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"You hurt someone and then try to run... You're far too presumptuous."
A graceful figure stepped past Asher, her long hair lifting with the wind. Asher's pupils reflected the woman's flawless profile. Scathach leaped up, gripping the red spear that had pierced Duke Bell's shoulder. She performed an over-the-shoulder throw, flinging Duke Bell and the red spear back together.
Boom!
The obese body was impaled to the ground by the red spear. Duke Bell let out a scream, struggling desperately, but was unable to break free. The intense pain from the spear piercing his shoulder made him look around frantically, his eyes meeting another pair. In that instant, Duke Bell's body suddenly trembled, not from pain, but from the gloomy darkness contained in someone's eyes in the crowd.
Scathach walked forward and pulled out the red spear.
People's gazes were involuntarily drawn to this woman.
Their eyes held both awe and longing. Such a powerful and perfect woman could only be admired from afar; if one were to be compared to her while standing together, it would only lead to feelings of inferiority.
The kings all gazed at this woman standing proudly beneath the sky, praising her in their hearts, many with a fervent look in their eyes.
They were all kings of various territories, so they naturally had no shortage of women, but a woman as exceptional as this was truly rare.
However, they also knew very well that such a woman was not for them to claim; if one were to marry her, it was truly uncertain who would be in charge of whom.
"Truly worthy of the Queen of the Land of Shadows. With such martial arts, it's no wonder she could train such an excellent King Arthur."
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Facing Scathach's fierce offensive earlier, the kings couldn't help but admire her from the bottom of their hearts, now conversing in hushed tones.
"Even if I gathered all my generals, they probably wouldn't be her match. Her precise control over magic, and that ability to pin Duke Bell in space just now, are truly terrifying. Once your movements are restricted, you can only wait for death."
"Perhaps I should consider sending my children to the Land of Shadows for a period of training."
"That's a good point. If we can train our children to be excellent warriors in the future, we won't have to worry too much about our thrones."
"Hmph," just as the kings were discussing the matter of becoming disciples, one of them snorted coldly, "Have none of you questioned why such a powerful person would appear out of nowhere at King Arthur's investiture ceremony?"
"She's King Arthur's Teacher; it's not strange for King Arthur to invite her to visit, is it?" King Audegrin said, "According to you, do you think this queen has a problem, King Marco?"
"That's not necessarily true," King Marco shook his head, looking in Asher's direction, his eyes incredibly deep.
Meanwhile, Asher looked at Duke Bell, who lay on the ground as if having given up struggling, and said in a deep voice,
"Take Duke Bell back and imprison him. We'll interrogate him thoroughly later!" Then, he looked at Scathach, who had walked to his side, and whispered, "Thank you, Shishou."
Scathach merely shook her head. Her fingertip touched Asher's wound. Looking at the blood on her fingertip, a thoughtful expression appeared in her eyes. "An incurable blade?"
Morgan's eyes fixed on the wound on Asher's shoulder.
She lowered her voice and said, "It doesn't look like a weapon an ordinary chief would possess, and it seems he prepared for a long time." Asher was about to ask something, but then he suddenly heard a scream. He looked up and saw that as the guards lifted Duke Bell, the obese man's head suddenly drooped, his eyes widened, and his movements became incredibly stiff.
Gawain's expression changed slightly. He quickly stepped forward to confirm, then turned to Asher and said in a deep voice, "He's stopped breathing."
"He was being controlled," Morgan Le Fay stared grimly at the already deceased Duke Bell. And from the looks of it, that person must have been present earlier, controlling Duke Bell. The common people below began to discuss in hushed tones. The sudden turn of events had exceeded everyone's expectations, including Morgan Le Fay.
The person they had just captured was killed right in front of her. Although there was an element of her carelessness, the other party must have been very well prepared, even planning how to deal with Duke Bell when he was captured.
"The Queen of the Land of Shadows actually killed an important prisoner. This is truly unexpected."
At this moment, an inappropriate voice rang out, full of indignation, as if crying out against injustice. As the voice sounded, many people's gazes followed it to the man who had spoken. It was King Marco, Tristan's uncle.
