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"Um, perhaps I should leave first?" Asher secretly glanced at the two in the bath, instinctively swallowing. This scene was simply too stimulating for the nerves.
Although a wicked hot mist vaguely shrouded them, he could still vaguely make out the two graceful figures.
"It's fine if you stay, you know," Morgan Le Fay had released her hand from Scathach's smooth waist. "But whether your Shishou minds, I wouldn't know." Scathach withdrew the cold glare she had directed at Morgan.
As she wrapped herself in a bath towel, she turned to Asher. The lingering coldness remained in her red eyes.
The moment their gazes met, Asher's shoulders trembled slightly. He subconsciously released his hand from Artoria's eyes and pointed to the clothes he had just placed aside.
"Shishou, your clothes are here. I'm leaving first!"
Are you kidding me? Shishou is clearly angry right now. Staying here would be courting death, wouldn't it?
As for the reason for her anger, it was quite obvious.
Anyone would be angry if a person of the same sex kissed them so intimately on the cheek, especially after that person had been uninhibitedly touching their body.
Moreover, this scene was witnessed by her own disciple.
What? This scene with two women is quite beautiful?
From a male perspective, it might be beautiful, but what if two men did that...?
Wait... what if they start fighting after I leave? Asher, who was about to turn and leave, paused, suddenly thinking of this serious matter. Should I ask Lily to help watch?
Asher turned to Artoria. Artoria's face showed confusion, her gaze sweeping between Scathach and Morgan, seemingly pondering something. After a moment, she turned to Asher. "Why did Royal Sister kiss your
Shishou?" Didn't Royal Sister like Asher?
Asher: "..."
Alright, expecting Lily to be of any help is unrealistic. Looking at Asher, who had withdrawn his gaze and was
lost in thought, Artoria's brows furrowed imperceptibly.
"Did you hear me, Ash?"
"Ah, um... I heard you," Asher nodded perfunctorily.
Hearing Asher's perfunctory reply, Artoria's expression showed a hint more displeasure, but it quickly returned to normal.
"Are you planning to stay here and bathe together?" Scathach, wrapped in a bath towel, looked through the hot mist at Asher by the door.
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Asher felt a little tempted.
"Since you know, why are you still waiting here?!" A gust of green wind blew away the hot mist, rushing towards Asher. In that instant, Asher finally saw Scathach clearly. She covered most of her skin with a bath towel, but large areas of fair skin still met his eyes, and her two mounds seemed on the verge of spilling out. When his gaze fell upon her completely uncovered smooth, beautiful legs, Asher was already blown out of the bath door by the wind.
Thump!
With a crisp sound, the door suddenly closed.
"Honestly, she's already so old and still so easily embarrassed," Morgan shrugged, standing beside Scathach with a helpless expression. Scathach glanced at Morgan, who had somehow put on a bathrobe, only revealing her beautiful legs, and said nothing.
Artoria listened to their conversation, remaining silent. She quietly shed her clothes, revealing soft, almost translucent skin. She lightly touched the water with her toes, then sat completely into the bath, feeling the warm, moist water envelop her body. All the fatigue of the day seemed to wash away.
"In terms of age, I can't compare to a certain goddess," Scathach's tone was light.
"Is that so? But you must be over a hundred years old already..."
The two women continued talking by her ear. Outside, there was thunder and rain, and the howling of the wind. Artoria hugged her knees, resting her forehead on them, not speaking a single word to either of them from beginning to end. Morgan turned to look at her sister, a slight hint of confusion in her eyes. After undoing her bathrobe, she came to Artoria's side.
"Are you worried about something?"
"Nothing," Artoria looked up at Morgan Le Fay, her gaze lingering on her Royal Sister's prominent chest for a moment. "I just want to grow up quickly."
"Want to grow up quickly?" Morgan chewed on the meaning of that phrase, thinking for a while but unable to come up with a reasonable explanation. She could only ask, "Why?"
