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Asher opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the pink ceiling.
So stuffy...
Asher glanced at Morgan Le Fay beside him. Although the soft touch of her skin was intoxicating, Morgan Le Fay was holding him so tightly that he felt a little difficulty breathing. The sweet scent filled his nostrils, and his previously muddled mind immediately cleared up. Asher tried to get out of bed, but Morgan Le Fay had no intention of letting go.
Why could Sister Morgan sleep for so long? Or was she actually very tired last night too? Asher observed Morgan Le Fay's sleeping posture.
She was only covered by a single blanket, and her sleeping face looked tranquil and gentle. Should he wake her up? Asher gazed at Morgan Le Fay's sleeping face, hesitating. Last night, being teased by the red wine and Morgan's words, he had forgotten a very important thing, which he only just remembered. Lily almost always waited for him in his room early in the morning every day.
If Lily entered the room this morning and didn't see him, he wondered if she would go looking for him everywhere.
If that happened, it would be troublesome... Although he felt that Artoria probably wouldn't say anything even if she knew he was with her Big Sister last night, Asher still felt strange inside. After all, he had solemnly declared to Artoria several times before that he was not a sister-complex or an older-woman-complex, but simply liked Morgan, not because he coveted her body.
However, now his face was practically swollen from being slapped. Should he really wake Sister Morgan now, and then return to his room as soon as possible? Asher thought to himself. He wondered what time it was?
Perhaps it was still early morning? Because the light in this room was always so dim, and the atmosphere, decorated with heart-pounding pink, completely obscured the outside sky. Asher thought for a moment, then reached out, trying to gently pry open Morgan Le Fay's fingers.
Slowly, carefully, he was afraid of waking the woman.
Her dazzlingly white skin was right before his eyes, causing Asher's gaze to freeze slightly. He suppressed the wicked thoughts in his heart, and after a long while, he finally managed to pry Morgan's fingers open. But the next second, Morgan hugged Asher again. "Sister Morgan, you've been awake for a while, haven't you?" he whispered, staring at the woman who seemed to still be sleeping soundly. Morgan quietly opened her eyes, a gentle smile on her face: "Good morning. I'm surprised you've recovered your energy after just one night. You truly surprise me."
"Youth is indeed wonderful."
"You're really at ease, Sister Morgan." Asher lowered his gaze under Morgan's stare, allowing Morgan Le Fay to embrace him as if she were cuddling. No... from the posture, it looked more like he was cuddling Morgan.
Judging by this wonderful sensation, last night wasn't a dream after all, was it? Asher looked at Morgan Le Fay's smile, but his mind recalled what happened last night. He really did it with this woman... "You regret it?" Morgan raised a finger to brush the soft hair from Asher's forehead. From Asher's appearance, he didn't look much different than usual, like a well-behaved student. "If you regret it, just forget about it," she continued.
"If I regretted it, I would have held back no matter what last night." Asher gently shook his head, "I know exactly what I did... I'll take responsibility for you." Morgan stared at Asher for a long time, then suddenly couldn't help but chuckle. She then pressed his face against her chest, messing up Asher's hair. "What? I'm serious," Asher said discontentedly. He always felt that Morgan seemed to be underestimating his resolve.
"Do...? Continue now?" Morgan cupped Asher's face and blinked, "Are you sure? Sister is worried your body won't be able to handle it."
"Hmm... but after all, you're young, so your energy is indeed better." Asher was stunned for a long while before he reacted, silently covering his face. "I'm not kidding you!"
"I know, I know, you really can't take a joke," Morgan moved Asher's hands away, staring at his face, "Are you serious?"
"Otherwise, should I put on my pants and pretend not to know you?" Asher said helplessly.
"What responsible words. Have you really grown into a man without realizing it? Big sister likes your character very much." Morgan Le Fay's eyes seemed particularly deep.
"Frankly, if you had played dumb just now, big sister might have considered some extreme measures," she said, smiling brightly at the end, "But it's so good, it's so good that the person big sister likes is responsible." It sounds a bit unsettling...
For some reason, Asher always felt that Morgan Le Fay's smile brought a great sense of pressure, making him instinctively swallow. "Just asking, what are those extreme measures?" Morgan said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and something like a gag from under the pillow.
Asher: "..." Why would Morgan have such bizarre things?! Handcuffs and a gag...? Sorry, too heavy, can't accept. By the way, why were there candles and whips too? And what's with that chain? Morgan Le Fay also noticed Asher's astonished gaze, and she put the items, which should have been used to interrogate prisoners, back under the pillow.
