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Night quietly descended, accompanied by the clinking of glasses. A group of people drained their cups. Beside them, King Leonidas I seemed to be drunk, now flailing about in a drunken frenzy. Merlin held a wine glass in one hand and rested the other on Asher's shoulder, burping at him, appearing as close as old friends who hadn't seen each other in years.
Asher easily restrained Merlin. Perhaps due to his drunkenness, the runes easily bound Merlin to the ground, where he wriggled like a maggot.
"Isn't that a bit too much? He seems to be your court mage, right?" Jeanne sat down beside Asher, holding her wine glass. Whether it was her high alcohol tolerance or simply not drinking much, everyone else in the room was sprawled out, while only she and Asher remained sober.
"It's fine, don't worry too much about that guy," Asher glanced at the undignified Merlin, who was clutching his stomach, then averted his gaze. "More importantly, I want to know, how did you end up here?"
"About that, I'm actually not sure," Jeanne replied with a helpless smile. "I seem to have been summoned as a Lancer."
"A Lancer, huh..." Asher murmured. "That class isn't very safe."
Among the Lancers summoned throughout history, very few survived to the end. Asher didn't know if it was a cursed class or simply a matter of bad luck. Jeanne murmured, "Is that so?" then shook her head and smiled, "I hear the King is still summoning the last Servant."
"I hope we can get along well," Asher said. But it didn't really matter anyway. The person standing here now could be said not to be Asher himself, but rather an existence infused with Odin's magic. This meant that even if he offended a Servant, he wouldn't have to worry about them holding a grudge against him in the future.
After all... what did Odin offending someone have to do with Asher?
"Oh, right, it's your turn to answer now, isn't it? How did you end up here?" Jeanne's voice pulled Asher back to reality. She looked at Asher a few times, then continued, "Also, your spiritual core seems different from when you appeared last time."
"Hmm, it's a bit complicated to explain," Asher nodded gently, not denying it. It wasn't a secret that needed to be hidden anyway. Seeing that Asher had no intention of explaining, Jeanne simply smiled and didn't press the matter. Smart women always knew what was appropriate. Although she considered herself not very smart, she understood this much.
"Were you summoned just this afternoon?" Azsher picked up his wine glass and took a sip, glancing at the sprawling Servants around him. Except for the last Servant Jeanne mentioned who hadn't been summoned yet, all other Servants were currently present.
Jeanne nodded, then briefly explained what had happened that afternoon. After that, the two chatted for a while about being summoned to this world. However, Jeanne seemed distinctly distracted, her fingers nervously stroking the rim of her wine glass, her eyelids lowered, a blush appearing on her face that was either from the wine or shyness, looking as if she had something to say but couldn't. She would occasionally steal glances at Asher's lips, and in her mind, the bold act she had performed before leaving France surfaced.
"What's wrong?" Asher noticed Jeanne's embarrassment and asked in confusion.
"Nothing!" Jeanne immediately replied.
"I see," Asher simply smiled and didn't press the matter.
Although it was clear that Jeanne had some unspeakable difficulty, since she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't ask for now.
The two sat there in the room, until a moment later, Jeanne seemed to make up her mind and turned to Asher: "Oh, right, since you remember me, that means you remember everything that happened before... right?"
Asher hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "I do remember everything... including that last kiss."
His words were cut short by the extremely embarrassed girl. "That was just something I did because I was provoked by that woman at the time! Don't take it seriously!" Asher was stunned, turning to look at Jeanne.
He saw the Saintess's pupils slightly wide, as if she had heard something utterly shameful that made her blood rush. Her voice immediately rose a few octaves, and her previous calmness was gone from her face. She looked full of momentum, as if saying, "Say one more word and I'll cut you down." Asher was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently, "Mm... then let's just say that's what it was."
Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief at his words, but soon, as if remembering something else, her brow furrowed slightly, and she muttered to herself: "But it's also annoying if you don't take it seriously at all." Indeed, that was her first kiss. If the other person didn't care about it at all, it would make her feel very unhappy.
Speaking of which, this fish is too passive, isn't he? Even Jeanne, a young girl who used to spend most of her time in the countryside, knew, upon hearing her explanation, that at this point, one should hold the girl's hand and say: How could I forget something so important? Then say some sweet nothings, and then sit together on the walls of Uruk, leaning against each other's shoulders, looking
up at the starry sky, talking about ideals, and so on...
Speaking of which, this kind of thing can be done now, right? Anyway, this fish is so passive, even if she takes the initiative to do something, he probably won't resist, after all, he seems to be the type of person with strong adaptability. The Saintess was a bold person, so as soon as this thought popped into her head, she immediately prepared to act on it.
She first coughed lightly, then peeked at Asher, then silently moved closer to his side, and then secretly peeked at his expression. However, because his face was mostly hidden by the wide black robe, she couldn't see his face at all. Jeanne hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Why are you wearing these clothes?"
Asher was puzzled. After noticing Jeanne's gaze, he understood what she meant and immediately said with a smile, "Are you talking about the clothes? This belongs to a certain god. This time, I was summoned in his identity."
"I see," Jeanne said with a faint smile. Their shoulders had unknowingly touched. Despite the layer of fabric, she could still feel the girl's skin. Asher froze, instinctively glanced at Jeanne, then silently averted his gaze.
Is this... tacit approval? Unable to see Asher's face clearly, Jeanne could only judge from his actions. She tried to slow her heartbeat, then reached out, intending to place her hand on Asher's.
"Ah, how annoying. That king is so bossy, and keeps calling people bastards. It's really pissing me off. By the way, why is it so quiet here? Is the party over?"
As that disgruntled voice sounded, Jeanne almost electrically withdrew her hand, clasping it lightly into a fist before her mouth as she lightly coughed to hide her shyness. Then, she looked up at the culprit who had disturbed her and Asher's wonderful night.
It was a rather dashing girl, dressed casually. The girl now entered the room swaggering like a "big boss" with her jacket slung over her shoulder, then shook her neat single ponytail, found a random chair, and sat down. Her golden hair remained bright even in the night.
"Is this the last Servant Gilgamesh summoned?" Jeanne
whispered to Asher, looking curiously at the girl before her. But the young man beside her remained silent for a long time, which made Jeanne turn to him in confusion, only to see him clearly wavering. Under the hood of his black robe, those golden eyes held an expression of disbelief.
"Mordred?!" Asher blurted out almost instinctively.
Hearing her true name, Mordred couldn't help but turn to Asher in confusion. She threw her jacket onto the table, then tilted her head and asked, "Who are you? Do you know me?"
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