitocris seemed to be a pretty normal kid but she was also quite fidgety and seemed scared through the whole talk, especially when Avicebron acted 'rude'. So she was probably afraid what might happen if I wanted them gone since her family name no longer held the power it once had as nobles and so she probably had nowhere else to go.
Avicebron on the other hand seemed rather detached from life but he also seemed to have his Fate counterparts distaste for suffering with the way he reacted to slavery and his decision to make it so that Kyros wouldn't need slaves. He was more than likely gonna be one of the most useful subordinates Kyros could have.
With such thoughts the young lord went back to his room, opened his door and came face to face with a young adult with blond hair wearing a lab coat and ripped jeans.
"Hello there, little champion. Come in, we should have a talk." The man, no, the god smiled as he welcomed Kyros into his own room.
