Siduri took note of the king's words. Was this truly what the Queen of Knights intended? She'd heard the woman was upset, heard she'd suffered an attempted attack at the hands of a certain vengeful goddess but she'd never expected someone so different, so very human to take on such a task. Cutting off the temple of a God or Goddess was a real way to end their power. With no where to go to, they'd have to migrate or be weakened in Celestia for some time to come. Artoria Pendragon, the blonde haired girl with a face most angelic planned to commit acts of sacrilege no one else had dared. Something about that as an ideal resonated within Siduri. Only a small smirk appeared on her face, beneath her veil, "Of course my King. It shall be done."
Artoria was not a rambunctious child by any means. Instead she was Queen and a woman. She'd decided weeks ago, that no god who allowed such depravity in their ranks deserved worship. She'd decided the goddess who perpetuated the rape of a virgin Queen over a man that woman barely understood, could not call herself a woman, much less one for worship. No. Artoria took unto herself what she always would, responsibility for the state of the world. Just as she'd wrested Albion from the hands of a Usurper, she'd pull mankind from the clutches of false deities. Those who did right by their people, she had no qualms with. The Pharaohs in Egypt were gods incarnate and they were fine individuals. Even Gilgamesh himself, two-thirds a divinity had shown more tact. No. The Queen of Knights had just the word no, to utter in response to atrocities, like the goddess Ishtar. She walked the countryside on her way back down, entering first into the temple of Ishtar. She ushered everyone out of said temple and then stood outside of it. That golden light raised high above her head as she charged a weapon. People would stay by awestruck as the cries were heard. "EX-CALIBUR!" the whole of a temple would crash down in its wake, leaving nothing but rubble behind. Each and everyone one she saw she took the same actions too, sparing disrespect based on their stories. The Crone, The Smith, The Stranger and the Mother, were headed by those with sense and those without absolute failure etched into their stories. But, she still could not allow one temple to stand. No, she took them all down and at the end of four days, she approached the chill of Camelot with a smile on her face having taken the realest step to freeing mankind. She had only a decades time to prepare for the next Holy Grail War. And so she would prepare.