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"Your Royal Sister, you don't look so good, are you sick?"
In the simply furnished room, Artoria looked at the woman beside her. This woman, who usually maintained a calm demeanor, seemed to have a somewhat unpleasant expression.
"It's nothing, just got irritated by some woman who refused to leave under the guise of tutoring," Morgan Le Fay said with a slight smile, her tone gentle, "Even standing on the balcony and letting the wind blow for a very long time, it's really nothing much~"
"Are you really okay?" Artoria observed Morgan Le Fay for a moment. She rarely saw Morgan Le Fay with such an expression, as if she had encountered an enemy and wished to tear them to shreds.
"Yes, truly fine," Morgan Le Fay smiled calmly, "No need to worry about me." She was merely thinking now that if she ever had the chance, she would tie Scathach up and lock her in the basement, making that woman lick her shoes all day, letting her know what happens when you deliberately cross Morgan Le Fay... it was only that level of anger.
Artoria nodded, "That's good."
Morgan Le Fay looked Artoria over a few times. "How surprising, you rarely used to notice other people's feelings, did you?"
"Is that so?" Artoria asked, puzzled.
"Yes," Morgan Le Fay gently patted Artoria's head, and the golden ahoge on the girl's head swayed slightly. "It seems you've changed a lot too,"
Morgan Le Fay paused slightly here, her mouth slightly open, wanting to try and talk to her sister about Asher.
"Is something wrong, Royal Sister?"
Noticing Morgan Le Fay's hesitant expression, Artoria asked, puzzled. Morgan Le Fay swallowed the words she was about to say, shook her head, "Never mind, it's nothing. It's getting late, you should go rest."
Not just Asher, but Morgan herself felt uncharacteristically embarrassed. She was clearly planning to set up Lily and Asher, but she ended up eating all the cake herself.
The most crucial thing was that Lily most likely saw it that night...
Although she didn't know how much she saw, there was no doubt that Lily had definitely found out. It's better to take it slow...
Today isn't a good day to talk about this with Lily. Uncharacteristically, Morgan Le Fay felt a sense of retreat.
"Royal Sister?" At this moment, Artoria tried to call out to Morgan Le Fay.
"What's wrong?" Morgan Le Fay snapped back to reality, her gaze fixed on Artoria's face for a long while. Hmm... indeed, her little sister was truly adorable.
"Aren't you going back to rest?" Artoria asked.
"Ah, don't worry about me. You just sleep," Morgan waved her hand, indicating that Artoria shouldn't concern herself with her.
Embarrassing or not, this was something she would have to face sooner or later. To have a monogamous relationship, a price must be paid.
"But this is my room..." Artoria looked hesitant.
"Your Royal Sister needs to protect your safety." Morgan touched Artoria's forehead, her expression gentle, "So just sleep. Are you worried that I'll harm you?"
Artoria's eyes flickered, and she involuntarily recalled what happened that night. As a result, a faint blush appeared on the girl's cheeks, though it wasn't very noticeable in the dim light.
"What's wrong? Do you really not trust your Royal Sister?" Morgan Le Fay asked with a sorrowful tone. Artoria could only lie down in the bed, and after one last glance at the woman sitting by the bed, she closed her eyes. Morgan Le Fay gazed intently at her sister's sleeping face. In the dimness, her eyes glowed faintly green, like those of a big bad wolf.
She couldn't sleep while holding Asher, but at least she could sleep while holding Lily. As for that ungrateful fish who only cared about his Shishou and forgot his sister... he was completely unnecessary now.
Artoria fell asleep quickly. Almost as Morgan was still thinking about how to effectively punish that unfaithful fish after Scathach left, soft snoring could already be heard in the room. She fell asleep quite fast, indeed. Morgan brushed Artoria's hair from her forehead, gazing at the exquisite little face, and couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her smooth forehead. Her mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of taking action against her beloved disciple again in a few days, after Scathach left.
For instance, blindfolding him with a black cloth one night, then using magic to restrict his pleasure until he begged, saying things like "I only like Sister Morgan," before releasing the magic...
After imagining that scene for a moment, Morgan's mood immediately brightened significantly. She quickly cast aside the unpleasantness caused by Scathach's mocking gaze earlier. She lifted the blanket and slipped into her sister's bed. In this cold night, only by embracing her sister could she feel a trace of human warmth.
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The next morning, when Asher woke up, Scathach was no longer in the room. When he got out of bed, the quilt was tucked in tightly, suggesting that Scathach had covered him before leaving last night. As Asher got out of bed and left the room, he happened to see Agravain standing by the door.
"King Arthur," Agravain's respectful voice sounded. Asher nodded slightly and looked at him strangely,
"What are you doing at my door so early?"
"The message you asked me to prepare has already been spread. Due to the knighting ceremony, kings will successively enter the royal city within these two days," Agravain said.
"Next time, you can just knock and call me, it's fine. No need to wait specifically at the door," Asher said.
Agravain shook his head, "I cannot disturb the King's rest without permission."
Asher couldn't help but be speechless. He didn't expect the other party to consider him so much, patiently waiting for him to wake up just for this matter.
