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Until she watched Uathach leave, Morgan Le Fay remained in a daze.
She often played tricks on others to amuse herself, holding everything she desired firmly in her grasp. Whether it was Asher or Artoria, everything was proceeding according to plan.
In the end, she indeed achieved everything.
Asher stayed in Britain, and Lily didn't pull out the Caliburn, allowing her to grow up healthy. Everything was developing beautifully as planned.
However... she had imagined several reactions Uathach might have upon seeing her mother and her fiancé exchanging sweet nothings in the room, but she had never expected her to be excited about seeing her mother and fiancé kiss...
What was this? Sharing her love? Or was she like Morgan herself, wanting both a wife and a husband, so she collected them all?
Morgan Le Fay had initially said she would take Lily as her wife and Asher as her husband. This wasn't a joke; she was serious about it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made Lily Asher's court attendant.
Morgan Le Fay's goal had always been to foster feelings between the two of them in advance.
She had calculated everything, but she didn't expect to encounter a somewhat inscrutable, neurotic girl...
"This is going to be difficult now," Morgan Le Fay sighed.
"Luring" Scathach to Britain was truly the most disastrous move.
Asher, that fellow, really couldn't keep his patience. How dare he do that to his Shishou? Was it because of his age, being in a hot-blooded, reckless phase?
Or did that woman do something shameless to tempt her apprentice when Morgan was peeking before she arrived at the room?
Morgan Le Fay sighed. Regardless, what's done is done. That child must be so happy he's practically jumping for joy now, right? No, the one who's probably jumping is Scathach, that woman.
Scathach herself probably never expected the usually timid herbivore to suddenly start eating meat.
"This is going to be tough," Morgan sighed inwardly.
"Forget it, I'll deal with the other matter first."
She turned her head in a certain direction, where the foreign tribesmen were held in cages.
She might as well interrogate the prisoners to relieve her mood.
Morgan Le Fay walked away from the long corridor, a cold glint flashing in her usually gentle eyes in the darkness.
The moonlight of the late night gradually blurred, and faintly, the howling of wolves could be heard.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
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The next morning, Asher opened his eyes and pinched his face. There was a dreamlike sense of unreality.
"Was last night just a dream?" Asher murmured, touching his lips with his fingers.
However, this was just something he would think due to overwhelming happiness. No matter what, it definitely wasn't a dream... Even now, he could still feel the soft warmth when Shishou's lips touched his own last night, and those aggressive red eyes were still deeply etched in his memory.
Stay calm, stay calm!!
Asher patted his face, regaining his usual composure. After a quick wash, he left the room.
Faint sounds of fighting came from outside the courtyard. The clash of weapons produced a pleasant sound. For some reason, Asher felt it was very familiar, so he quickly walked towards the courtyard.
As he approached the courtyard, a purple figure came into view. Scathach had changed back into her original purple bodysuit, perfectly accentuating her proud figure. She thrust her long spear at the armored knight in front of her. He, too, wielded a long spear, and the two seemed to have been clashing for some time.
The person clashing with Scathach was Sir Lamorak. Earlier, when Scathach woke up, she happened to encounter a Knight of the Round Table training. With great enthusiasm, the two decided to have a sparring match. As King Arthur's knight, Lamorak naturally wanted to see how capable King Arthur's Shishou truly was.
"How did you sleep last night?"
Asher was watching the two spar when Uathach, appearing out of nowhere like a ghost, suddenly popped up from behind Asher. She bent slightly, resting her chin on Asher's shoulder, tilting her head to look at him, and said with a grin.
"Did you sleep soundly?"
Upon hearing Sister Uathach's words, Asher immediately recalled last night. He felt a pang of guilt and dared not look at her, merely saying expressionlessly, "Yes, I slept well."
"That's good, that's good. It seems having Mom come here to accompany you was very helpful, whether it was protecting you last night or, well, guiding your psychological well-being~" As she finished speaking, Uathach's tone was airy, with a teasing glint in her eyes.
Asher's eyelids twitched slightly. He felt a mysterious sense of nervousness, afraid that Uathach might discover something. However, the girl had already easily seen the panic on her brother's face, and as if recalling something, the smile on her face grew even more pleasant.
Asher quickly calmed down, completely unwilling to dwell on this topic. He immediately changed the subject, "Did you sleep well with Lily yesterday?"
Uathach nodded: "Yes, yesterday Lily said she wanted to do a survey, so she asked me to tell her about your time in the Land of Shadows, and in return, she told me about what happened to you here."
Uathach finished speaking, glanced at Artoria who was walking towards them, and waved with a bright smile.
"Good morning, Lily."
My sister is too familiar already. Has she gotten along with Lily so quickly? Asher muttered to himself as he watched Artoria walk towards them.
