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The birthday banquet officially began on the evening of the second day, with numerous attendants guarding the manor.
Many nobles approached Asher to converse with him, and Asher politely responded to each of them.
However, after a while, Asher began to grow impatient.
The identity of King Arthur was heavier, or rather, more troublesome than he had imagined.
Asher had always disliked troublesome matters; he had always been an inconspicuous figure. But today, at the birthday banquet, various nobles came one after another. After chatting with Asher for a while, seeing his apparent impatience, they wisely smiled and departed gracefully.
But then, another group of nobles immediately approached. Fortunately, King Leodegrace was perceptive enough to notice Asher's vexation and promptly had Guinevere escort him to their side.
"You seem to be in a bad mood today?" Guinevere asked, observing the somewhat gloomy expression on Asher's face.
Artoria was right beside Asher, glancing at his expression but not speaking.
"It's nothing, just didn't sleep well last night," Asher shook his head and said.
"Is that so... perhaps you're not used to the change of environment? If you need anything, feel free to ask me for help," Guinevere said with a smile.
Asher nodded, raising his head to look at Morgan le Fay not far away.
She stood at the front of the hall, conversing naturally with some nobles, her face devoid of any gloom. As if sensing Asher's gaze, she looked in his direction.
Asher quickly lowered his eyes, pretending not to have noticed.
"Princess Morgan, is something wrong?" asked a noble beside her.
"No, it's nothing," Morgan smiled faintly, withdrew her gaze, and continued conversing with the other party.
Only then did Asher raise his eyes again to look at Morgan le Fay.
He was naturally not in a bad mood because of a so-called "bad night's sleep."
When Asher returned yesterday, Morgan hadn't come to see him, which made him feel a bit down.
Although he knew it was for his own good, doing something like this behind his back, and then not explaining anything upon returning, still made him feel a bit gloomy.
Artoria looked at Morgan le Fay, then at Asher, "Did something happen between you and Imperial Sister?"
"Nothing," Asher shook his head.
"Princess Morgan, are you thinking about something?" A young man named Bert asked with a smile, his eyes filled with fervent light as he looked at Morgan le Fay.
He was the son of Duke Bell, but unlike others, he didn't believe Morgan le Fay was a witch, because yesterday he had clearly seen the tenderness in Morgan le Fay's eyes, and that tenderness captivated Bert.
Imagine, a cold witch in the eyes of outsiders secretly harboring affection for someone—such a thought was incredibly exciting.
Moreover, he had never seen such a charming woman; it wasn't just her figure or face, even her inherent beauty was enchanting.
So he decided to try a little. He was the son of a tribal chief; as long as he didn't commit a major mistake, he could be forgiven. No matter how irritable the witch was, she wouldn't throw a tantrum in front of so many nobles, would she?
"Nothing," Morgan le Fay withdrew her gaze, glancing at Bert beside her.
"Where's your father?"
"My father is chatting with others not far ahead," Bert maintained his elegant smile.
It seems Duke Bell didn't tell his son about last night's events, Morgan le Fay thought.
Just then, soothing music began to play, and royal musicians started accompanying an elegant dance. This was one of the dance activities specially organized for Guinevere's birthday today.
"May I have this dance, Princess Morgan?" Bert had already extended his hand, making a standard inviting gesture.
Some nobles nearby showed surprise, seemingly not expecting anyone to set their sights on Morgan le Fay.
While wary of Morgan le Fay, they couldn't help but secretly admire Bert's boldness. If one disregarded her identity as a witch, this daughter of the former king was indeed a stunning beauty.
Asher also noticed the slight commotion over there and frowned when he looked up and saw the scene.
Morgan le Fay clearly sensed Asher's gaze. Upon noticing the displeasure in Asher's eyes, she immediately recalled Duke Bell's words from last night, and her mood couldn't help but lift considerably.
"Duke Bell, aren't you going to rein in your child?" Leodegrace asked, smiling at Duke Bell.
Some people could be befriended, while others were absolutely untouchable. This young man named Bert was probably infatuated, daring to set his sights on that witch.
"That idiot," Duke Bell cursed under his breath, but still dared not approach.
Just recalling last night's events, he didn't even have the courage to approach Morgan le Fay, only wishing for this birthday banquet to end quickly. But he hadn't expected his own son to foolishly seek out Morgan le Fay.
Was he trying to hasten his father's death?!
Morgan le Fay, like an empress, looked down at the young man before her. Just as she was about to refuse, a voice suddenly came from beside her.
"Princess Morgan, may I have this dance?" Asher had, at some point, walked beside Morgan, a smile on his face.
Bert's eyes narrowed, his mouth slightly agape, but he dared not utter a sound.
Although Asher might be younger than him, he was King Arthur, a being even his own father couldn't afford to offend.
Duke Bell, watching the sudden shift in the situation, paused slightly, then glanced at the expressionless Morgan le Fay, and soon an involuntary mocking smile appeared on his face.
So what if he's King Arthur? This princess is King Uther's daughter; there's probably no one in this country who can make her obey willingly. He even wants to invite her to dance?
Moreover, he had deliberately exaggerated some bad things about King Arthur yesterday. Presumably, Princess Morgan would now be particularly sensitive to Arthur's gaze. As soon as she noticed his gaze, she would probably feel disgusted, or even repulsed.
After all, no woman would like a man constantly staring at her body with lustful eyes, especially if that man was thinking unhealthy things.
