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"Where did this come from?" Asher seemed not to have reacted yet.
"Sister Morgan, what are you talking about?"
It was no wonder; at that moment, they had been suddenly attacked by enemies, so how could there be time to check if there were marks on one's neck?
Gazing at Morgan's icy eyes, Asher finally became alert.
He almost forgot—this person was the Goddess of Death, an unpredictable existence. He had nearly fallen under her charm just now.
Morgan Le Fay's finger stroked the faint mark on Asher's neck, her eyes seeming about to burst into flames.
But upon noticing the unusual look in Asher's eyes, she quickly sobered up, and her face returned to its usual calm smile.
"It's nothing, just a little joke with you." She sat back on the bed, adjusting her collar.
"You rest first, I have something to take care of."
So sudden?
Asher hesitated, then looked at the woman in front of him again, her face bearing a gentle smile.
"Regarding the traitor, I want to investigate it first. As for the mark... I'll transfer it to you in a couple of days."
Asher was stunned. "You already have clues about the traitor?"
"Mm... sort of." Morgan smiled. "Sleep, leave the rest to me."
As expected of Morgan, her performance was always mysterious. She actually had clues about the traitor so quickly?
Asher secretly admired Morgan's intelligence.
But he always felt that something about Morgan seemed off.
After watching Morgan Le Fay leave, Asher's gaze lingered on the spot where Morgan had disappeared, recalling her words and the place her finger had touched earlier.
The mark of the Goddess of Death... so, is this thing real or fake?!
He wasn't stupid, so he naturally couldn't fully believe Morgan's words, but what she said was indeed well-reasoned, and there was indeed a red mark on his chest.
As for whether it was the mark of the Goddess of Death, that remained unknown.
As he thought, Asher soon felt a wave of drowsiness. He slowly closed his eyes, secretly thinking: I hope I can meet Shishou when I fall asleep this time.
...Though it was basically impossible.
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Milo sat on the bed, humming a song, looking quite pleased with herself.
At this moment, the girl wore a thin pink nightgown. Her pink hair was casually draped over her back, large expanses of fair skin exposed to the air. Her two tender white feet playfully bumped against each other, like children playing a game.
"Finally truly close to King Arthur once. I heard he's not even sixteen yet, I didn't expect him to be so dominant." Milo lay on the bed, her head gently swaying.
Today, she left her mark on King Arthur's neck. Next time, it should be his turn to leave his mark on her body.
Achieving this wouldn't be difficult. She was very confident in her appearance, as seen from the gazes of the servants.
Oh, and her two brothers from before as well.
They were her brothers, yet they tried to lay hands on their sister—truly incomprehensible.
That father was also an old lecher, having desires for the children born to his mistresses—simply perverted.
But this just proved her beauty. If she wasn't very beautiful, she wouldn't attract so much attention.
A king so young—a slight temptation would probably make him fall for her. The only thing to worry about was how to get close to the king and be alone with him.
As long as she gave herself to him, she would have plenty of ways to control King Arthur.
However, it seemed she would have to endure a while longer.
"King Arthur..." Milo softly murmured the name, recalling what happened today, her face slowly flushing. Her slender, green-onion-like fingers slowly traced down her smooth thigh into her lower abdomen, while her other hand slowly caressed one of her proudly erect breasts, a slight gasp escaping her lips.
"I want to have Arthur so badly..."
"Arthur..." Her gasps gradually grew louder. Milo's toes slowly arched, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her skin, as she made alluring sounds.
"Arthur, Arthur..."
"Arthur, huh... Is that so? You probably don't know his name, do you?"
A sweet voice suddenly sounded beside her. She didn't know when the woman had stood beside Milo, observing her with a smile.
"To be shouting the name of a man you've known for less than half a month while doing such things, truly a promiscuous girl."
Milo awoke from the sweet atmosphere she had been immersed in, her fingers stopping their movements. She turned to look at the woman beside her.
"Princess Morgan?"
"Ah, don't mind me, please continue." Morgan Le Fay said with a smiling face, "Or I can help you."
"No need for your help, but I would be very grateful if you could call King Arthur to accompany me."
She licked her fingers, blinking her eyes: "After all, I'm very lonely at night by myself."
Morgan Le Fay narrowed her eyes. "So you want to find someone you've only known for a short while to accompany you?"
"Feelings can be cultivated slowly. No one says you can't do something pleasurable first and then cultivate feelings slowly."
