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"But wouldn't doing this make me seem a bit too much like a loser dog?"
Morgan stroked Asher's hair, murmuring to herself.
Logically, Asher should be in love with his Shishou, yet unable to forget the physical pleasure brought by Sister Morgan in reality.
Immersed in a deep sense of guilt, yet unable to forget such pleasure.
...That should be the script.
Doing something to him secretly now, she felt like a golden retriever who lost the fight.
Morgan Le Fay thought it over and finally sighed, "Never mind. Just this once, I'll reluctantly give her a chance to see her apprentice. After all, I did promise him."
Sister Morgan is very good at keeping promises... Asher must still see her in this light. To avoid tarnishing that image, she'd just have to let Scathach have this one.
Morgan raised a finger and snapped.
Space seemed to twist, like countless whirlpools swirling in the room. The surrounding vision became somewhat blurred, as if a layer of mist shrouded her eyes.
Slowly, Asher felt his vision return to clarity, and he looked at the woman in front of him.
"Shishou."
Asher said, then walked forward.
Scathach was still looking around in confusion. Hearing Asher's words, she looked up with a hint of surprise, a subtle smile on her face.
She really didn't expect that Morgan, that woman, was just purely tricking her apprentice, but she actually let him come to see her.
Should she say she was at ease, or foolish?
Scathach gently patted the seat beside her, "Sit here and let's chat."
"Mm," Asher nodded and walked forward.
---
"You look well today."
The next morning, when Asher opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Artoria. The morning light shone on her, making the girl's small face appear even more radiant.
Asher was no longer as surprised as he initially was to see Artoria first thing in the morning. After all, this Aho-King wanted to grow up quickly, so she now went to bed early and woke up early every day.
"Did something good happen?" Artoria then asked.
From initially being mostly unconcerned about her surroundings to now actively asking about things, Lily has changed quite a lot...
Asher couldn't help but sigh inwardly, smiling as he said, "I saw Shishou yesterday."
"Miss Scathach... No wonder," Artoria's eyes slightly enlightened. Only then did she understand Asher's thoughts.
No wonder he was in such a good mood today. So he saw Scathach again?
"Keep up the good work today too, Lily," Asher said with a smile.
He was in a truly excellent mood today. Indeed, seeing his Shishou and sister was essential to maintaining a good mood.
It was a pity Morgan said this method consumed too much magical energy, otherwise, he could have asked Sister Morgan to arrange it every night... In that case, he felt there wouldn't be much difference between Britain and the Land of Shadows.
Thinking this, Asher couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.
Even the Goddess of Death thought that this ability consumed a lot of magical energy, so it must be a considerably difficult magic.
"Let's go," At that moment, Artoria's voice pulled Asher back to reality.
She extended her hand, a soft smile on her face, "We must work hard today too."
"Mm," Asher reached out his hand.
---
Two days later, exciting news came from King Leodegrace: the army he led had captured a territory occupied by foreigners.
"I didn't expect it to be Guinevere's father who would set an example first," Asher was slightly surprised by this. He had long heard that king was quite aloof, and he didn't expect him to actively attack a territory.
"Probably because of his daughter," Morgan Le Fay said, sitting nearby, and chuckled softly. "That king dotes on his daughter very much. He's probably planning to use this territory as a future dowry or something."
"That's a bit too exaggerated, isn't it?" Asher couldn't help but murmur.
He had said before that any territory taken by the people of Great Britain could be given to that person as a reward, with him retaining higher authority, of course.
"Exaggerated?" Morgan Le Fay glanced at Asher. "It's not exaggerated if the other party is playing a bigger game."
"A bigger game?" Asher repeated.
"Yes, he wants something better. I said it before, he dotes on his daughter very much," Morgan Le Fay paused slightly. "Do you think he's a fool? He's left his daughter here for almost a month, yet he hasn't let her return. Why do you think that is?"
"He's playing a big game," Morgan Le Fay said, walking up to Asher, who was still somewhat bewildered.
"Princess Guinevere is a renowned beauty in Britain. Frankly, even I'm a bit smitten when I see her, let alone some inexperienced children?"
"Don't you agree?" Morgan Le Fay asked with a smile.
"Why are you looking at me when you say that..." Asher averted Morgan Le Fay's gaze, feeling a little guilty.
"But no matter how beautiful, she's still just a little girl. To develop well, she'll need at least a few more years, right?" Morgan Le Fay gently stroked Asher's face.
"And even after a few more years of development, she might not be as beautiful as I am."
"What do you think?" Morgan Le Fay asked.
"Of course, Sister Morgan is more beautiful," Asher answered without hesitation.
It was still difficult to choose between Scathach and Morgan Le Fay, but now it was just him and Morgan in the hall, so there was no need to worry about Guinevere overhearing.
"Very good, very good, you're a truly honest and good child," Morgan Le Fay's brows relaxed.
Asher's praise made her feel much happier than anyone else's.
"Specifically, what do you find beautiful?" Morgan then asked.
"..." Asher, after a brief silence, helplessly turned to look at Morgan Le Fay.
