The Tyrant

III: Preparations

There were a few moments of silence after I summoned Circe, only the fading hum of magic and the sound of the wind filling the air.

"So, you done stroking his cheek lovingly yet?" Caenis's voice came, earning a blush from Circe as she backed up from me, shifting her gaze to the tanned Lancer.

"Caeneus," Circe said. "My niece, Medea, told me a little bit about you. I thought you were a man?"

"Blame how the stupid throne works," she snapped. "I can't control it."

"Yes, the throne is rather strange in how it works."

"Strange is putting it lightly, birdy."

"I believe this is the case of the pot calling the kettle a twat."

"... Don't you mean black?"

"I know what I said."

"Um," I spoke up, making both of them look at me. "Not to interrupt your whole bonding moment, but if we can focus on what's important...?"

"Sounds good," Caenis nodded.

"I suppose we can argue later," Circe agreed. "So, how may I help you?"

"I've recently bought a new property-."

"I recently bought a new property," Caenis cut in with a smirk.

"Caenis, not now."

"Right, right."

"As I was saying, I've bought a new property, and I need it protected from Supernatural attacks and the like. And I need various magic tools... Not for offensive purposes, but to protect me."

Circe nodded at my words. "So, you want your property warded from the supernatural, and you want some protection. Sounds fair... But, can I ask why?"

"Oh, oh!" Caenis spoke up. "I wanna take this one, can I?"

I gave her a look. "It's my ambition, why do you want to?"

"Because I've kind of gotten used to explaining things now."

I kept staring at her before sighing. "... Fine."

She pumped her fist. "Aw yeah!" She turned to Circe. "So, it's like this! Mister Perverted Master over there- "

"I hate you."

"- Wants to take over the world. He's a bit of a weakling right now, but I have an idea of which Servant to Summon to help train him up. While they can condition his physical body, he still needs a place he can be safe, and train in peace. That's where you come in! We need you to protect the big house we've got, and build an underground training area, as well as set up a workshop for you to teach him about Magecraft!"

"... That is... Quite a tall order," Circe said, after hearing Caenis's explanation.

"So, you can't?"

"Don't patronise me, stupid tyrant," Circe snapped. "Of course, I can! But it isn't cheap, I'll need materials. And lots of them."

"We'll get them."

"Huh?" Circe turned her gaze to me.

"We will get you whatever materials we need to for this to work," I repeated.

She stared at me. "... Tell me, why do you seek to be a king?" She asked carefully.

"Because I am weak," I told her. "I am weak, discriminated against, and hated..." I clenched my fists. "I want to prove them wrong. I want to show them that I'm more than what they make me out to be."