"My presence is too low," Artoria said. "If I grow up, I'll become more mature."
"Presence too low... meaning not noticeable?" Morgan Le Fay muttered to herself, still feeling confused. Logically, Lily's presence wasn't low at all. Almost every Knight of the Round Table knew her, and everyone was more or less trying their best to protect this girl and let her grow freely. There was also a perverted lolicon probably lurking in the shadows, peeking at Lily. How could her
presence be low?
Just as Morgan was hesitating, she noticed Artoria's gaze. Her sister was looking down at her chest, lost in thought. After a brief pause, Morgan suddenly thought of something. Her slender index finger traced Artoria's smooth back. The smooth skin glistened in the water.
"Ah, I see. You feel your chest is too small, so you're like a little transparent to Ash?"
Artoria almost shivered, and abruptly stood up from the bath. "Royal Sister?!"
"My apologies, apologies, I didn't expect you to react so strongly." Morgan's eyes were filled with affection as she patted Artoria's head. "You're still young, you'll grow up later, no need to worry too much."
"Is that so?" Artoria's eyes were slightly confused.
"Of course, you have royal blood. If I can, so can you," Morgan said softly. She rarely spoke in such a gentle tone. Even with Asher, she usually used a flirtatious tone, but when facing her own sister, Morgan generally adopted the image of a gentle older sister. --Though this gentle older sister had just eaten King Arthur recently and was seen by her own sister.
"Your low presence isn't because of physical development, is it?" Just as Artoria was feeling relieved, Scathach sat beside Artoria, placing her bath towel on the edge of the
tub.
"What do you mean?" Artoria turned to look at Scathach. This was the first time she had asked Scathach about something other than martial arts.
"Just asking, what's your usual interaction like with my disciple?" Scathach asked. Artoria roughly explained.
"In short, apart from necessary situations, you rarely proactively talk to him about things other than politics and martial arts? Even when it comes to martial arts, it's mostly just simple discussions?" Scathach summarized, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Perhaps you should change your approach. Since you feel your presence is low, then just do something that will leave a deep impression on my disciple, and your presence won't be low anymore."
"Deep impression?" Artoria repeated. Scathach nodded slightly. "What exactly would leave a deep impression is something you need to figure out yourself." Morgan's eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping back and forth between her sister and Scathach.
What exactly is this woman thinking? I've eaten her disciple, so she wants to steal my sister? Look at Lily's expression now; she clearly trusts Scathach quite a bit, probably even sees her as a true Shishou.
"Something that leaves a deep impression..." Artoria lowered her eyelids, muttering to herself, then secretly glanced at Morgan Le Fay.
"What would Royal Sister do?" Artoria asked.
"Me?" Morgan thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"I can't think of anything offhand, but if you want to
leave a deep impression, then naturally you have to be unscrupulous."
"Unscrupulous?" Artoria's eyes narrowed slightly. She suddenly stood up, splashing water onto Scathach and Morgan nearby. "I'm leaving first. Thank you both." She said, then changed into her clothes and left the bath.
Morgan looked at her sister's retreating figure, shaking her head helplessly. She then glanced at the woman beside her.
"You really surprise me. I didn't expect you to actually teach Lily." Scathach was also slightly stunned, then gently shook her head. "It's probably a Shishou's instinct." She herself didn't know why, but when she saw Artoria looking somewhat confused just now, she couldn't
help but want to guide her a bit.
"As for you, is it really okay to say that to your own sister? What if she truly does something bad by being unscrupulous?" Scathach was somewhat worried for some reason.
"Don't worry, Lily isn't that kind of person," Morgan raised her toes, water splashing from her tender white feet onto the surface of the water, creating ripples.
"She's a very upright person. When I said 'unscrupulous,' I meant for her to learn to be flexible; she's too rigid. Besides, can you imagine Lily doing anything
outrageous?"
Scathach shook her head.
"Then that's it. I'm not worried, so what are you worried about?" Morgan got up and left the bath.
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