She explained, "Sorry, some of those things were just brought into the room casually when I moved in. Don't worry, I didn't plan to do such things to you. It's quite disheartening for you to keep looking at me with such a terrified expression."
"Just asking... this should just be an ordinary room, right?"
"Yes, as you can see, it's just a very ordinary room," Morgan said with a smile. "Lying to ghosts!" Asher silently cursed in his heart. "I know you don't believe me, but it really is just a very ordinary room," Morgan said lightly, "You wouldn't use such gentle tools to interrogate prisoners." She said this, looking at the slightly speechless Asher, reaching out and gently caressing his face, saying softly, "But if you had played dumb just now, sister might have considered locking you in this room for life."
"Should I be glad of my decision?" Asher said. Such a secluded room would be very difficult to find. If Morgan locked him up here, he probably would never escape.
"Of course,"
Morgan smiled.
"Alright, go change your clothes. If nothing unexpected happens, someone will probably try to test you today, to see if you really possess the White Dragon body."
Asher's heart immediately sank upon hearing this. He wasn't worried about the White Dragon body being exposed; he had already made up his mind. What he was worried about now was whether Lily was searching for him everywhere.
Why did it feel like a husband who didn't come home all night was being frantically searched for by his worried wife... Asher thought to himself.
"Your body seems to want to do other things, what should we do?" Just as Asher thought this, Morgan Le Fay's voice suddenly rang out, and Asher subconsciously glanced at Morgan Le Fay. Again? If it happened again, he would probably turn from a dead fish into a dead fish.
But fortunately, Morgan Le Fay had obviously just been joking. Before Asher could refuse, the faint scent that had been lingering in his nostrils gently drifted away, and the wonderful feeling of her skin disappeared without a trace.
Morgan Le Fay put on her robe, turned to look at Asher, and licked her soft, tempting lips.
"I was just teasing you. If you really want to continue, come find me tonight~" Asher watched Morgan Le Fay leave the room and then changed into his own clothes, muttering to himself: I still can't figure out what this woman is thinking. ... Morgan Le Fay left the room in a happy mood. She straightened her clothes again, then stepped forward, about to exit the passage.
"Huh?" But after only two steps, Morgan Le Fay paused, looking down at the red carpet. Besides her and Asher, there seemed to be other footprints? Had a third person actually entered this place? Was someone else peeking outside last night? Last night, Morgan Le Fay was completely immersed in the joy of being with Asher, so she naturally didn't notice what was happening outside.
After all, this place was very secret, and if anyone entered, they would be intercepted by the Sustained Knights, which would surely cause a lot of commotion, and she wouldn't fail to notice.
This meant... had someone acknowledged by the Sustained Knights secretly visited here?
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Morning, in the garden.
Artoria stood on the garden path, her expression as usual, currently staring blankly at the surrounding scenery. Not long after, footsteps approached from behind. Artoria looked back, a hint of confusion on her face. "Why are you here?"
Her eyes showed a slight surprise; she seemed not to have expected to encounter this man here. "It's been a long time since I've seen you, so I came to take a look... Don't you welcome me, Arthur?" Merlin asked with a smile. "I'm not Arthur... but, you are very welcome." Artoria shook her head, her tone full of respect. She rarely showed such reverence to anyone, but Merlin was one of them. The other party had accompanied her for a very long time and taught her many things.
Therefore, Artoria had always been very respectful of this seemingly frivolous man. To her, Merlin was both a teacher and a friend.
"Not Arthur now... but who knows about later." Merlin kept smiling. He observed Artoria's expression, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Are you troubled by something?"
"Just a trivial matter." Artoria shook her head.
"Are you troubled by the rumor of the White Dragon body?" Merlin asked. Artoria remained silent, not answering. Her gaze fell on the weapon Merlin was holding in his other hand, a hint of doubt in her eyes. She knew Merlin's weapon was a staff... or perhaps a long sword. But now he was holding a staff in his left hand and another weapon in his right. A spear, a very imposing long spear.
"Are you asking what this is?" Merlin noticed Artoria's gaze and asked with a smile. Artoria nodded gently.
"The Vanguard Spear, you can also call it Rhongomyniad." Merlin handed the long spear to Artoria, "Now it's yours."