"Can you stop asking such questions, Sister Morgan?"
Seeing Asher's helpless expression, Morgan Le Fay's lips curved faintly.
"Does that mean everything is beautiful?"
Does this woman really not feel shy at all...?
"What? Do you have an issue with what I just said?" Morgan asked gently.
"No, Sister Morgan is beautiful," Asher quickly shook his head.
"So honest. Indeed, honesty is a knight's virtue," Morgan's mood improved even further.
"Which part do you think is more beautiful?"
As she spoke, her eyes were playful, and she tilted her head slightly. Her lustrous golden hair gently slid to her shoulder, subtly revealing her fair, alluring neck.
"It's the lips, right?" Morgan Le Fay brought her cheek closer to Asher's face and asked.
Asher gazed into those beautiful eyes, and Morgan's alluring, parting lips, his gaze involuntarily deeply drawn. After gazing for a long time, Morgan slowly leaned closer.
Asher seemed to realize Morgan Le Fay's intention. His mind felt hazy, and Morgan Le Fay's image was reflected in his eyes. His lips moved closer, and the two pairs of lips were about to touch.
"Princess Morgan... King Arthur."
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the hall, bringing Asher's movements to a halt.
He startled from his previous state and quickly sat back up.
Morgan Le Fay's expression was slightly displeased. She turned to look at Agravain, who had entered the hall, frowning and coldly asking, "Is something wrong?"
Agravain hesitated. Although he didn't understand why his mother's attitude was worse than before, he still, sticking to the principle of doing his duty, said, "King Leodegrace has taken a territory. Should we, according to the previous agreement, hand over the territory to him?"
"Of course. After this, I will give him the Grand Knight's Emblem and that territory, in front of everyone else," Asher nodded, having fully recovered from his previous state.
That was close... If Agravain hadn't come in time, he would have almost succumbed to the temptation.
But it feels a bit regrettable...
As Asher breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little regret in his heart.
"Is there anything else?" Morgan Le Fay asked.
She swept her eyes over Agravain impatiently. Such a cold gaze, let alone Agravain, even ordinary people would probably have noticed.
Agravain looked at Morgan with some confusion.
Why... why is Mother in such a bad mood today?
Did something happen?
No... The reason Mother is so angry is probably because she feels I haven't done my job properly? After all, King Leodegrace has had the territory for so long, and he's only just now reporting it.
Perhaps Mother thinks his work is a bit careless?
Thinking this, Agravain composed himself and calmly said, "I've been busy with state affairs just now, which is why the message came late. I apologize."
"It's fine, it's fine. You've worked hard, Lord Agravain," Asher replied amiably.
Agravain's usually stern expression softened slightly. He couldn't help but feel touched by Arthur's magnanimity.
Amidst his gratitude, Agravain suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Arthur, there's one more thing you might need to handle later."
Although most state affairs could be handled by him, the final implementation of some plans still required Asher's ultimate review and confirmation.
"I understand," Asher nodded. "I'll be right there."
Agravain nodded slightly, subconsciously glancing at Morgan Le Fay beside him.
Morgan Le Fay's narrow, beautiful eyes held a chilling gaze that seemed to freeze people, her azure eyes devoid of emotion, coldly staring at Agravain, her gaze filled with murderous intent.
Why...?
Is there still something I haven't done well enough?
Agravain's face was expressionless, but in Morgan's gaze, his heart was like a stormy sea.
Why was Mother looking at him with such murderous eyes?
Undoubtedly, Mother had absolutely intended to kill just now.
It wasn't his first time accompanying Morgan; he could clearly sense Morgan Le Fay's killing intent.
Was there something he missed or didn't do properly?
Though inwardly puzzled, Agravain still didn't dare to ask more and turned to leave the hall.
Morgan Le Fay looked deeply at Agravain's disappearing back. Only after he had left did the cold murderous intent that had permeated the air slowly recede.
Asher suddenly shivered, unconsciously rubbing his arm.
"Are you cold?"
Morgan retracted her gaze and turned to Asher, asking with concern.
"I suddenly felt a bit cold just now... I feel much better now," Asher said, rubbing his arm.
He always felt that shortly after Agravain came in, an extremely terrifying coldness suddenly enveloped the surroundings. This coldness wasn't directed at him, but it still made him feel an intense pressure.
Morgan reached out and took Asher's hand, half-squatting beside him, helping to rub Asher's hand, "It's alright. No matter what happens, sister will protect you, so rest assured."
"I'm not a child anymore; I can handle most things myself," Asher said, shaking his head helplessly, but he didn't pull away from Morgan's hand.
Even though Morgan's hand was also cold, for some reason, Asher felt it to be incredibly warm, so much so that he couldn't bear to let go of her hand.
"Yes, yes, yes. You can handle most things, and sister will clear any minor obstacles for you," Morgan Le Fay showed a breaking-ice smile.
"Thank you."
"If you want to thank me that much, then give yourself to me later," Morgan said with a faint smile.
Asher pretended not to hear, and stood up under Morgan's gaze.
