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"King Arthur, haven't you heard what's being widely spread outside the royal city?!" Milo pressed her hands on the table, staring intently at Asher. "If we don't deal with it soon, the situation will escalate, and the entire royal city will be in chaos!"
Asher still sat on the throne, calmly looking at Milo. "I will handle this matter, don't worry." However, once it was handled, he probably wouldn't be in Britain anymore. Thinking of this, Asher suddenly asked, "Sir Milo, may I ask you a question?"
"What is it?" Milo asked.
"Though it might just be my imaginationâor rather, self-consciousness, I still want to confirm, do you want to be the queen?" Asher asked.
Milo paused slightly, then revealed a bright smile: "Yes."
She was surprisingly frank.
"What's the reason? Do you simply want more power? Or is there another reason?"
Milo put a finger to her lips, pondered for a moment, then looked up at Asher again. After gazing at him for a while, a charming smile appeared on her face: "If I had to say, it's probably for power."
"Why?"
"So no one can order me to do anything." Milo's eyes sparkled as she looked at Asher at the end of her sentence. "Arthur, have you changed your mind?"
"I'm sorry." Asher shook his head. He let someone help him for so long, but in the end, he got no benefitsâalthough Milo's initial motivation was a bit problematic.
"What do you mean?" Milo tilted her head in confusion, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
"You should go down first," Asher said.
"Arthur, how do you plan to deal with that rumor?" Milo didn't leave immediately but asked.
"I'll resolve it. You should go back and rest."
Although she still wanted to press Asher further, seeing that he had no intention of continuing the conversation, Milo had no choice but to temporarily withdraw. Asher watched Milo leave, then pondered for a while. After this, he would ask Sister Morgan to take care of her. No matter what Milo had done before, at least everything she had done so far was beneficial to Britain.
What does Sister Morgan want to discuss with me? Does she already have a clue about who spread this message? Asher thought to himself.
Time unknowingly arrived at evening. Because of Asher's previous orders, Agravain and the other Knights of the Round Table were working as usual. However, the rumors in the royal city grew more and more intense.
Everyone already knew that King Arthur had returned to Camelot, but he had not made any statement, which made everyone very confused and even began to doubt whether the rumor was true. King Arthur being someone cultivated by the foreign raceâthis kind of joke was not funny at all.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Agravain was, as usual, carrying out his daily work. He naturally knew about King Arthur being a white dragon, but he did not question King Arthur like others did. He intensely disliked Morgan Le Fay, even to the point of disliking other women because of her, but he firmly believed in one thing: Morgan Le Fay would not misjudge someone.
A shadow fell over him. Agravain shifted his gaze from the ledger on the table and looked up. Morgan Le Fay stood before him.
"Is there something you need me to resolve, Mother?" Agravain asked expressionlessly.
"No, I just came to visit you," Morgan said with a smile.
"No need for jokes, just tell me directly what you want." Agravain naturally couldn't believe anything this woman said. Visit him? Only children would fall for that. But she looks to be in a good mood. Agravain eyed Morgan Le Fay a few times, feeling increasingly puzzled. Could it be that even King Arthur encountering this situation was part of Mother's plan? Otherwise, why would she be in such a good mood? She was practically humming a happy tune.
"Alright, I know you don't want to see me, and I generally wouldn't come looking for you." Morgan Le Fay shrugged.
"Don't disturb King Arthur tonight, no matter what happens. Also, don't come looking for me today either."
A hint of confusion flashed in Agravain's eyes, and he looked up.
"Don't ask for reasons." Without giving Agravain a chance to speak, Morgan spoke again. "If I see you again tonightâŠ" Morgan Le Fay raised a finger and flicked Agravain's forehead. "You'll resolve yourself."
It was twilight when he left the room. Asher was breathing fresh air in the garden, looking around leisurely. For some reason, despite what had happened, he was much calmer than expected, almost without much emotional fluctuation. The only emotion was probably reluctance. He had been here for a while now.
