The long pause was something Ba'al was unused to, though he wasn't sure how Saber, or King Arthur, that is, would react to the news he had presented. Given that he had never met Arthur in person in his reality, he couldn't gauge her feelings on the subject, and the knight did a decent job of hiding her emotions on the subject, for the most part. Still, when her response did come, it seemed he had hit some soft spot in her armor, some nerve, or just some emotion.

"Indeed, though I hope it isn't a problem that the Camelot where I come from isn't in England, or Albion as it might be called," he replied, that still smug, bemused smirk present. "Where I come from it happens to be on another planet, one of dozens of almost idyllic medieval societies scattered throughout the galaxy."

Then a shrug. "As for yourself, well, you vanished from history, leaving behind different variations of legends. Though there are two major differences I find, which relates mostly to your fate. On Earth, they say that King Arthur died after the battle at Camlann against Mordred, and was laid to rest in Avalon, form whence he would return to take up the throne again. On Camelot though, they say that you survived Camlann, returned, and then went to journey for a powerful weapon called the Sangraal. They also believe that Merlin was a devious trickster." That earned a widening of his grin. "Given what I had to go to to find this weapon Merlin created, I would not fault them that belief."