The main hall of the suite apparently doubled as a bedroom. In the very center stood a fluffy rose colored bed. Four black posts like bamboo joints rose from the corners and held up a round canopy that spilled down from the ceiling.
Rich red dominated the design, with gold patterns and trim as accents, making the entire bed look like a queen's canopy. Luxurious and elegant.
Pendragon felt that Emperor Nero would definitely approve of this style of little bed. As for himself, he could tolerate it for now. A real man ought to sleep in a Terminator chassis.
The mattress was so soft that just sitting down made him feel as if his whole body was sinking in.
"Seriously, they are not afraid of wrecking their backs sleeping on this thing?"
He bounced a few times on the bed, then stood up and noticed a pale yellow mark where he had been sitting. That was the sand he had brought with him from the desert.
He had gotten himself completely grimy while learning to fly. Finding a hotel was mainly an excuse to finally wash up.
"Mmm."
Stretching lazily in front of the floor to ceiling window, Pendragon used telekinesis to draw the curtains shut, then started searching for the bathroom.
"Tsk, this really is an emperor's level of luxury."
The presidential suite lived up to its name. Even the bathroom was bigger than the master bedroom of most normal apartments. The floor and walls were covered in marble tiles, and in the very center was an oversized white porcelain bathtub with four pillars around it, standing like silent guardians.
So this was probably… some kind of Greek temple aesthetic?
A beautiful crystal chandelier hung directly above the tub, casting gentle light across the entire room. Clean white towels were folded into neat blocks and stacked beside the tub.
Pendragon washed his hands first. After figuring out how all these fancy gadgets worked, he used telekinesis to scrub the tub and the drain plug three times over before he finally started running hot water.
While Pendragon was waiting for the tub to fill, the pedestrians whose phones he had crushed with telekinesis earlier swarmed into the hotel lobby and promptly overloaded the front desk.
Some people had followed because they were unwilling to accept what had happened. Some came because they wanted compensation for their destroyed phones. Most simply wanted to watch the show.
After all, Pendragon's threat level seemed much lower than a full scale alien invasion. If he had crushed their skulls instead of their phones a minute ago, not a single brave American citizen would be charging in after him right now.
The hotel staff, on the other hand, were completely stunned. There were too many people. A few junior security guards could not possibly control the crowd, and the two sweating doormen had already run to find the manager and explain the situation.
…
This outfit… should be made of mana, right?
Pendragon tugged at the sailor uniform on his upper body and closed his eyes.
In his mind, the magical layer covering his body came into focus. As expected, it was all condensed mana.
Pendragon willed the magical fabric to disintegrate. When he opened his eyes again, the outfit, short skirt, scarf, garter stockings and shoes had all evaporated like steam, vanishing in faint distortions of light.
Come to think of it… did not MHX Alter have the "well endowed" trait?
Pendragon lowered his head and let his gaze drift downward.
"You have got to be kidding me. Who brought the shadow priest?"
His chest and the sensitive area below his belly were both automatically covered by patches of mana that devoured all light, forming invisible no observation zones.
This felt exactly like those manga panels that only had this kind of censor bar so the pages could pass review.
"Feel the power of the dark side."
Pendragon extended a pale, slender middle finger toward some unknown censor god.
He could not see anything, but he could still touch. After a bit of poking, a bit of bouncing, he confirmed that the so called "well endowed" part was basically nonexistent. Nothing got in the way. There was not even a sense of weight.
Whatever.
Once he saw that the tub was finally full of hot water, Pendragon dipped one foot in, then slid his entire body under the surface in one smooth motion, like a skinned white fish dropping into boiling oil.
"Perfect entry. No splash. Full marks."
The tub really was enormous. With his breath held, Pendragon could actually lie flat and still dog paddle forward a little bit.
Telekinesis stirred the water. It felt like countless gentle hands were washing every inch of his skin.
Once the sand and dust on his body were completely gone, he drained the tub, refilled it with fresh hot water, and soaked again.
"Phew. That actually feels amazing."
He let the silver hair that had been tied up behind his head fall fully loose. Soaked through, it clung to his smooth, pale back in damp strands, all except that stubborn ahoge.
Barefoot, Pendragon walked to the mirror over the sink and looked at his current reflection with intense anticipation.
"…"
How was he supposed to describe this?
It was like being hit with a charm spell. For a split second, the air seemed to freeze. He even forgot to breathe.
As the face that had achieved the highest gacha spending record in history and served as the poster girl of an entire game, her features were of course flawless.
Those dark golden eyes carried their own natural chill, a cold and dignified air. The glasses perched on the bridge of her nose softened that iciness just enough, giving her a unique kind of charm.
In short, Pendragon was not thinking "this face is pretty" as a guy who liked cute girls. He was thinking, as a human being in general, that she was beautiful, like a fairy from legend who had stepped straight into the real world.
His gaze dropped. The flat, slender little waist made him suck in a breath. It looked so thin, so delicate, that it felt like one wrong move could snap it in half.
Below the second censor zone were a pair of long, slim legs. They were perfectly shaped, round and smooth, without a hint of excess fat, like fine porcelain, white as frost and snow.
Finally, his eyes landed on the pair of delicate feet. The proportions of bone and flesh were exquisite. The toes looked like ten little pearls, smooth and lustrous with an almost velvety texture.
Pendragon swallowed without thinking. To be honest, those legs… they were dangerously attractive. He could imagine living the rest of his life for that pair alone.
He touched the rock hard ahoge and let out a helpless sigh. Unfortunately, in his current state he did not even have… He covered his face.
No matter how hungry his eyes were, he was firmly in sage mode. Just like Ainz Ooal Gown, he had almost no real physical reaction to the female body anymore.
After blow drying the cool silver gray hair, he used magical projection to create a black silk ribbon and tied it into a simple ponytail.
"As for clothes…"
Mana surged over his skin, solidified, then rapidly wove itself into the outfit Pendragon had in mind.
A navy blue shirt and tie paired with a matching skirt, topped with a French style black European coat. Together they formed the perfect men's suit.
Pendragon was going to cosplay the suit version of the Ahoge King.
"I am probably the most accurate Saber cosplay on the entire planet right now."
Aside from the differences in hair color and eye color, this was pretty much exactly how Saber would look if she stepped into the real world.