It wasn’t known why Lancer was sent into this particular singularity but here she was, whether or not it was for the betterment of said singularity has yet to be seen.   “Why am I getting stuck with all of this stupid heavy lifting!?” Elizabeth whined at the orders she was given.  Something about clearing out an infestation of creatures that shouldn’t be, but of course she’d look for any chance to do the complete opposite.  “Hmm. . A much better use of my time would be singing obviously, maybe I can gauge some interest with the locals!?”  She was speaking to herself, rather loudly as well.

It was to be expected, of course. Considering how her reign had gone, it was only natural she would be secondary to an even greater pharaoh. Well, if she thought about it, Nitocris had done a far better job than her as well. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t get discouraged or down about it. 

Only when she was alone, of course. The assassin let out quite possibly one of the heaviest sighs she’d ever uttered as she sat down, closing her eyes. A brief moment alone to boost her spirits was all she needed, at least until she sensed another Servant and immediately tensed. But it wasn’t Ozymandias, so she relaxed once more, and resumed her public air. 

Who is this woman? Why is she so loud? Her cries are booming into the temple halls and shoving discomfort to the King of Kings. Ramesses couldn’t accuse Raikou of trespassing, for either Pharaoh Nitocris or Cleopatra might have welcomed her without his express permission. Her wailing is deafening and irritating. No one should be allowed to cause this much noise but him. Only the Great Pharaoh Ozymandias can be this legally loud.

“NITOCRIS! HOW DARE YOU PERMIT THIS FRUGAL WOMAN TO STEP INTO MY TEMPLE? TELL HER TO CEASE WITH HER TEARS OR I WILL MAKE HER!”