It turned out that allowing herself to be summoned to Chaldea wasn't as terrible as Morgan feared. Yes there were downsides to being there, such as dealing with certain annoying members of the round table, damn dick wizard. But there were plenty of upsides. Discussing magic with other legendary practitioners, having the chance to repair things with her child and, of course, being surrounded by so many versions of her beloved sister. Oh it made her so happy to see them, even if the saber versions were distrusting of her. At least she had the lancer version to comfort her.
A loud and, frankly, obnoxous laugh broke Morgan out of her sister filled fantasys and it didn't take her long to figure out who it belonged to. That annoying king of heroes, and not the slightly more torable caster version. Normally she would avoid the arrogant archer, but a quick flash of familiar golden hair captured her attention instantly. In an instand, Morgan hid herself behind a corner to spy on the interaction between HER lancer and that golden fool.
While she was unable to hear what was being said, the witch was quite good at reading people by their actions. The arrogant fool was clearly bragging about something, probably himself, like always. Thankfully her sister didn't seem to be interested in what he was saying, good he didn't deserve her attention.
Speaking of not paying attention, Morgan was completely unaware of the strange looks she was getting those who passed by. Mordred covered her face from embarrassment and hurried away with Fran, Scathach nodded understandingly while carrying a huffing Medb on her shoulder, a chuckling Shuten who urges a confused Kintoki to speed past, and of course, a giddy Gudako and a concerned Mashu who stayed near to watch.
As the conversation was dragging on, Morgan was growing bored. Why couldn't the fool figure out that his efforts were wasted and just move on. She was about to leave when an unworthy hand dared to touch her sister's arm. Morgan's aura flared up with murderous intent and her grip on the wall increased to the point of cracking it. Death, that golden scum was going to die violently for daring to lay his hand on Artoria. Morgan would make him regret ever being summoned.
"And then, to my continued surprise, Enkidu prepared a traditional mesapotamian meal for us" Gilgamesh smiled fondly as he finished his story.
"It sounds like you both had quite the enjoyable evening" Normally Artoria would never have given the king of heroes a moment of her time, especially since it wasn't uncommon to find him attempting to seduce her saber self, but today she'd decided to humor him and found herself enjoying his tale.
Gil nodded while crossing his armors over his chest. "Indeed we did, even one as illustrious as I can say there are few things that compare to a meal prepared by a loved one"
Artoria rolled her eyes at his wording and, in doing so, spotted a familiar head of pale blonde hair. Allowing a small smile to slip through her normally stoic aura, she bids farwell to Gilgamesh. "It seems my queen is in need of my attention. Perhaps we can continue this another time"
Letting out a bark of a laugh, Gil smirks knowingly and waves her off. "So that's who has been sending such murderous intent in my direction. Very well, king of knights, this has been a most enjoyable conversation, until next time"
Walking away, Artoria quickly reached the corner her sister was, failing, to hide behind and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Come along, sister. I promised to spend the evening with you, did I not? Let us not waste any time then"
The murderous aura vanished in an instant and Morgan was all to happy to be led away by Artoria, but not before sending one more hate filled glare back in the direction of the smirking Gilgamesh. Oh yes, she would make him pay, but for now she was content with enjoying her dear sister's attention being focused solely on her once more.