She helps, but not in the way they expected

Lucy, Kyle, Levi and Uriel peeked out from the treeline as they looked upon the fairgrounds, several tents and stalls set up as a band of minstrels played period accurate music or bardcore versions of popular songs. People were scattered throughout the fair dressed as peasants, knights, harlequins, jesters, and other medieval personas.

"I feel like I just walked into a game of Dungeons and Dragons." Kyle commented as the four carefully stepped forward, hiding behind a tent.

"Shame that Satie isn't here." Levi commented as they dove behind a stall. "She loves this geeky stuff!"

"Really? Only Satie?" Lucy teased as the group scampered behind a tower of mead barrels. "Because I seem to recall that a certain Demon Lord of Envy was geeking out hard over Da Vinci during the actual Renaissance."

"Hey! Everyone was geking out over Da Vinci back then!" Levi hissed defensively. "And Raphael. And Michelangelo. Anybody who was anybody had their paintings!"

"And when I caught you getting off to his rough draft of The Virgin of The Rocks...?"

"Firstly, you agreed that you'd never tell anyone about that!" Levi hissed, completely mortified as her face burned while Uriel gave her a look. "Second, I wasn't getting off to the entire painting! Just..." she became more bashful, "Just Uriel's image. I had everything else cropped out."

"Oh my..." Uriel commented as her cheeks flushed, unsure whether to be weirded out or flattered.

"Guys! We can have storytime later, okay?" Kyle said in a hushed voice.

"Great! Then I'll tell you about the time when Lucy went down to Georgia and - "

"Don't even think about it!" Lucy hissed, her face going red.

"Everyone knows about that song." Kyle said, looking between .

"Um... That incident was a little more embarrassing than what Johnny wrote down before selling the song rights." Lucy stated, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

Kyle wanted to ask further, but shook his head as he decided that that would wait until later. "Nevermind." He said, "Which one is Morgan's tent?"

"That one!" Lucy whispered as she pointed to a large tent in the middle of the fairgrounds where a figure dressed in black armor was walking towards, opening the flaps as they stepped inside.

"Was that The Black Knight?!" Kyle asked in shock.

"Well, not quite..." Lucy replied. "Mordred has been dead for about..." she did the math in her head for a few seconds, "One thousand four hundred eighty-seven years. Mortals who chalk him up to myth don't know that he actually had a one night stand with a barmaid before The Battle of Camlann. Mainly do to Morgan erasing it from the minds of every mortal on the planet. So, that’s probably one of her descendants."

"Well, that's going to be quite awkward then..." Kyle muttered.

Morgan Le Fey sat on her chair sipping tea as figure in the black armor came in, shutting the flap behind them. Without looking up, Morgan asked, "What is it this time, Mildred?"

The knight removed their helmet, revealing the wearer to be a nineteen year old woman with blonde hair, pale and freckled skin, and blue eyes. She gasped for breath before tossing the helmet onto a pillow and grabbing a washcloth from nearby, dabbing at her sweaty skin. "I can’t breathe in this stupid thing!"

"Hey! Be careful with that, young lady!" Morgan scolded, waving a hand and lifting the helmet up onto a counter. "That is a family heirloom!"

"But do I really have to wear it, Granny?" Mildred whined, snapping her fingers. Within seconds, the black armor was off her body and appeared on a mannequin nearby, leaving the blonde in a pair of sky blue panties and a matching bra. "Look at me! I'm roasting!"

"You'll get used to the heat. Plus, it's your heritage." Morgan said before shaking her head. "And for the last time: Stop calling me 'Granny'."

"Uh, excuse us."

Mildred and Morgan looked up to see the four having entered the tent, covering themselves with their hands. Mildred let out a squeak as she eyed Kyle, slapping her arms over her bra before looking down... her eyes widening as she eyed Kyle's cock.

"Hey! His eyes are up there!" Lucy shouted at Mildred, causing the young woman to blush. The Devil then turned to Morgan and cleared her throat. "Hello, Morgan."

"Ah, Ms. Morningstar! What a pleasant surprise." Morgan greeted calmly, "And I see you got over your cavity, Ms. Leviathan. To what do I owe the pleasure? Does it perchance have anything to do with your lack of clothes?"

"It's a long story..."

"Okay, just over this fence and -" Grant said as the four climbed over the fence to the fairgrounds, letting out a grunt as he swung his leg over the top...