He looked indignant at this moment, which unconsciously led everyone present to a thought. Could Duke Bell really have been killed by Scathach?
"King Marco, it's better not to slander recklessly." Asher looked at the man who had stood up and was walking towards them, his tone a few degrees colder than usual.
"Am I slandering recklessly?" King Marco turned to look at the others as he reached Asher. "King Arthur, ask everyone present: Wasn't Duke Bell perfectly fine initially, and only died shortly after being attacked by your Shishou?"
"Could this be a sign of a guilty conscience?" King Marco continued. "Because you didn't want Duke Bell to reveal information unfavorable to you..."
Agravain frowned slightly. "King Marco, you should have seen it. King Arthur was injured by Duke Bell earlier, and the wound is still there. As King Arthur's Teacher, it's not strange for her to feel anger when her disciple is harmed, is it? Furthermore, she attacked Duke Bell's shoulder; no matter what, it wouldn't cause a fatal injury."
"I was just making a guess, everyone, please calm down," King Marco said lightly.
"Indeed, my Shishou's attack just now could not have caused a fatal injury. Anyone with some martial arts knowledge can see that. King Marco, are you implying that my Shishou conspired to harm me?" Asher asked, staring at King Marco.
"I wouldn't dare," King Marco shook his head. "But the facts are right before us. I've heard that the Queen of the Land of Shadows is quite accomplished in both magic and martial arts. Perhaps she imbued her attack with magic, which we couldn't detect, isn't that right?"
"After all, your Master is a queen from another country.
Even if you have a Master-disciple relationship, she might be swayed when huge interests are at stake, right?"
Upon hearing this, although the crowd remained outwardly impassive, they all secretly nodded. This did make some sense. Throughout history, there had been cases of family members killing each other for power, not to mention that the relationship between King Arthur and Scathach was merely that of Shishou and disciple.
Is he playing tricks? Morgan Le Fay's eyes narrowed slightly as she subtly observed the tall and powerful-looking man. Was he trying to provoke Asher, to make Asher lose his composure and take some extreme action? Morgan Le Fay already had a rough judgment in her heart, and she glanced at the young man beside her again.
Asher's expression was calmer than Morgan had imagined. He merely looked at King Marco and said, "So you've concluded that my Shishou killed Duke Bell?"
"Concluded? Not really, just putting forward a conjecture." King Marco shook his head.
"After all, among those present, your Master isn't the only one who could have killed Duke Bell without anyone knowing." As he said the last part, he casually glanced at Morgan Le Fay.
"Indeed, I remember that among your subordinates, there's a Druid who can use magic, isn't there?" Morgan Le Fay said with a smile. "Even you are a suspect."
King Marco paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He seemed not to have expected Morgan Le Fay to even know that he had a Druid among his subordinates.
But quickly, King Marco composed himself and continued, "Furthermore, there's another thing that puzzles me, and I hope King Arthur can clarify it for us." As he spoke, he stared at Asher, seemingly wanting to see some other emotion in Asher's eyes. But Asher remained calm throughout, saying blandly, "Ask away."
"I'll state beforehand that my following question might be somewhat disrespectful to King Arthur, but it is also for the future of Britain. If there are any mistakes, I hope King Arthur will be lenient." King Marco said this, his gaze fixed on Asher. "King Arthur, I would like to ask you, where did you grow up? Was it in Britain?"
"What does that have to do with the current matter?"
"Of course it does," King Marco smiled. "There's a rumor going around recently, and I believe everyone is aware of it."
"The rumor states that King Arthur is of the White Dragon's body, his true identity being Vortigern's descendant, attempting to conquer our country without bloodshed."
"Are you saying you believe this rumor, which is clearly spread by foreign races, is true?" Morgan Le Fay stared coldly at King Marco.
"I naturally want to believe King Arthur, but I also believe that for the sake of caution, King Arthur might as well take this opportunity to prove himself, so that everyone can wholeheartedly assist you in repelling the foreign tribes afterwards. What do you think?" King Marco fixed his gaze on Asher as he spoke the last part, seemingly wanting to discern something from his face.