"Good morning," Artoria said, then looked at Asher a few times, a hint of strangeness in her eyes.
She had only guessed before, but last night Uathach had very confidently told her that her brother was very attached to his Shishou. As an exchange of information, Artoria also told Uathach about what happened when Asher and Morgan Le Fay were together.
Because of this, Artoria could now confirm with certainty that Asher was definitely a "sister complex."
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Asher asked, a bit bewildered, noticing Artoria's strange gaze.
"No, nothing," Artoria averted her gaze and looked at the two sparring in front, changing the subject, "Your Shishou is really amazing."
"Of course, she's my Shishou after all," Asher nodded. "However, Sir Lamorak is also very strong."
Every strike of Lamorak's long spear carried considerable force, something even bystanders could tell. This terrifying strength would probably be unblockable for most people.
Even Scathach didn't block it head-on. Each time, she skillfully used special offensive moves to negate most of the force from Lamorak's attacks.
However, Scathach hadn't used Rune Magic at all up to this point. So far, the two were merely sparring with their spear skills, as it was just a practice match, not a fight to the death.
"Lamorak's strength should be one of the strongest in the Knights of the Round Table. If one were to directly take his attacks without using Rune Magic, even your Shishou would find it difficult."
A woman appeared beside Asher at some point. She wore a crown and a court gown, with light gold high-heeled sandals on her feet. She looked noble and elegant, her tender white toes appearing exquisitely regal under the light gold glow.
It seemed she resembled an empress more than Asher, currently looking down upon everything around her.
Asher looked at Morgan Le Fay's cold eyes at this moment and suddenly felt very unfamiliar, almost doubting if he had somehow traveled through time again.
He tried to greet her: "Sister Morgan, good morning."
Morgan merely gave Asher a cold glance, nodded slightly, then averted her gaze, her eyes once again fixed on the front.
Asher was startled.
Why such a sudden cold reaction?
It wasn't that strange, actually. From the very beginning, Morgan Le Fay had always faced the world with such indifference. Four years ago, when she first met Asher, she was also just as cold, as if she had shut everything out.
It was only later that her personality became much more cheerful, and Asher gradually forgot about this.
It seemed Morgan had returned to her old personality? Did something happen?
Asher wondered inwardly.
Not just Asher, even Artoria felt that something was amiss. She glanced at her Imperial Sister, her mouth slightly open. Although she wanted to say something, she didn't utter a word in the end.
While Asher was still pondering these things, the fighting in front had stopped. Scathach and Lamorak did not engage in a fight to the death, but rather stopped at a point of mutual respect.
"It seems you haven't been lazy even when I'm not around; you woke up so early," Scathach put away her long spear and walked in front of Asher.
She had already noticed Asher when he came close, but didn't greet him because she was sparring with Lamorak.
"Shishou." Asher gazed at Scathach for a moment, then his eyes immediately became somewhat evasive.
Because of what happened last night, Asher completely didn't know how to face his Shishou. He even felt embarrassed to look directly at her.
Scathach's expression, however, was as calm as ever. She nodded slightly, "Good morning."
Looking at Scathach's calm expression, Asher secretly took a breath, slowly exhaling, calming himself down again. He looked up at Scathach, "Good morning."
However, as soon as he looked up, he saw his Shishou looking at him. Asher's gaze involuntarily met Scathach's, and for no reason, he recalled last night's events. So, his gaze gradually shifted downward, falling on Scathach's lips.
Her thin, delicate pink lips looked like jelly, plump and lustrous, as if they possessed magic. Asher's gaze lingered on Scathach's alluring lips for a while.
"I feel like the atmosphere between you two is very strange," a soft, lively voice suddenly came from behind them.
A girl, who had appeared from behind the others at some point, had long platinum-blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, dazzling and charming in the sunlight. Her emerald eyes, like a cat's, observed Asher for a while, then looked at Scathach beside him, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Asher immediately came back to his senses, feigning calmness as he averted his gaze and turned to look at the girl beside him. It was Guinevere.
"Could you make a sound next time you come out?" Asher breathed a sigh of relief. "Suddenly appearing like that can easily scare people. Are you Sister Uathach?"
"Squeak." Guinevere raised her hands, making a mouse-like gesture, and looked up with a lively smile.
Asher: "..."
He really didn't know how to respond to this girl.
"Arthur's teacher really seems quite special," Guinevere secretly praised, looking at Scathach's valiant posture, and paused slightly.
"Can you take me as your disciple?"
Scathach shook her head, "You can't come with me to the Land of Shadows. It's better to stay here. If you want to learn martial arts, the knight from earlier is also a good choice."
As she finished speaking, Scathach glanced at Lamorak, who had said hello to Asher and then left.
"What a pity. I wanted to learn your spear techniques," Guinevere sighed, a hint of helplessness on her small face.