If King Arthur could also be dragged into this, even if it didn't benefit Duke Bell, it would at least balance him psychologically.
"Why is even King Arthur inviting Princess Morgan?" King Leodegrace frowned, glancing at Guinevere, who was standing not far away chatting with Artoria, and secretly shook his head.
Guinevere, this child, still didn't know how to seize opportunities. King Arthur clearly had a good impression of her, and with her beauty, it wouldn't be difficult to win over King Arthur. Yet, she went off to chat with another girl.
Thinking of this, Leodegrace gave Asher another deep look, secretly shaking his head and sighing.
Though a king, he completely lacked perception.
Although Morgan le Fay was beautiful, she was not someone ordinary people could touch. Everyone was avoiding her, but King Arthur, on the other hand, went up to embarrass himself.
With so many nobles watching now, if Morgan le Fay refused King Arthur's invitation, even King Arthur would lose face.
This was where Guinevere should step in.
Thinking of this, Leodegrace was about to walk towards Guinevere.
"Alright."
Just then, King Leodegrace suddenly heard a melodious voice beside his ear. His steps involuntarily paused, and when he turned to look, Morgan le Fay had already naturally placed her hand on Asher's shoulder.
Leodegrace was stunned, then subconsciously glanced at Duke Bell beside him, only to find him rubbing his eyes vigorously. He couldn't believe that the woman who had displayed such a sadistic and cruel expression yesterday was now showing such a gentle smile.
Was this still the same person?
Could it be that what Bert said yesterday was true?
Duke Bell looked at his son's stunned expression, couldn't help but think.
If King Arthur and the former king's daughter were to marry, no one would have any objections. On the contrary, the common folk might spread praises like "King Arthur conquered the witch."
Bert stared at Asher with jealousy, feeling his chest burning with envy.
Thump.
Bert's back of the head was severely struck.
"Idiot, get back to your room!" Seeing his son turn around, clutching the back of his head, Duke Bell yelled as if exasperated.
He was almost killed by his own son. Even if he had sworn an oath last night, at least he was still the tribal chief. But if his son had angered Morgan le Fay just now, he would probably be dead!
...
"Are you jealous?" Morgan put her hand on Asher's shoulder, smilingly staring into Asher's eyes. The young man's dark eyes slightly dodged, never looking up at her.
"Look at me," she continued.
Even though he was King Arthur, upon hearing Morgan le Fay's words, Asher still looked up and gazed into Morgan le Fay's eyes.
"A little," Asher honestly replied under Morgan's gaze.
Morgan's smile softened even more. As she guided Asher through elegant dance steps, she said, "Aren't you angry?"
"You were just helping me, why would I be angry?" Asher paused slightly, "However, if possible, I hope you can tell me about such things next time."
"I don't want to always be treated like a child by you."
"If I told you beforehand, you might have refused my suggestion," Morgan le Fay's eyes were resentful. "You always make things complicated when they could be easily resolved."
"Making them swear an oath and hand over their territory, isn't that the most convenient and quickest way?" she continued.
"That's also based on having strength," Asher couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He didn't believe Duke Bell or the other tribal chiefs had no strength. If they had no strength, they couldn't have reached that position. It was just that this woman in front of him was unreasonably strong; in front of her strength, all problems seemed to be easily solved.
Directly making two chiefs swear an oath, very few people in this world could do such a thing, but Morgan le Fay could.
Great strength and ruthless methods, Morgan possessed both.
"To you, there are simply no problems in this world. You should have just pulled the sword yourself back then," Asher complained.
Anyway, Morgan had the "Illusion" ability, and if she used illusions to change her appearance, becoming King Arthur would probably be no trouble at all.
Morgan le Fay shook her head, "There are still problems, and some are quite troublesome."
"What problems?" Asher asked.
If there was a problem even Sister Morgan found troublesome, Asher still wanted to help her if he could.
"You want to help me?" Morgan le Fay observed Asher's expression with interest.
"Of course, you've helped me so much, if possible, I want to help you too," Asher replied firmly.
"But I can't guarantee I can help you," he added.
Morgan smiled, "No, you can definitely help me."
After all, the root of the problem was right in front of them.
"Come to my room tonight," she said with soft eyes.
Asher: "..."
"...What kind of problem is this?!" Asher immediately reacted after a brief silence.
This was not a problem, it was clearly just teasing him.
"No, I'm serious," Morgan le Fay casually glanced around. The nobles were originally dancing, but now they had all stopped and were looking at them.
"See, so many people are watching us, why don't you just give in to me tonight?" Morgan le Fay suddenly stopped smiling. "I'm serious."
As she said this, the dance had ended, but Morgan le Fay still didn't let go of his hand. Instead, she gazed into Asher's eyes and said seriously, "I will give you happiness."
Aren't our lines reversed? Shouldn't I be the one saying something like that?!
Asher muttered inwardly.
Under Morgan le Fay's fervent gaze, he didn't know how to respond for a moment. He had always thought this cunning goddess simply enjoyed teasing people, but now it seemed she was serious.
Seeing Asher's hesitant look, Morgan le Fay had no intention of letting him off the hook and was about to press her advantage.
But then, a slender white hand flashed before her eyes, pressing onto Asher's hand.
If it had been anyone else interrupting such an important moment, Morgan le Fay would probably have flared up by now, but seeing the young girl before her, Morgan le Fay was at a loss for how to feel.
In Morgan le Fay's slightly dazed gaze, Artoria spoke calmly.
"Arthur, may I have this dance?"
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