"Don't look at me with such a confused expression. That young man can lend you his personal red spear, so I can't be too stingy, can I?" Merlin said, placing the long spear beside Artoria and then taking her wrist to make her grasp the spear firmly.
"Take it, you'll need it soon... but remember, don't easily use its power."
"Need it soon?" Artoria repeated, raising her eyes to look at Merlin."What do you mean?"
"It means exactly what it says," Merlin said with a smile, "Whether you are Arthur or a court steward, you can't do without a proper weapon. I should have given you that sword, but unfortunately, I haven't dared to go near there recently." Artoria tilted her head slightly; she didn't understand what Merlin meant. "In any case, make do with this weapon. Your spear skills aren't bad, are they?"
Merlin took two steps forward at the end of his sentence and gently patted Artoria's head.
"You've really grown up..." Merlin murmured as if to himself. The next moment, he transformed into flower petals and vanished before Artoria's eyes.
...
"I wonder where Sister Morgan went." Asher, upon leaving the hidden room, did not see Morgan Le Fay again until he exited the room. Before leaving, just in case, Asher deliberately hid those messy torture tools under the bed, lest Morgan Le Fay suddenly have a crazy idea to use them on him someday. Although hiding those whips and handcuffs probably wouldn't do much good, at least it provided some psychological comfort.
Let's go check on everyone else's work... Asher thought, about to head to the hall, but after only a few steps, he saw Artoria's figure come into view. "Good morning, Lily." Seeing Artoria turn to look at him, Asher raised his hand and greeted her naturally. But for some reason, under the gaze of those holy blue eyes, Asher always felt inexplicably guilty.
"You're up early today too," Asher tried to start a conversation again when Artoria didn't reply. This was actually just a symbolic test, wanting to confirm whether Artoria had visited his room that morning. "Hmm," Artoria nodded.
Asher: "..."
Alright, trying to figure out what Lily is thinking really seems a bit difficult. She answers a question with a single word; how can one test anything like that? Perhaps only morning, noon, and night can truly reveal what Lily is thinking. Yes, at those times, she's definitely thinking about eating.
"Lily, you didn't come to find me this morning, did you?" Asher chose to ask in a more roundabout way. Artoria was slightly stunned, then nodded:
"Hmm, I didn't go to your room today."
"Did something happen?" Asher continued to ask.
"Hmm," Artoria answered simply, showing no intention of explaining. No intention of conversing with me at all?
Seeing this, Asher didn't press further and was about to continue towards the hall. At that moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the long spear placed in the corner. He hesitated slightly,
"Your new weapon?" Artoria hummed again. Was it just his imagination? Why did Lily seem to be sulking? Seeing Artoria cast her gaze out the window, completely ignoring him, Asher felt increasingly perplexed.
"Let's go to the hall first," Asher could only reply. After speaking, he walked ahead. He'd just assume Lily didn't know... after all, they were in such a hidden place yesterday, there was no way Lily could have found out. Probably...
When the two arrived in the hall, Asher happened to see Morgan Le Fay sitting on one side of the hall. Morgan Le Fay had clearly noticed Asher, but she merely raised her hand naturally in greeting.
"You're here, come sit here, come sit here." She patted the seat beside her. Asher just walked up to Morgan, about to sit down, but found that someone had already taken the seat first. Artoria. Asher was slightly stunned but didn't pay too much attention, sitting in the seat next to Artoria.
There were only three people in the hall, and for some reason, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Asher sat for a while and finally couldn't bear it anymore, trying to strike up a conversation: "Sister Morgan, why are you sitting here so early today?"
"Waiting for someone," Morgan said.
"Who?" Asher asked subconsciously, "The tribal chief?"
"Hmm... if nothing goes wrong, the tribal chief should be arriving soon." Morgan Le Fay shook her head. "But I'm not waiting for those people."
"Then who?" Asher asked doubtfully, "Is it someone from the foreign tribes?"
They shouldn't be so bold, should they? Spreading such news and then immediately sending someone to negotiate? Isn't that courting death? Morgan shook her head again.
"Someone entered the British territory a few minutes ago." As she said this, she looked over Artoria's shoulder, her gaze falling on Asher.
For some reason, under Morgan Le Fay's gaze, Asher felt inexplicably uneasy. He cautiously asked, "Not the tribal
chief, not the foreign tribes... then who could it be?"
Morgan sat gracefully in her chair, legs crossed, and merely smiled faintly at Asher's question.
"Your Shishou."
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