"I'll take you to breakfast first," Artoria bowed slightly and said to Guinevere.
"I want to go too!" Uathach raised her hand.
"Please follow me, both of you," Artoria said as she led the two away from the courtyard. Unconsciously, she was no longer the ignorant court attendant she once was. She could now easily handle most matters.
After watching the three leave, Asher turned to Morgan Le Fay, "Sister Morgan, did the foreign tribesmen reveal any information yesterday?"
Morgan gave Asher a cold glance, then nodded lightly, "They said a little. We should be able to get them to reveal the identities of all the traitors in the next few days."
Those foreign tribesmen had sworn an oath never to betray the Saxons.
While an oath is tricky, it's not without a solution. If they only reveal those who colluded with the enemy in Britain, even if it's a betrayal of their own kind, it's not a complete betrayal, and the oath wouldn't take their lives.
Upon hearing Morgan's reply, Asher looked at her deeply.
Indeed... did something happen to Sister Morgan, causing her personality to become so cold again now?
"I'll let you know later. I'm leaving now." Morgan Le Fay finished speaking, giving Asher no chance to reply, and turned to leave the courtyard, never looking at Asher again the entire time.
Asher gazed at Morgan Le Fay's retreating figure, feeling a strange unease in his heart.
Someone who is usually cheerful and lively... well, even if it was all just a facade, for such a person to suddenly become so cold now, it really does cause some unease.
Scathach also turned to look at Morgan's retreating figure, her brows furrowing slightly. Clearly, she also noticed that something was amiss with Morgan Le Fay.
Morgan Le Fay's figure quickly disappeared from their sight.
"I'm still a bit worried..." Asher murmured to himself.
Today, Morgan was indeed a bit off. She just said a few simple words and left, completely indifferent to her surroundings.
"Are you worried about Morgan Le Fay's situation?" Scathach asked.
Asher nodded gently, "Sister Morgan's behavior today is strange."
He then turned to look at his Shishou, "Shishou, I want to go and see."
Scathach looked at Asher for a few moments, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing on her face.
"Telling your Shishou, to whom you just confessed last night, that you're going to find another woman now. Although I haven't accepted your confession yet, still... you've certainly become much bolder than before."
She paused slightly, "In the past, you wouldn't have been so bold."
Scathach's tone of voice was still as gentle as ever, but it made Asher feel an inexplicable pressure.
So why did Shishou's aggressiveness suddenly become so strong? Where did that kind and understanding older sister go?!
But Morgan had helped him so much. If she was in any difficulty, he should at least go and check on her, even if it was just out of gratitude.
But Shishou said that...
Asher was caught in a dilemma for a moment.
"If you go find her now, perhaps when you return, Uathach and I will have already left," Scathach added.
Asher's heart immediately sank. He almost forgot, Shishou and his sister were leaving Britain today.
If he left now, wouldn't it be a long time before he could see Shishou again?
But Morgan's situation was also very concerning...
Thinking about this, Asher couldn't help but feel conflicted again.
Looking at Asher, who was clearly itching to move but remained still, Scathach smiled faintly. Her tone suddenly shifted, "However, it's not entirely non-negotiable. If I'm in a good mood, I can consider staying an extra day or so. In that case, even if you go to find Morgan, it wouldn't matter, right?"
"Really?" Asher looked up with a joyful expression.
Seeing Scathach nod affirmingly, Asher slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I feel like Shishou is starting to become a little mischievous too," Asher said with a hint of helplessness.
Without a doubt, Scathach had no intention of stopping him from the beginning. Her previous words were just to tease him.
She looked so serious and elegant when he first met her, captivating so many gazes.
Why did it feel like Shishou's personality had completely changed after his confession last night?
Looking at Asher's helpless expression, Scathach probably guessed what he was thinking. She looked at him and said, "Don't you like this kind of personality?"
Did he like her back then because she was aloof and superior? If that's the case, would it be more appropriate to return to their old way of interacting?
Just as Scathach thought of this, she heard Asher's voice: "I told you, as long as it's Shishou, I like it."
"If you want to be lovers, you have to accept each other's strengths and weaknesses first, right? I have that resolve."
Asher paused slightly, then continued, "And I like Shishou no matter what her personality is."
"..."
After a brief silence, Scathach stretched lazily, perfectly outlining an elegant, curvaceous figure.
"Go," she said.
"Eh?" Asher was stunned, looking at Scathach.
"I just stated the condition, didn't I? If I'm in a good mood, I'll stay an extra day."
Scathach turned back, her purple hair gently fluttering in the breeze. She looked at the still somewhat bewildered young man, a faint curve on her lips, and raised her hand to stroke Asher's head.
"I'm in a pretty good mood right now."
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