"If the King has no other matters, then I shall take my leave."
After Agravain finished speaking, Asher immediately nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. You can go about your business now."
Agravain turned to leave, his mind recalling the earnest warning Gawain, who was working as a clerical laborer nearby, had given him when he went to find Asher that morning.
At that time, the always smiling man had said with a very serious expression, "Remember, never enter King Arthur's room without permission, and don't knock. If it's truly urgent, go directly to Mother."
Although he couldn't understand Gawain's words, Agravain decided to trust Gawain this once. But now it seemed Gawain was just trying to scare him. He gave such a serious warning, but what happened?
Nothing at all.
Asher watched Agravain leave, then averted his gaze, recalling what happened yesterday evening. To be honest, he was still quite bothered by it. Why did the red spear he threw yesterday evening achieve a "guaranteed hit" effect? Was that "thread" a matter of luck, or did he not see the thread the second time because he lacked magic?
Thinking of this, Asher headed towards the training ground.
Before the knighting ceremony, it was essential to improve his strength, especially since he was eager to confirm whether his guess was correct. When Asher arrived at the entrance of the training ground, he faintly heard sounds of combat coming from within.
Was it Sister Morgan and Shishou again?
Thinking of this possibility, Asher couldn't help but quicken his pace and entered the training ground. To his surprise, it wasn't what he imagined. Artoria was in the training ground, and the person in front of her was Scathach.
Perhaps because the offensive was too fierce, the red spear in Scathach's hand seemed to turn into afterimages as it attacked Artoria.
Artoria, gripping the holy spear, barely managed to block Scathach's attacks several times, but she looked very strained. Why is Shishou teaching Lily?
Asher muttered to himself. Is this a common trait among teachers? Do they want to guide excellent individuals they encounter?
"You slept very well last night, didn't you? You look quite radiant today," Asher was just thinking this when a faint voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Compared to before, when you tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep, last night should have been your soundest sleep, right?" Asher almost instinctively looked back.
Morgan Le Fay was standing behind him, her eyes filled with resentment. For some reason, Morgan Le Fay's expression made Asher feel guilty, so much so that he subtly turned his face away,
"Sister Morgan, I don't understand what you mean."
"Don't you have a clue what I mean?" Morgan extended a slender index finger and poked Asher's chest, "Ask yourself what you did last night."
"Still playing dumb?" Morgan glanced at Asher, "You and Scathach stayed in the room all night last night, didn't you?"
"Shishou just taught me a little theoretical knowledge," Asher said, "It's not what you think."
"Didn't you practice a bit?" Morgan teased.
Asher: "..."
Why does this goddess speak of that so naturally?
"This won't do, how can a queen be so fickle?"
Morgan Le Fay looked at the somewhat speechless Asher and said faintly, "You just need to serve me and Lily well."
This statement had issues from the very beginning, didn't it...? I'm not a woman, why am I serving her?
"Oh right, Sister Morgan, how do you know I usually lie down for a long time every night before I can fall asleep?" A blue electric current seemed to flash through Asher's mind. He looked up at Morgan Le Fay. Morgan paused, then lightly coughed, her eyes flickering, seemingly thinking of how to explain.
Fortunately, at this moment, the battle there had come to an end. Scathach was walking towards them, and Guinevere, who had been watching from the high platform, lightly jumped down and handed Artoria a towel.
"Your Shishou is coming over; she probably has something to say to you," Morgan Le Fay stiffly changed the subject. Asher didn't have time to think further when he saw Scathach walk up to him.
After observing him for a few moments, she nodded slightly, "Coming here for training so early, you haven't disappointed me."
"I also want to try that spear technique I used yesterday again," Asher said, "I want to confirm whether it was just luck."
Last night, he and Scathach had discussed the magic spear with a guaranteed hit. Logically, it shouldn't have consumed all his magic after just one throw, especially since he possessed the White Dragon body and had abundant magic to begin with. It couldn't be that his magic had been completely absorbed by Morgan after that night, could it?
"What spear technique?" Artoria walked to Asher's side after wiping the sweat from her forehead. Yesterday, she had been quite aloof towards Asher, but just now, after hearing Asher and Scathach's conversation, she seemed like a little girl tempted by food, her eyes filled with interest. Asher was eager to reconcile with this Ahoge-chan as soon as possible, so he immediately explained: "Simply put, it's an unavoidable attack."
"An unavoidable attack?" Artoria repeated, the light in her eyes intensifying. "Can I try it?" Her voice sounded expectant.
Asher hesitated, "It's very dangerous. If it's unavoidable, you might get seriously hurt."
"It's normal to get hurt during sparring. I'm mentally prepared," Artoria said. Asher thought to himself that if he hurt her, Sister Morgan would probably skin him alive. Seeing Asher shake his head again, Morgan Le Fay looked left and right, and suddenly said,
"Why don't I call Agravain over to cooperate with you?"
Asher: "..."
"Never mind, he's still busy with state affairs; it's better not to disturb him," Asher refused.
"Then what about the other children? Should I just call one over to be your experimental subject?"
"Are they guinea pigs?!" Asher finally couldn't help but retort.