Only to lose his balance as he fell off the fence, his shirt getting snagged and ripping off him as he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Grant!" Roxie exclaimed before losing her balance as well, falling off the fence. However, she was closer to a tree branch that snagged her shirt, tearing it off and exposing her purple bra before landing on Grant. As her boyfriend wheezed, she looked down and guiltily muttered, "Sorry."

"Now, what on earth is - Oh bugger!" Amelia exclaimed, falling off the fence and landing in a bush before groaning in pain.

"... Okay, now Oi'm afraid of climbin' down." Trish muttered as she carefully stood up on the fence, wobbling to keep her balance as the other three got to their feet. Seeing the tree branch that had claimed Roxie's shirt, Trish did the mathematics in her head before jumping forward and grabbing the branch...

*CRACK!*

"FUCKIN' 'ELL!"

*SPLASH!*

Trish yelped as she landed butt first into a small creek, jumping to her feet as she felt the cold wet spot on the back of her panties.

"Dat's odd." Trish commented, "Oi planned dat out in my 'ead, but..."

"Look, we can worry about this later." Grant said as Trish shot him a glare, "We have more important things to deal with right now!"

"Mr. Rogers is correct, we still have -"

*SHRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPP!*

"Oh no!" Amelia whimpered as she saw the remains of her blouse in the bush, her cheeks going red at the revelation of her floral print pink bra. Covering her breasts, she muttered, "This is quite embarrassing."

"Okay, slight mishap." Roxie said as the group looked over their wardrobe malfunctions. "Nevertheless, we're close to the fair."

"Demon hunters? Crucifixes? And a sigil?!" Morgan asked, "My, that is troubling. No matter, I'll have you three healed in a -"

"Uh, that won't be necessary, Morgan!" Lucy exclaimed with a nervous laugh. "We -"

"'Not necessary'? Why ever not?" Morgan asked. "I cured The Demon Lord of Envy of her cavity, didn’t I?!"

"You turned me into a goldfish!" Levi exclaimed.

"But were you not cured of your cavity after you turned back?"

"She's kind of got a point, Granny." Mildred said as she wrapped the robe around her body. "You're healing magic isn't all that it's cracked up to be anymore."

"It is perfectly fine!" Morgan snapped, "I cured you of your acne last year!"

"You made it worse to the point Mom had to drag me to a dermatologist!" Mildred argued. She then turned to the others and muttered, "Seriously, she's my great-great-great-great... etcetera, great-great-great-great-aunt/-grandma on my mom's side, but even she's thinking of switching my magic training over to M-E-R-L-"

"You may call me 'Granny', Mildred, but I haven't gotten old enough to forget how to spell." Morgan growled.

"Look, Morgan, we just need you to teleport us to Mazu's museum." Lucy said, "I know your teleportation magic still works."

"I don't see why I -" Morgan began, only to be interrupted by the sound of laughter from outside the tent. "What the devil?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry..."

"What da fuckin' 'ell yew bloody Yankees laughin' at?!" Trish shouted as she and the others made their way to a tent stall that specialized in medieval weaponry. "Yew're gonna be thankin' us in a minute!"

"Please stop making a scene, Patricia! This is embarrassing enough!" Amelia hissed.

"Hey Pal!" Grant barked as the shop keep turned around, stifling a laugh. "How much for a crossbow, some bolts, a few daggers, and maybe a sword while you're at it?"

"I doth not believe that thee can afford it, knave, but all that weaponry would be around half a crown." The Shopkeeper said with a chuckle... Not once noticing Roxie sneaking into the back to grab said weapons while the other three kept him busy.

"Grant and Roxie!" Kyle whispered. "And those other two demon hunters!"

"They really never give up, do they?" Uriel asked, tightly holding the pearl attached to her necklace.

"Hmm... I see the problem here now." Morgan said. Taking a breath, she said, "I will not tolerate demon hunters in my fair and after good friends! Mildred! Get your armor back on and keep them busy while I get Lucy and her friends out of here!"

"You'll teleport us to Mazu's?!" Lucy asked hopefully as Kyle noticed a look of concern on Uriel's face.

"Unfortunately, no." Morgan replied as Kyle saw the brief look of relief on Uriel's face. "My teleportation magic has been on the fritz lately, and I couldn't send you all that far without side-effects. However, I can send you out of the fairgrounds within a mile from here. Any specific locations?"

"Well," Lucy said as she gave a sheepish smile to the others, "at least we'll get to the South half of the zoo without being seen by more people."

"I'll keep them busy, Granny!" Mildred said as she donned her helmet once more, snapping her fingers as the suit came together on her body.

"And stop calling me 'Granny'!" Morgan shouted as she watched Mildred leave through the flap...