A small smirk appeared on the face of Artoria. She knew the parentage of future niece or nephew. Ah... but that mattered very little in the grand scheme of things. If Charlemagne wasn't ready to clear up the misunderstanding she wouldn't be the one to out him. One knight to another he deserved that much respect at least. As for what he needed to do when he returned to Egypt, Nitocris could only agree. "Do not be too hard on Moses... he can not fully understand the gravity of the situation," Nitocris reminded the man. Their childhood friend had indeed been the one most likely to be influenced by the father god and that one's actions were callous and unwieldy.
"Two years is not so long in this life, still..." Nitocris looked at this group of young people and worried just a bit. Every life had its trials... still they seemed to be on their way directly to rather complicated future. She also hadn't missed the sheepishness of Charlemagne, she knew guilt when she saw it. The potential assimilation of Charlemagne only compounded the issues, "Assimilation? Bloody hell, you really can't catch a break when the old gods of this world go bad," Nitocris murmured. Still she understood the necessity of this calling now and could without grudge sit aside her libido to make sure they would know what happened.
Beyond this there was a call and golden light. The Queen of Saints was to be brought forth. Of course, that one would answer the call of the Pharaohs, the same way she'd answer the call of her siblings or Gilgamesh, though her current status made her very different from the time when she was declared such. She appeared from the dungeon she'd been in, clad in a little black dress and unarmored as it wasn't currently her time to fight. Even so... she seemed to have something to say as long light blonde locks trailed down her back. "Oi oi, I didn't know this was going to become a regular thing... that's hardly a fitting title for me if you haven't noticed~" she claimed to both the Pharaohs, "Still, great to see ya'," she managed only to have a sudden shiver which made her weapon manifest in her hand as she turned around quickly her eyes darted around the new city scape and landed upon Charlemagne. "Oh... sorry, Chuck," she managed the weapon disappearing in the immediate seconds after she realized she wasn't being sated once more. "Saku, Jelly... Eri-nee, what's going on here?" she asked seemingly relaxed enough. "Wait, before that since I'm here... come on..." she held up her hand expecting a drink from the Nexus to be supplied for her as she moved to sit with her sister.