"Is something wrong?" Morgan Le Fay asked, puzzled.
"I still have to handle what Agravain just mentioned," Asher said. "Sister Morgan, you can rest here alone for now."
Morgan Le Fay's previous smile faded a bit. "You can temporarily not go. Reviewing those things won't take much time."
"But..." Asher hesitated, but seeing Morgan's obvious displeasure, he sat back down.
"That's better," Morgan Le Fay's brows relaxed considerably, and the smile on her face softened a lot. She gently stroked Asher's head.
"Sister likes obedient children the most."
Asher sat on the throne, yet he was still somewhat absent-minded. It wasn't that he was eager to deal with the things Agravain had mentioned earlier, but rather that something was stuck in his mind and felt very uncomfortable, and he wanted to get it done as soon as possible.
Asher glanced at Morgan again.
But Sister Morgan here...
Never mind, he'd go later. A little bit of time wouldn't make a difference.
Asher sighed inwardly, still sitting on the throne and chatting with Morgan.
"King Arthur, Princess Morgan."
But not long after, another person entered the hall.
Morgan Le Fay subtly frowned, her eyes filled with unconcealed murderous intent, as she looked up at Gawain, who had walked into the hall.
Asher also looked up at the newcomer, "Lord Gawain, is something wrong?"
After Gawain entered the hall, he glanced at Asher, then at Morgan beside him. He was about to speak, but seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere. He remained silent for a moment, then a sunny, straightforward smile appeared on his face.
"No, it's nothing important. We can talk about it later."
After speaking, Gawain turned and left the hall.
Morgan Le Fay merely looked at Gawain's departing back calmly, nodded lightly with satisfaction, and sat beside Asher, placing one hand on Asher's hand.
Asher, however, was somewhat bewildered.
He really couldn't understand Lord Gawain's thoughts. Why did he come and then leave immediately?
---
That night, in the backyard.
Agravain stood before Morgan Le Fay, remaining silent.
He wanted to ask Morgan why she had emitted such murderous intent today, but his intuition told him not to ask his mother that question.
Moreover, he had already told Gawain that afternoon that if he didn't want to anger Mother, he just shouldn't mention anything about Arthur.
But this only made Agravain even more confused.
Didn't Mother seem to like Arthur quite a bit? Why couldn't he mention Arthur's affairs?
However, Agravain didn't believe Morgan's so-called affection was genuine affection. It was probably just that Arthur had a lot of utilitarian value, which was why she treated him so well.
Once Arthur had no more utilitarian value, or if Mother lost interest in him, he would immediately be kicked aside and reduced to a tool, obeying her commands.
That woman was such a person; otherwise, she wouldn't be called a witch.
"Mother, is there anything else you need me for?" Agravain broke the silence, asking expressionlessly.
"Have the three foreigners been dealt with?" Morgan Le Fay turned to look at Agravain.
Perhaps it was Agravain's imagination, but he felt that Morgan's gaze at him was much colder than usual.
"Not yet... Didn't you say earlier that we needed to confirm if they had any other information? So, we had them interrogated for a while longer. Someone will take action after this—"
"Go now," Morgan interrupted flatly.
"Now?" Agravain was startled.
Did the three foreigners have some significant secret, or was someone trying to rescue them, which was why Mother was so anxious for him to go?
Frankly, as a knight, Agravain was already extremely disgusted with this kind of killing work, but Morgan always made him do such things.
However, since King Arthur took office, such work had decreased significantly. Agravain even thought that perhaps King Arthur had reformed Mother, feeling a small sense of relief in his heart, thinking that in the future, he could let his subordinates handle this kind of killing work.
But he didn't expect Mother to bring it up again tonight.
"Yes, go now," Morgan said calmly.
"It only takes half an hour to get from here to the foreign prison. If you think you won't make it in time, don't come back tonight."
Agravain hesitated slightly, "Why the rush?"
Even if she ordered him to go and kill the foreigners now, there should at least be a reason, right?
Even the Knights of the Round Table needed rest.
"Why the rush for you to go now... Is that what you mean?" Morgan smiled, turning to look at Agravain.
"You want me to give you a reason?"
Agravain remained silent, but the look in his eyes towards Morgan Le Fay conveyed his meaning.
"I could have f***ed him today," Morgan Le Fay said faintly.
If Agravain hadn't come today, that child probably wouldn't have been able to control himself, after all, she had specially dressed herself so alluringly. Let alone men, even girls would probably fall deeply for it.
Actually, Morgan didn't consider that much at first; ultimately, it was just going with the flow, but she didn't expect it to almost happen.
But then it was interrupted by someone who didn't understand the mood.
"What do you mean?" Agravain frowned slightly, not understanding Morgan's words.
Morgan finally lost patience speaking to this man. Her magical energy suddenly burst forth, engulfing the surroundings. Countless wind blades seemed to surge towards Agravain in the air.
Agravain desperately dodged several wind blades, but as the wind blade attack ended, two streaks of crimson blood still seeped from his cheek.
"It means... you deserved it."
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