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A crow and an owl — is there a difference?
Although he wanted to say so, he decided against it. No need to quibble over names with Sister Morgan.
He was King Arthur, after all, and almost sixteen. He needed to be more mature.
Hmm… starting with his usual words and actions.
"You seem very unconvinced by what Older Sister just said?" Morgan le Fay said, teasingly poking Asher's waist with a smile in her eyes.
To prevent Asher from moving, she grabbed his waist with one hand and attacked with the other. Asher was completely unable to resist.
"I'm convinced, if you say crow, then it's a crow, alright?!" Asher desperately tried to evade Morgan le Fay's attacks, but it was completely in vain. He was continuously tickled by Morgan le Fay, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Artoria, not far away, noticed the two people behind her playfully wrestling and walked towards them.
"Imperial Sister… and Asher? What are you doing here?"
A hint of confusion appeared in Artoria's eyes.
In the middle of the night, two people appeared in the garden, and their posture looked quite ambiguous. Morgan had one hand on Asher's waist, while the other was poking his side.
No, it wasn't just the posture. She had never seen Imperial Sister wear such a happy smile before.
However, that smile quickly faded. Morgan le Fay quickly returned to her usual elegance.
Asher couldn't help but express his deep gratitude for Artoria's timely appearance. If it weren't for her, he would probably still be in a state of torment right now.
As expected of my court steward. Her usual observation of changes in those around her really is useful!
It wasn't in vain that he trained for so long every day.
Thinking of this, Asher suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Lily, why are you still training so late today?"
Could it be that she usually trained late into the night every day?
Was this a lingering effect from her past training?
Artoria shook her head. "I couldn't sleep much today, so I came out to train a bit."
As expected of Lily. Even after fighting him all afternoon today, she still had the energy to train at night. Truly amazing.
Asher couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"What about you two?" Artoria asked, confused.
"I just happened to bump into your Imperial Sister in the garden, and then we accidentally started playing around," Asher said, glancing at Morgan le Fay, who had released him.
Although she didn't speak, Morgan le Fay was also looking at Asher at this moment, smiling. She seemed as amiable as could be, yet she exuded a terrifying oppressive aura.
"Your Imperial Sister probably couldn't sleep at night either, so she came out for a walk and just happened to bump into you," Asher quickly added.
The oppressive feeling that had lingered briefly quietly dissipated. When Asher looked at Morgan again, although she still wore a smile, the previous oppressive feeling was gone.
He truly couldn't understand this goddess. Even if Lily knew her Imperial Sister was a pervert who coveted her sister's beauty, it probably wouldn't matter… probably.
"It's so late, it's better to rest early. You want to grow and develop healthily, right, Lily?" Morgan le Fay gently stroked Artoria's head, her tone soft.
"Mhm." Artoria nodded lightly.
Asher looked left and right: Artoria, who was bowing her head to receive the "head pat," and Morgan le Fay, whose eyes were soft.
Lily suddenly being so obedient? It seems she's still concerned about her physical development?
"…So Lily cares about these things too," Asher muttered.
Seems to have heard Asher's words, Artoria turned to look at Asher, "Soon you'll be calling me older sister."
Asher: "???"
"In another year, you'll definitely see me in a new light," Artoria said with great confidence, her tone incredibly firm.
So the starting point was flawed from the beginning, wasn't it?!
Why can you be my older sister just because you developed perfectly?
I treat you as my younger sister, but you want to ride over my head?
"Keep up the good work. When your figure and height can rival Older Sister's, Asher will obediently call you Older Sister too," Morgan said with a smile.
So it was this goddess who was behind all this mischief?
Asher's mouth slightly opened, about to speak, but Morgan gave him a look.
The meaning was very clear.
Dare to say one more word… Undoubtedly, that was the meaning of her gaze just now.
Although he didn't think this goddess would kill him, he always felt that if Morgan le Fay were to take revenge, her methods would undoubtedly be bizarre and countless.
So, Asher still closed his mouth.
It wasn't until he watched Artoria's figure disappear that Asher walked through the garden with Morgan le Fay.
The weather was slightly cool, and the moonlight was hazy.
