A good outcome for Artoria? Well, that would have been sleeping her designated eight hours and waking to do her training drills with no interruption. How strange was it that a man who thought to rape her decided that she was somehow wrong for how she chose to defend herself. The audacity of this man was frightening. Ah, but now there was Merlin, who was apparently just over Artoria's shoulder. "I pay plenty of attention Merlin, you have not been in my immediate vicinity in quite some time," ah the mage spoke but he had no real information to offer. He claimed not to know, but when he made such claims in moments like these it was usually him being meddlesome. Strange though it was, he was remarkably missing when she was fighting off fourteen rapists in her room earlier. Would she blame him for that though... no. Not right at the moment, but she was barely holding on to what was left of her psyche. She almost needed to kill something and it was a very dangerous position Merlin was placing himself in right at the moment. Even if he didn't think she would kill him, her closeness to mental break might make her try. The grip on the hilt of her sword remained the way it was, but those eyes that shifted to Merlin showed several things and none of them good. "I expect that you know a lot Merlin," she mentioned withholding what was left of her attitude. The part of her hidden speech that would have ended in a blind rage that would consume half of Camelot before it was quelled. Yes, she would hold that part back, even as that fury ate away at her inside."I already know where they came from, I am asking who sent them..." she said very carefully. The Queen Artoria was holding on to her inhuman image so hard right now it was breaking pieces of her soul. "If you will not say, do not infantilize me," Artoria's words were quiet, careful and calm. But her eyes were losing more and more light by the moment. 'If this one won't talk, I could just remove his head and wait for the next batch. Eventually someone will tell me what I need to know...' Oh, her brain was switching straight to murder mode. Well, that wasn't true exactly, her brain hadn't left murder mode, not since these men had entered her bedroom. She'd avoided murdering this man for information, but if he had none to give, then the sentence would be death. White noise was in her ears and nothing but absolute fury in her heart, but she was stilling it with every breath. Artoria was preparing to kill with every beat of her heart. Beginning the steps towards playing judge, jury and executioner. She didn't need witnesses, she'd been there so there was only one thing left to check and if there was only clarity she would mete out this punishment with nothing to tarnish her honor. She cared not about her conscience. "Is he bewitched?" that was the last question she would ask Merlin. That was simple enough for him, and he should know by now, why Artoria would ask such a question.