"Let me try," Artoria said, "My intuition is quite strong, I can give it a shot."
Why is this Ahoge-chan so stubborn?
"Let her try. I'll protect her in case of absolute necessity."
Asher was considering whether to use his kingly authority to make Lily abandon this dangerous idea, but then he heard Scathach's voice.
Scathach had encountered Artoria in the garden earlier, and after a brief conversation, she greatly admired the resilient girl, so she invited her to the training ground for a "spar." And she wasn't disappointed; the girl was indeed a promising talent. Now that the other party had the courage to make this request, she also wanted to grant Artoria's wish.
"My sister shall be protected by me," Morgan Le Fay glanced at Scathach beside her, then her gaze fell on Asher, "Try using the guaranteed hit magic spear that woman taught you on Lily once. I will protect her well."
Seeing that both Morgan and Scathach had spoken, Asher couldn't refuse any longer and simply nodded.
"Both of you, please be extremely careful!" Guinevere gently reminded, then retreated to the side with Scathach and Morgan Le Fay.
"Lily, be careful," Asher said, raising his red spear and reminding Artoria, who had put some distance between them. Artoria nodded, gripping the holy spear tightly, her gaze fixed on Asher's movements. Scathach, not far away, also stared intently at Asher. I'll confirm seriously this time whether that magic spear strike yesterday was just luck. Asher slightly closed his eyes, taking half a step back.
He was recalling the feeling of throwing that magic spear yesterday evening. A thread...
A thread connecting the red spear and the opponent. A magic spear thrown from that thread cannot be avoided. Asher quietly opened his eyes and slightly tilted his head to look. Indeed, this thread existed. He glanced at the vigilant Artoria and understood. It seemed that others couldn't see this thread. Asher raised the red spear and threw it towards Artoria. Almost at the instant the red spear was thrown, Asher felt a sense of exhaustion as if all the magic in his body had been drained. Just one attack, and all his magic was exhausted.
No wonder he couldn't use it a second time yesterday. On the other side, as Asher's spear was thrown, Artoria's pupils widened slightly, and her eyes reflected the red spear that seemed to burn with a fiery light.
It shot directly towards her, moving very fast, and... unavoidable... Artoria had this intuition; this spear could not be evaded! Whoosh! Crimson blood splattered as a body blocked Artoria's path, and the red spear pierced through her chest. Artoria exclaimed almost at the same instant: "Royal Sister?!"
Asher's mind went blank for a moment, and he stared blankly at the woman in front of him. "No... that's not Sister Morgan!" Asher quickly realized something and abruptly looked up in a certain direction. Morgan Le Fay was standing perfectly fine not far from Scathach. This woman was a Tri Goddess. Asher had seen her use three materialized illusions before, and the one that was just pierced was merely one of them.
"Quite a quick reaction, much faster than Lily's," Morgan Le Fay chuckled softly, walking slowly towards Asher, gently patting his shoulder, her eyes much softer than usual.
"I finally know what you are."
"Possessing immense magic, and a certain familiar aura, indeed, you are also..." Morgan's voice suddenly trailed off at the end, then she continued, "There's indeed a reason why your magic is so sweet."
"This way, even if the kings want you to prove your identity at the knighting ceremony two days from now, you won't have to worry about your identity being exposed."
"What do you mean?" Asher couldn't help but ask.
"You'll know in two days. In any case, just confidently hold the knighting ceremony," Morgan Le Fay finished, then turned and patted the head of a seemingly somewhat dejected Artoria,
"You've done very well, not panicking and running away even when facing that kind of attack."
Artoria gently shook her head, "I can't defend against that kind of attack at all."
"That's just the difference between offense and defense. If you were to unleash your ultimate move, I probably wouldn't even have ashes left," Asher said, looking at the holy spear in Artoria's hand at the end. He was very aware of the immense power hidden within that weapon.
Artoria remained silent, looking at the weapon in her hand without a sound. Asher didn't think much of it and instead turned his head to look at Morgan Le Fay.
What did Sister Morgan mean by what she just said?
Confidently prove his identity?
Why was she so confident?
Just because of that one throw?
"Princess Morgan, may I ask you something?" Before Asher could continue asking, Scathach had already walked towards Asher. Her gaze remained fixed on Morgan, as if trying to discern something from Morgan Le Fay's face.
"I wouldn't dare presume to teach, but feel free to ask," Morgan Le Fay raised her eyes to look at Scathach.
"You just said my disciple's magic is sweet, didn't you?" Scathach stopped in front of the three, "How do you know... his magic is sweet?"
As she finished, her gaze fixed directly on Morgan Le Fay's eyes, "Just because of that one throw?"
Asher's body stiffened, and he instinctively looked at Morgan Le Fay. Morgan Le Fay's smile lessened considerably. She glanced at the stiff-faced Asher, then averted her gaze, shrugging indifferently, "My intuition."
She slowly said, "You should know, I am a goddess. I am more sensitive to the perception of magic than you. It's not strange for me to be able to sense what his magic is like, is it?" As she finished, Morgan glanced at Asher again. Sister can only help you this much. As for whether Scathach believes such words... that's not my concern.
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