"It was at a similar time, I saw Lily training late at night, so I told her then that early to bed and early to rise makes for healthy development," Morgan suddenly said.
"Guess what Lily said then?"
Asher remained silent, just listening to Morgan le Fay continue.
"Lily wasn't very concerned about her development, so at that time, I asked her if she wanted to be Asher's older sister instead of his younger sister."
"Then she nodded?" Asher asked.
Morgan le Fay smiled and nodded.
Asher: "…"
"So, for Lily's healthy growth, and for your own future happy life, you'll just have to make a little sacrifice, won't you?" Morgan le Fay sounded very pleased as she finished speaking.
Asher rolled his eyes. "Why do I have to call her older sister when Lily develops? It's not like I can't develop…"
As he finished speaking, Asher felt a little uncertain.
He didn't know if he could still develop.
"This is just a way to keep Lily from training late at night again," Morgan le Fay said with a smile.
"But that's still strange, isn't it? If what you say is true, then if I grow taller in the future, wouldn't you have to call me older brother?" Asher complained.
Older brother?
Morgan le Fay froze.
This child's imagination is truly rich.
"Older brother~" Morgan le Fay cooed.
Asher's body instantly broke out in countless goosebumps. He almost stumbled and fell, then rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Please, don't talk like that anymore, Sister Morgan."
"Honestly, I'm getting goosebumps myself," Morgan le Fay sighed.
"It seems the pure girl-next-door routine doesn't quite suit me."
"A pure girl-next-door wouldn't coo like that…" Asher coughed twice. "If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest too."
"Go on," Morgan looked at Asher with a smile. As he turned, her gaze softened as she watched his back.
As if remembering something, Asher suddenly turned around: "By the way, Sister Morgan, you promised me before that you'd let me see Shishou again these next few days, right?"
Morgan's smile stiffened slightly. One hand was hidden behind her back, her fingernails unconsciously digging into her palm, but she still maintained a smile. "Of course, my word is my bond. I'll arrange it within these two weeks. After all, this is a very mana-intensive ability."
As expected, a goddess is a goddess. Even if she usually acts frivolous, she still keeps her promises.
Asher was still very reassured by Morgan's words. Although Morgan usually appeared very casual, she was quite trustworthy, and she would basically fulfill what she promised him.
It wasn't until Asher's figure disappeared from sight that Morgan le Fay withdrew her gaze and whispered to the empty darkness, "Agravain."
From the darkness, a man in knight's armor emerged, his head slightly bowed.
"Those two tribal leaders, I want their death news within these three days," Morgan le Fay said expressionlessly. The blood from her palm dripped down her fingers, but in almost a second, the wound slowly began to scab until it healed.
Agravain hesitated but remained silent.
"What's wrong? Do you think this arrangement is inappropriate?" Morgan turned to look at Agravain.
"I'm afraid… it might be difficult," Agravain whispered. "Since the day of the ball, those two tribal leaders have increased the number of guards around them. If we forcibly kill them, I'm afraid news of King Arthur killing tribal leaders will spread throughout Camelot the very next day."
"So, those two were already prepared?" Morgan le Fay narrowed her eyes, her original smile already gone.
"Do you have any opinion, Gawain?" Morgan le Fay didn't turn around, but she had already sensed another person emerge from the darkness.
"My suggestion is to act according to King Arthur's methods. While I can understand your thoughts, if Arthur later finds out that you privately killed those two tribal leaders, I'm afraid there will be an unerasable rift between you two," Gawain replied seriously, his usual smile also gone from his face.
"And by keeping those two under surveillance, we can at least ensure that no more information is leaked. That's enough, isn't it?"
Morgan glanced at Gawain. "You're really siding with Arthur."
"Because we have to consider the interests of Britain, we naturally have to prioritize whether Arthur's approach is correct," Gawain said with a smile. "On this matter, I support Arthur's approach."
"You seem to be in a bad mood?" Gawain noticed a hint of anger in Morgan's cold expression.
Morgan merely gave Gawain a cold look. "None of your business."
Gawain didn't press the topic further. "Do you want to kill those two according to your previous order, or temporarily leave them alone?"