"How do you want me to prove myself?" Asher asked calmly.
"It's very simple," King Marco pointed to the wound on Asher's shoulder. "To prove your innocence, a little blood is needed. Since you're injured now, I'd like to presume upon you by having someone take a little blood from you for verification. Would that be permissible?"
"King Marco, you're quite bold. This is insubordination," Milo's voice was soft, but her eyes were very hostile.
"That's why I said it was presumptuous, but I hope everyone present and King Arthur understand that I am only thinking of Britain's future," King Marco said, looking at Asher. "King Arthur, what do you think? This way, you can prove your innocence, and if you are not of the White Dragon's body, I am willing to accept punishment for today's presumption!"
"King Marco, you've probably forgotten Merlin's prophecy, haven't you? Only someone of the Red Dragon's body can pull out the Caliburn. Have you forgotten this?" Morgan Le Fay said coldly.
"I am well aware of that," King Marco paused slightly. "However, I heard that after King Arthur pulled out the Caliburn the first time, he actually failed when he tried to pull it out a second time, didn't he? He didn't ultimately pull out the Caliburn, but instead lifted the Caliburn along with the massive rock. Everyone should remember that, right?"
Many people secretly nodded. Thinking about it, it seemed to be true. King Arthur had pulled out the Caliburn once, but the second time was actually a failure. Artoria, who had been quietly standing by, unconsciously tightened her grip on her spear.
If she had inherited the throne then, would none of this be happening now? And Asher wouldn't have been pushed into his current situation.
Asher also noticed the girl beside him was a bit downcast. He suddenly smiled. "My second attempt to draw the sword failed, but precisely because of my will to become king, I was later able to lift the entire great stone. I ask everyone present, who among you can achieve this level?"
"The Caliburn is a symbol of the King, but it's not the person who pulls out the Caliburn who is King Arthur. Rather, it is the person recognized by the people who can become King Arthur!"
Asher's voice was impassioned, every word forceful, moving everyone present. "I believe that since becoming king, everything I have done has been beneficial to Britain. Is that not enough?" Asher paused slightly, looking at King Marco. "King Marco, you shouldn't be such a stubborn person, should you? Do you really believe that only by pulling out the Caliburn can one become King Arthur?"
"More important than the Caliburn is the recognition of the people!"
The voice descended from the palace, causing the people who heard Asher's words to erupt in cheers. These words were comforting to everyone; they preferred an Arthur who understood people's hearts rather than a high and mighty king.
Asher's response gained the people's approval. Listening to the cheers around him, King Marco's expression stiffened. He suddenly realized something very important. From the very beginning, his idea had been flawed.
Yes, why should only the one who pulls out the Caliburn become King Arthur? As long as one can do things beneficial to Britain and lead the people to prosperity, that should be enough. Why did he give up contending for King Arthur after hearing Merlin's words?
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Gazing at King Marco's gradually darkening expression, Asher subtly continued, "Since you believe this King is of the White Dragon's body, then today I shall prove my innocence to you!"
Artoria's expression changed slightly; she instinctively glanced at Asher. She wanted to dissuade Asher, but she knew very well that she couldn't speak now. If she made a sound, it would be suspicious, as if she were admitting guilt. And from the looks of it, Asher seemed to have prepared in advance?
King Marco gradually composed himself and exchanged a look with the two guards he had brought onto the palace. One of them, a man in a black robe, stepped forward.
"This is a Druid I invited. He can use your blood as a medium to confirm whether you are of the White Dragon's body," King Marco said. "Furthermore, to ensure the Druid is not lying, he will project what he sees for all of you to witness."
Asher hesitated, but then nodded gently. He remembered what Morgan Le Fay had said earlier at the training grounds: he could confidently accept tests from others.
So, at this moment, he chose to trust Sister Morgan. The servant placed a few drops of Asher's blood into a bowl, positioning it in front of the palace. Once an image was presented, everyone would be able to see it.
The Druid in the black robe walked forward, chanting some ancient words.
"Is it really okay, Royal Sister?" Artoria, who had approached Morgan Le Fay at some point, whispered.
