In Artoria's mind, Merlin was definitely having a lot of fun with his statements at hers and Gilgamesh's expense. Given the way he was, she could understand this to some extent but still it didn't make her do anything but scoff. "Fighting is fighting. I bruised no testosterone purposefully. And it is not like I am trying to collect titles either... it just seems to happen around me," she said giving a gentle nod. Of course, she didn't know she was about to gain another one in a very short while, but perhaps that didn't matter at all. Regardless of everything else, at least there was space to move now, which was about all she wanted. "You do not like spoilers, but you do see the future do you not? That power seems contradictory to your preferences," said Artoria. If that was the case, maybe this world was finally paying him back for being such an annoyance. Ah, that would be nice, righteous justice against the meddling mage known as Merlin.
Jeanne's return led to more of Merlin's ramblings. He apparently thought that if he'd had a better alignment that he would have had trouble choosing who to guide. Little did he know, that Artoria wouldn't allow him anywhere near her younger sister apart from a moment like this. Or she might actually break every rule of chivalry to wipe out his existence as wholly as she could. Those eyes of hers narrowed as she considered it one of many options for such a turnout. "Queen of Saints sounds about right, we did always say you were one..." mentioned Artoria, which had her younger sister blush only slightly. "But that was different. That was for like running errands, administrating jobs, and making sure you had a kit to clean your gun. That was hardly the work of a saint," she said still seeming sheepish. "You have no idea how much of a saint that makes you," Artoria continued. In all honesty her younger sister was without a doubt the saint she was purported to be. Still Jeanne looked off into space before replying to Merlin with a gentle shake of her head. "The angels say there is no way you could guide me. They wouldn't allow it..." she said giving a curt nod. Of course, there was the matter of what she wanted to do now. Immediate ascension or something else first. "Hm, I do not want to go up immediately. I would rather have a core group of knights indoctrinated first, and..." she was speaking her two index fingers tapping each other as she looked at Artoria. Such a strange habit she managed to keep. "Eri-nee... would you take care of the extra? I don't want untrained and lacking knights ending up with us. And you were always better at that part than me," the girl said. Artoria looked at her younger sister as it clicked home what she was asking. The Queen of Saints started the Holy Knights, but she had no taste for the extra training nor dealing with all that came with reeling in a group of fighters. She wanted her sister to be the face of her organization, in the same way she and her elder sister had once been the face of their clan. A task they'd taken to leave her with the more personable public image. "Silly, you did not have to ask that. It is not like I would say no," she said giving the girl's head a gentle pat. "You want to take some time, pick a few for me to test? You are a better judge of people than you are giving yourself credit for. But after we can pitch it to my knights at Camelot?" Artoria offered her younger sister. If she wanted to come with her to her kingdom she was always welcome. But she figured knowing her sister had relieved a siege on her own, she might have a knight or two in mind of her own besides Artoria's personal picks. "Oui!~" Such would be how this group set out to collect the proper knights for the start of the Holy Knights.