Morgan's eyes flickered as she fell into brief contemplation.
Indeed, being able to restrict those two's movements for now was enough. Eventually, they would expose themselves, and if all else failed, killing them then wouldn't matter.
After all, it wasn't worth risking herself for two small fries and doing something that might lower Asher's favorability.
"What about the three captured foreign races?" Agravain asked again.
"If there's no other valuable information, kill them," Morgan said faintly.
With that, she stepped out of the garden and quickly disappeared from their sight.
"She looks quite upset," Gawain said, looking at Morgan's disappearing back. "Did something happen?"
"I don't know," Agravain shook his head.
However, for that woman, who was always so calm, to show such terrifying killing intent, she must have encountered a very strong enemy.
…
Time passed quickly; a week went by in the blink of an eye.
During this week, a piece of news was spreading throughout Camelot Royal City.
"According to King Arthur's message, the foreign races are our common great enemy. King Arthur will implement a merit system. For every foreign race killed, merit can be obtained, which can be exchanged for various supplies. If a territory can be conquered, one will be promoted to duke, granted the Grand Knight's Badge personally bestowed by King Arthur, awarded a manor, and given the qualification to join the Knights of the Round Table!"
The Knights of the Round Table had a total of 150 slots, and currently only a few seats remained among the core twelve Knights of the Round Table. Such rewards could make countless people envious.
The tribal leaders understood Asher's meaning. This was a call for them to take a stance: whether to truly serve him, or to stand by idly and wait for their turn after the foreign races were expelled.
This was King Arthur's last chance for them. As for conquering territory, although it was difficult, the foreign races had retreated into one territory. Now was arguably the best time to earn merit. Once missed, it would be too late to join the battlefield later.
"After that, we'll wait for the tribes' reaction."
On the very evening the news was released, Asher impatiently lay in bed, filled with anticipation, so much so that he was distracted while chatting with Artoria.
This also made Artoria quite displeased at the time, believing that Asher was being perfunctory with her. However, upon learning that he was only being perfunctory because he would soon see his Shishou, she understood Asher, but her gaze at him also showed a hint of helplessness, like an older sister looking helplessly at her doting younger brother.
This also left Asher quite speechless at the time. Despite being younger than him, why did she always want to be an older sister?
"Focus on sleeping, focus on sleeping…"
Asher repeated silently in his mind, then closed his eyes.
As long as he fell asleep now, he would immediately see Shishou. Morgan had already told him today that she would arrange for them to meet after he fell asleep.
However, after closing his eyes for over half an hour, Asher still couldn't feel any sleepiness.
Normally, he should have been asleep by now, but perhaps because he was too excited tonight, he couldn't fall asleep.
At this point, he needed to find someone to help him, to sleep in a physical way…
But Lily was probably already asleep at this hour.
Since that night, after Morgan le Fay reminded Artoria to rest early again, she hadn't trained in the garden late at night anymore. It seemed she was truly determined to grow up and become Asher's older sister.
"Go find Sir Milo…? No, I just feel like something bad would happen if I went to her." Asher quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea after mumbling to himself.
"Sister Morgan?" Asher couldn't help but wonder.
After all, Sister Morgan was responsible for letting him see Shishou, so she should still be awake, right?
Thinking this, Asher was about to get out of bed, but as soon as he turned, he met a pair of sacred blue eyes.
"Good evening."
"Good evening… Not! Why are you in my bed?"
Asher moved back, but his gaze couldn't help but shift to the woman's chest.
Although he wanted to be a gentleman, her current attire was simply too alluring.
"Because I felt you needed a little help, so I came to help you," Morgan le Fay said with a smile, raising her hand.
Thump.
A muffled thud.
Asher fell straight back, and Morgan took the opportunity to embrace him.
Before losing consciousness, Asher had only one thought.
Tomorrow, he absolutely had to tell Morgan to be gentler next time…
Morgan le Fay lowered her head, staring at the unconscious Asher in her arms, her eyes flickering.
She felt it was a bit of a loss to let him meet Scathach just like that…
Should she do something?
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