"It's fine, don't worry," Morgan Le Fay said with a smile.
"No one can know Asher's identity."
Scathach happened to overhear Morgan Le Fay's answer. She couldn't help but glance at the goddess twice. Why is Morgan Le Fay so confident that her disciple's White Dragon identity won't be revealed? Is it really just because of that one spear throw from her disciple?
As Scathach was still pondering in secret, a golden aura emanated from the Druid, spreading out from him as its center. The blood in the bowl projected into mid-air. It was blurry, so blurry that it was impossible to see clearly. One could only vaguely make out a dragon, but even its color was indistinguishable.
"Watch closely, the truth will soon be revealed," King Marco's face showed a triumphant smile, his gaze fixed on the projection.
Swish!
At this moment, the dragon's projection seemed to morph. It let out a mournful cry to the sky, and soon, the projection transformed into a human figure.
"It's not a White Dragon, and it's not a Red Dragon!" The Druid trembled and recoiled several steps, his eyes filled with terror, screaming hysterically, "What is this thing?!"
People looked up, but could only see a tall figure from behind, though it was extremely blurry. The figure wore a black cloak, with a raven on one shoulder and a golden crow on the other. After people stared at the figure for a while, the projection suddenly disappeared. The Druid fell to his knees with a thud, as if worshipping a god.
As the projection vanished, and by the time people regained their senses, they tried to recall the figure they had just seen, but they could no longer remember it. It was like a dream, where they all dreamed of the same person, but upon waking, they couldn't clearly see their appearance.
Everyone was stunned, even Asher himself was a bit dazed. What was that thing just now?
The raven should represent the blessing of the Goddess of Death, and the golden crow the blessing of the Sun God, but who was the person in that projection?
Why would he have something like that in his body?
Even Scathach was stunned for a long time, only reacting after seeing the projection disappear. As if she had thought of something, she sharply turned to look at Morgan Le Fay.
"You knew all along?"
Even when she was slandered by King Marco earlier, she hadn't been this angry, but now Scathach's face had become extremely grim, her red eyes seemingly burning with flames.
"Didn't I tell you? I knew when your disciple threw that spear," Morgan said with a faint smile.
"You couldn't have understood that much from just that one spear throw. His magic is very special, but no matter how strong your perception is, you couldn't tell he wasn't human from that one throw," Scathach said coldly, staring at Morgan. "What did you do to him?"
Morgan glanced at the young man who was confronting King Marco, and chuckled softly. "Aren't you already very clear in your heart?"
"How can one fully understand a person's magic... Is it through blood? No~" Morgan Le Fay paused slightly.
"Your disciple is so delicious."
Scathach's blood rushed to her head in an instant, and the red spear in her hand nearly flew towards Morgan Le Fay. But she suppressed it. Now was not the time to act. If she were to clash with Morgan here, it would cause a lot of trouble for Asher.
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Artoria silently listened to their conversation from the side, her expression mostly unchanged, only her eyes flickering slightly, wondering what she was thinking.
"King Marco, I wonder if this proof is sufficient now?" On the other side, Asher's voice came faintly.
King Marco, after a brief silence, nodded gently. "I apologize, my previous suspicion was indeed slander. I am willing to accept punishment, however," King Marco's tone shifted, "your Master was previously suspected of murdering Duke Bell"
"Shut up, you fool."
King Marco's words abruptly ceased at Scathach's ice-cold voice. He instinctively swallowed, feeling his back suddenly covered in cold sweat. He had fought countless battles in his life, and this plan had been prepared for a long time. He believed he had many ways to make a big deal out of Scathach, but when faced with that woman's extremely cold red eyes at this moment, all his thoughts vanished.
He would be killed. If he said another word, this woman would definitely kill him. Just seeing such eyes, King Marco knew it clearly in his heart. But he completely couldn't understand why this woman's temper would suddenly become so bad in less than a few minutes, completely unlike her previous calm and collected demeanor. Even Asher was stunned, looking at his Shishou's frost-covered expression, hesitating for a moment, not daring to speak.
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