Lily, Guinevere, Morgan, the Knights of the Round Table, and even Milo with her other motives, were all quite difficult to part with.
However, it wasn't as if he wouldn't be able to see them again after leaving, so it wasn't particularly sad. And it seemed he hadn't seen his Shishou for a while, so it was time to go back and check on him.
Suddenly, a pink petal flashed before his eyes, followed by countless pink petals dancing around Asher, beautiful beyond compare. Asher raised his hand and grasped one of the petals, saying without lifting his eyelids, "Merlin? I thought you went AFK after not showing up for so long."
"How could that be? I've always been here," Merlin floated over to Asher's side.
"Peeping tom?" Asher asked.
"Even I would be sad to hear something like that, ArthurâŠ" Merlin circled Asher, examining him a few times, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Or should I call you Asher?"
"Perverted peeping tom?" Asher glanced at the man beside him and waved his hand away. "Don't stand with me."
"Are you angry? Why? I didn't do anything, I was just looking forward to whether you, who pulled out the Caliburn instead of Lily, would change history." Merlin still smiled. "Why are you so angry?"
"Is it tsundere? You're grateful inside but won't say it directly, what you call being two-faced. But a tsundere man doesn't have much appealâŠ"
"I'm not grateful to you, but I'm not angry with you either. On the contrary, it would be inexplicable if I got angry with you," Asher said.
"Then whyâŠ" A hint of confusion appeared in Merlin's eyes.
"You're too tall, the comparison is a bit obvious when we stand together." Asher shuffled his feet, maintaining a certain distance from Merlin.
Merlin couldn't help but chuckle.
"If it were your second form, I might consider letting you stand a bit closer," Asher added.
Merlin was startled, and after a moment, sighed, "Oh dear, you even know that? You're the perverte, aren't you?"
"If I were a perverted, I wouldn't have pulled out the Caliburn instead of Lily," Asher shot a glance at Merlin. Does this internet fraudster have no idea who the perverte is?
"When you put it that way, I really can't argue. I'm starting to consider nipping it in the bud!" Merlin's tone remained casual as he spoke the last part, pausing slightly, and then looking directly into Asher's eyes.
"What do you plan to do?"
"I think a great court magician would probably have guessed it, right?" Asher smiled. "Lily will be troublesome for you later."
"Oh dear, oh dear, are you really planning to be a villain?" Merlin's smile receded a bit. "While the method is good, you don't seem to have considered the feelings of those around you."
"This is the most suitable method right now, and frankly, I think it's enough," Asher spread his hands. "If things progress at the current rate, all the foreign races can be driven out soon."
Merlin's eyes deepened considerably as he looked at Asher. After gazing at Asher for a long time, a smile returned to his face, "Even so, nothing will return to normal."
"What do you mean?" Asher frowned slightly.
But Merlin didn't answer Asher again. His body seemed to be constructed of countless petals, and as his words faded, countless petals drifted away with the wind.
"This charlatan really likes playing mysterious," Asher muttered. But for some reason, he felt a little uneasy.
Although Merlin's behavior was a bit unreliable, he wasn't far off in his "prophecies." Did Merlin specifically come to warn him because he had already seen the future?
Asher shook his head, no longer thinking about it. It's better to deal with the current situation first. He also wondered what Sister Morgan wanted to discuss with him. Thinking this, Asher strode towards Morgan Le Fay's room. Although he didn't know if Morgan was in her room at the moment.
As he walked down the long corridor, Asher happened to see Artoria. He raised his hand and greeted her, "Lily."
Artoria was standing in front of the corridor, staring blankly at the scenery, a thoughtful expression on her face. Hearing Asher's voice, she turned to him, "You seem to be in a good mood, my King."
"There's no one else here, just call me by my name," Asher smiled. "Have you seen Sister Morgan?"
