[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

The Saber turned around on hearing the laughter, sure there was [i]something[/i] familiar about it--and wanting to reprimand whoever it was that didn't even swallow their drink first. But on seeing who it was, the knight [i]almost[/i] dropped the snacks. Almost, but not quite--because his first impression of who was there would have been quite irate about the wasted food. What he [i]did[/i] do was drop the supernatural blandness, his features becoming more distinct and recognisable.

"Ah, your majesty, I thought we were supposed to meet later--wait..." he started, trailing off and looking confused. It was almost right; the face and eyes were the same, without the armour and heavy clothing from Camelot they were definitely female... but the air around them wasn't the same. There was no kingly attitude, the hair was too messy, and they were wearing far more red than Artoria was liable to.

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[h2]Gilgamesh[/h2]

Lounging on a sofa with a glass of wine, the King of Heroes radiated a feeling of idle, unearned wealth. Even summoned with nothing, it was impossible for him to remain destitute for long--in a matter of days, some fortuitous change and a lottery ticket had catapulted him to a comfortable living standard, and the stock market had done the rest. It was convenient how quickly modern humanity allowed him to acquire wealth.

Though a good part of that had simply been reacquiring all of his holdings from Fuyuki.

Normally, he would have no interest in a teacher, whether a magic user or not, but there were loose ends from his last summoning around... perhaps this was one of them. To ensure that his mercy was still deserved. "What is the name of this teacher?"