Milo observed Morgan's expression, seeming to understand something. "How strange, I've never had any dealings with you, let alone threats. So, you're here because of King Arthur?"
"A very clever girl." Morgan Le Fay showed a surprised expression.
"So, the kiss mark on Arthur is yours?" Milo suddenly smiled. "I never thought King Uther's daughter would do such a thing to King Arthur. You're almost ten years older than King Arthur, aren't you? Why would you like such a boy?"
Morgan's eyes narrowed slightly, calmly appraising the girl in front of her.
"You seem very confident."
The other party was indeed very clever; otherwise, she wouldn't have become a tribal leader at such a young age.
Her appearance here was definitely unexpected by Milo, yet even so, Morgan remained calm.
"Are you angry, Princess Morgan?" Milo maintained her smile.
"Let me say this first—I am the leader of the tribe. If I die, you won't have an easy time explaining it to King Arthur."
She picked up a towel nearby to wipe her hands, walked to the window, turned to look at Morgan, smiling brightly.
"After all, that King is a very upright person. If he knew someone close to him was indiscriminately killing innocent people, even if he didn't dare say anything, he would have a grudge in his heart, wouldn't he?"
"And if I die, everyone will definitely suspect King Arthur. After all, the traitor incident happened during the day, and then I die at night... At that time, the King's position will also be shaken, and you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
Morgan still maintained a calm smile.
"So?"
"On the contrary, you should help me." Milo leaned against the wall, looking at Morgan. "If I become queen, I can definitely help King Arthur unite all the tribes for his use."
Milo's pupils widened slightly.
Blood splattered in front of her, strikingly visible even in the darkness.
"I think you misunderstood something from the beginning." Morgan still smiled sweetly, one hand pressing against the wall behind Milo, the other hand moving slowly over Milo's abdomen, leisurely, as if teasing her prey before devouring it.
She brought her mouth closer and whispered, "If I kill you, I'll claim the ones who did it were Sir Scott and Duke Bell. They are the traitors, and you knew about it, which is why they murdered you."
"How is that possible?!" Milo covered her right arm, staring at Morgan Le Fay. "The Knights of the Round Table won't believe such words; they will definitely investigate thoroughly!"
Morgan suddenly laughed.
"Don't worry, no one will object, because..."
"A small half of the Knights of the Round Table are on my side, and King Arthur... will also be mine."
"That child is very kind, so he doesn't like to say hurtful things, but I'm different."
Morgan Le Fay's finger slowly traced down Milo's fair neck, soon drawing a tiny line of blood, beads of blood oozing out.
"I know the things you've done, but I don't intend to meddle too much. Whether you designed to kill your father, or had someone kill your brother, I'm not interested in knowing."
"But don't let your filthy body defile my child. Even I have to be careful—what right do you have to kiss him?!"
Her fingernails sliced across Milo's face like sharp blades.
Amidst Milo's shrill screams, Morgan Le Fay's smile grew even wider.
It was a long time before Morgan stopped her movements.
She looked at the girl crouching on the ground, covering her face, and sighed softly.
"Actually, I really don't like doing this. I clearly swore to be a gentle big sister, so why are there always so many demons and monsters approaching him... They are truly lowly servants who completely fail to recognize their place."
She used her toe to lift Milo's chin, looking down at her from above.
"I never intended to follow the rules. Killing you would at most just lower my favorability with him a bit. Recognize the gap between yourself and King Arthur, and next time it won't be such a simple punishment, you lowly servant."
The wounds on Milo's face gradually healed back to their original state.
It wasn't her own ability, but Morgan had used some magic to make Milo's wounds heal quickly.
When Milo raised her head again, the look in her eyes toward Morgan Le Fay was filled with terror.
After all, she was just a girl under twenty.
Those stratagems and calculations might work against most people, but facing this woman who had experienced who knew how many deceptions, all her calculations seemed as childish as playing house.
"Oh, right, right, remember to clean up the blood on the floor, and also... I wasn't here today, you understand, right?"
Morgan Le Fay crouched down and asked, her tone incredibly cordial, as if discussing it with the other party.
Milo nodded, as if she had lost her soul.
Morgan stroked Milo's head.
"You're such a good child. Big sister likes obedient children the most. Get some good rest. I'll go find others now."
She had originally intended to ask the child Agravain for help, but since she was already out, she might as well resolve everything tonight.
"Tonight, let's purge all the traitors."
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