"Royal sister?" Artoria paused slightly. "I saw her go to the magic workshop earlier."
"Understood, then I'll wait a bit longer," Asher said, walking over to Artoria's side and scrutinizing her for a while. "Do you have something on your mind?"
Although Artoria's expression seemed no different from usual, Asher could see a hint of trouble in her eyes. He had known the girl for a long time, so he could tell.
"It's normal to feel troubled," Artoria turned to Asher.
"On the contrary, you're the strange oneâWhy do you seem to be in such a good mood?"
"Hmm⊠I recalled something happy," Asher said.
Artoria frowned slightly, "You're in the mood for jokes at a time like this?"
"Actually, I prefer being a househusband more than being king," Asher said. He had become King Arthur half-heartedly to begin with. Now, though the situation seemed unstable, it was actually a golden opportunity.
"Househusband?" Artoria tilted her head slightly, her ahoge seemingly forming a "?".
Asher pondered for a moment, "Simply put, it's about being responsible for cooking and cleaning at home."
"It sounds a bit like that word you mentioned before⊠what was it called?"
"Lazybones," Asher said.
Artoria nodded gently, retracting her gaze from Asher and turning to look out the window. She was silent for a moment. "You're indeed a sister-complex, or rather, you only like mature women, don't you?"
"Why does the topic feel like it jumped quite a bit?"
Artoria shook her head. "I was just making a simple deduction based on what you just said." After she finished speaking, she walked past Asher. "If anything comes up, you can always call me in my room. I need to sort out our recent conversation."
This time it was Asher's turn to have question marks pop up over his head. He watched the gradually departing Artoria, tilting his head in confusion. Sort out what? Why did he feel like he understood Lily less and less?
Heavy footsteps echoed on the ground, approaching Asher step by step. Asher looked up and saw two knights in silver armor walking towards him.
"Sustained Knights?" Asher muttered to himself. Why were Sister Morgan's Sustained Knights here?
Just as Asher was still scrutinizing the two Sustained Knights with doubt, they suddenly grabbed Asher's arms, one on each side, then lifted him and carried him deeper into the corridor.
"What trick is Sister Morgan up to now?!" Asher tried to struggle for a moment then gave up. Although he could break free, it would inevitably damage the two Sustained Knights. If Morgan asked him for compensation, where would he get two such things for her?
The two Sustained Knights carried Asher deeper into the corridor, quickly turned a corner, and walked towards a wall. Are these two Sustained Knights crazy? Taking me to crash into a wall?! Asher had just thought of this, but no collision with the wall occurred. They carried Asher through the wall, entering an area he had never seen before.
"When did Sister Morgan set up a barrier in a place like this?" Asher looked back at the wall behind him, muttering to himself.
The surroundings were silent. The Sustained Knights released Asher, then simultaneously took two steps back, making a "please" gesture. Asher stepped forward and continued down the passage. He could even hear his own footsteps, and the involuntary quickening of his heart.
Asher walked inward, looking around. He could see two Sustained Knights almost every two steps. They stood still, never moving, but gave off a strong sense of pressure.
At the end, a room appeared. Pushing open the door, the room's environment came into view. Almost all the decor was deep red: a deep red bed, deep red walls, a duvet with hearts on it, and a woman sitting on the headboard.
"Sister Morgan, when did you get a room like this?"
Asher surveyed the surroundings. For some reason, just a glance made his heart inexplicably quicken.
"I've had it for a long time. It was originally a room for experiments, and all those Sustained Knights outside were completed here." Morgan gently swayed the red wine in her hand. Under the light, the red liquid shimmered with a golden glow. "But I redecorated it like this a while ago. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Rather than beautiful, it's more⊠enchanting," Asher carefully chose his words.
"Enchanting, you sayâŠ" Morgan Le Fay showed a faint smile. Her smile seemed even more enchanting than the room's decor. She patted the spot beside her on the bed. "Come sit here. Discussing your idea from earlier will take a long time, we need to talk in detail."
Looking at Asher who came and sat beside her, Morgan handed him a glass of poured red wine.
"I'm not an adult yet." Asher shook his head.
"You're so rigid. There's no rule that minors can't drink."
Morgan Le Fay smiled casually, took a sip, then glanced at Asher. "Do you want me to feed you, sister? Hmm⊠or do you prefer me pouring it on your feet and licking itâŠ"
"I'm not a pervert!" Asher instinctively clutched the duvet tightly, keeping his head down. "What did you say you wanted to discuss, Sister Morgan?"
For some reason, ever since he entered this room, Asher felt his heart involuntarily racing. And Morgan, for some unknown reason today, was wearing a very thin dress, with large expanses of pale skin exposed. If he kept looking at her, Asher felt he would probably find it very hard to control himself.
"Are you sure you're not going to be King Arthur anymore?" Morgan looked at the boy who was staring at the ground with a playful gaze.
"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm forced to." Asher lifted his head and glanced at her at this point, but quickly averted his gaze when he saw those alluring eyes.
"But this is good too. Anyway, your original goal has been achieved, hasn't it, Sister Morgan?"
"Indeed. Without pulling out the Caliburn, Lily can grow normally, and there's not much pressure from the foreign races anymore." Morgan nodded gently. "One of my goals has indeed been achieved.
"So you're now thinking of using some method to transfer the throne to Lily, and then you'll leave Britain yourself?" Morgan continued to ask.
Asher nodded gently: "Counting the time, I've been here for almost half a year now, which is enough. Lily's growth isn't restricted by the Caliburn now, and with you and Merlin in Britain, there won't be any problems."
"Since this is your decision, I will respect it." Morgan smiled, her eyes flickering, as if she was thinking of something.
"However, I'm still a little worried about Lily. You might need to assist her a bit then," Asher added. "She's still a bit too straightforward."
"If that's the case, why don't you assist her?" Morgan took another sip of red wine. She seemed to have a low tolerance for alcohol, as a faint blush colored her pale cheeks, and her eyes were somewhat hazy with intoxication.
"No, I already said, I won't be King Arthur anymore thenâŠ"
"I know, but even if you're not King Arthur, it doesn't stop you from assisting Lily," Morgan Le Fay smiled, her eyes hazy as she stared at Asher. "No⊠rather, it's better if you're not King Arthur now, so you'll have more free time." Morgan reached out and placed her hand on Asher's face. "Since you don't want to be King Arthur⊠then stay and be queen, mine and Lily's queen."
"Sister Morgan, are you drunk?" Asher looked up at Morgan, whose face was already flushed.
"I won't get drunk. This wine tastes good, are you sure you don't want to try it?"
Morgan raised the red wine to Asher's face, but Asher immediately turned his head away. "You really are drunk!"
"I told you, I won't get drunk, I'm very seriously discussing this with you," Morgan said softly. "Even if you don't want to be King Arthur, you can stay and be queen."
"If you weren't drunk, how could you say something like that? Have you ever seen a male queenâŠ"
Asher's pupils slowly widened. His lips touched soft lips, and red liquid flowed from Morgan's mouth into Asher's. A wonderful, rich taste filled his mouth, slowly flowing down his throat.
"See, I told you, this wine tastes very good." Looking at Asher, who seemed somewhat stunned, Morgan gave an enchanting smile, took another sip of wine, pressed Asher's face, and her soft lips sealed his once more.
Asher's mind went blank for a moment. He smelled a faint fragrance, which seemed to make his brain a little chaotic. After swallowing the red wine, a thought instinctively popped into his mind: So, Morgan Le Fay's kiss tasted like red wine.
It was a long time later that Morgan Le Fay released his mouth, gently exhaling a sweet, wine-tinged breath on Asher's face, her eyes intensely fixed on his.
"What your Shishou didn't teach you that night⊠let me teach you."
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