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However, it wasn't voluntary; Morgan had forcibly ordered her to remain in the room.
Although she herself seemed to quite enjoy such compulsory commands.
But.
"Why is this man also kept here?" Vivian "tsk"ed, glancing
at the young man beside her who was holding a staff and doing who-knows-what, her face showing displeasure.
Does Morgan trust King Arthur that much? To actually put herself and King Arthur alone in one room, and even handcuff herself, isn't she afraid of returning to find herself violated by King Arthur and having lost her
chastity?
Although as the Lady of the Lake, she wouldn't get
pregnant, she still valued her chastity greatly.
Asher naturally didn't know what Vivian was thinking.
He was currently holding the staff Scathach had given him earlier, and after absorbing for over two hours, he slowly opened his eyes.
That special magical power had increased a bit more than before. Although it was just a little, the feeling of definite progress was quite pleasing.
Noticing Vivian watching him vigilantly from the side, Asher felt strangely amused.
"You seem to dislike me quite a lot," he said, putting down the staff.
After all, she was an elf of Avalon; if possible, he hoped they could get along.
Though, due to a series of events earlier, Vivian probably thoroughly disliked him now.
Vivian glanced at Asher, saying blandly, "After all, I'm alone in a room with a man like you, who always looks at his Shishou and sister with lustful eyes."
"How could you possibly think I'd do anything to you? It would be troublesome if you retaliated afterwards," Asher said.
"Oh?" Vivian was surprised, her mouth slightly open, looking incredibly cute.
"What's wrong?" Asher asked.
"Do you seriously think you won't be retaliated against
after this?"
Asher: "..."
Come to think of it, he had refused Vivian's request before, and this time, he locked her in a room and tickled her, making her lose face... it seems he would be held accountable.
Looking at Asher, who had fallen silent, Vivian chuckled softly. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her high heel tapping the floor lightly. "Besides, who knows if you'll suddenly get a crazy idea and do something to me? For example, when Morgan and your Shishou leave, you could take the opportunity to 'discipline' me, then stop suddenly when I'm about to feel comfortable, forcing me to make a geis to acknowledge you as my Shishou before you'd continue, and then by the time Morgan returns, I'd already be your maid, serving you wholeheartedly. It's not impossible."
Asher nearly fell headfirst to the ground.
So, where does this woman get all these perverted ideas?!
Does she have paranoid delusions?!
She looks like a delicate, sickly young lady, elegant as an edelweiss, but her mind is full of such chaotic thoughts.
Speaking of which... why does it feel like what Vivian said is actually a feasible plan?
No, no! What am I even thinking?!
He almost got led astray by this woman!
It wasn't that he wanted to commit a crime; it was Vivian who kept verbally tempting him to commit one.
For some reason, he always felt as if she was deliberately waiting for him to make a move.
But logically, that shouldn't be the case. Doing so wouldn't benefit Vivian at all.
What on earth was this woman thinking?
Asher couldn't help but look at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed. She casually kicked off one high heel, exposing her exquisitely manicured, fair toes to the air, wiggling them gently, making one's gaze involuntarily follow their movement.
A moment later, Asher came back to his senses, quickly shaking his head.
Forget it, he wouldn't bother with her. It would save him from being led astray again.
Asher walked to the room door, looked at the clear blue sky outside, took a light breath, and slowly exhaled.
He wondered if Sister Morgan and Shishou could extract any useful information from Merlin.
"If it's Morgan, she definitely can, don't worry," Vivian looked up at Asher's back, her tone flat. "She's an incredibly powerful existence, not just in strength, but also very skilled in scheming."
"Can you stop reading people's minds all the time? It's super disgusting," Asher's forehead was covered in black lines as he turned to look at Vivian.
"Do you think I want to?" Vivian pouted, pushing aside a strand of hair, "This is passive reading. The very existence of this body can read others' thoughts, which is why I hate appearing in this world with this body."
Asher was startled, "It won't happen with other bodies?"
"Yes," Vivian nodded, "Also, other elves won't have their thoughts read by me."
"No wonder her personality is so peculiar..." Asher muttered.
Being able to read others' minds, she naturally had little patience for most people.
After all, everyone has dark thoughts, so it was normal for Vivian to feel disgusted.
So that's why she wanted Guinevere's body?
Asher couldn't help but think.
"That's right, after all, compared to others, Guinevere is already a very pure person. Although she's still a bit cunning, like she'll do whatever it takes for her own happiness, but that can all be ignored," Vivian said
languidly.
"Also, you seemed to be worried about Morgan's side just now? You can rest assured, even if the current Morgan is far weaker than before, she definitely won't suffer any losses against Merlin."
"Are you that sure?" Asher asked.
"Of course," Vivian lightly played with a strand of her hair, saying nonchalantly, "When it comes to scheming, she's far more cunning than that liar."
"Has Sister Morgan always been so cunning?" Asher subconsciously asked.
"Always?" Vivian savored the word, revealing a meaningful smile.
"She's much more restrained now. Five years ago, she was far more formidable than she is now."
"Five years ago, huh..." Asher murmured to himself.
He had no real feeling about what Vivian said, because in his impression, Morgan le Fay's personality had always been quite good. She always meticulously helped him and listened to his troubles. Although she often showed a tendency to tease, it was always just playful teasing and never went too far.
In short, although he was wary of her at first, after getting to know her, he felt that Morgan was a very respectable Big Sister.
"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway," Asher said, shaking his head.
"She's a witch, you know. She's done a lot of bad things," Vivian feigned mystery.
"What does that have to do with me? I'm not interested
in knowing all that," Asher said.
"Eh?"
"She hasn't harmed me. Even if you paint her as an incorrigible villain, to me, she's still a gentle older sister."
Vivian froze.
Her mind-reading told her that this was actually King Arthur's honest thought.
Asher was too lazy to pay attention to Vivian anymore.
He walked to the bedside table, intending to take out that fake Excalibur and study it further. Since it had abilities similar to the Sword of Promised Victory, did its scabbard also have similar abilities?
But before his hand could touch Excalibur, Vivian quickly came back to her senses, pouted slightly, feeling inexplicably angry. She grabbed the Excalibur next to her, pressed it under her smooth thigh, looked up at the stunned Asher, and showed a mischievous smile.
"If you want the sword... then pick me up~"
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Merlin took several steps back until he was cornered against the wall, clutching his staff and saying, weak and helpless, "Hey, wait... wait a minute, I really don't know anything about this Excalibur you're talking about.
I didn't steal Excalibur, I'm not that kind of thief! I'm an honest, ordinary citizen of Britain!"
Morgan raised her finger, and a magic bullet hit Merlin's abdomen.
"Ugh, even if you don't believe me, you shouldn't hit people," Merlin said with difficulty, clutching his stomach.
"I believe you," Morgan said.
"Then why are you still."
"But I've wanted to hit you ever since Ash pulled out the Caliburn," Morgan said seriously.
If Asher hadn't been nearby at the time, she would have lost her patience long ago.
At that moment, Scathach frowned slightly, "Don't hit people with magic bullets."
Merlin, seeing this, nodded in agreement, "Exactly, how can you be so violent."
"The light from magic bullets is too conspicuous; it's easy to attract unnecessary trouble. It's better to use attacks with less brightness," Scathach continued.
Merlin: "..."
Watching Morgan raise her finger again, and Scathach standing by, glaring, Merlin quickly raised his hand,
"Wait, I can tell you where Excalibur is"
Another magic bullet, but this time the light was noticeably much dimmer.
"Where..." Merlin finished his unfinished sentence from earlier.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He raised his eyes, looking indignant, "Now even I have to fight back!"
He was about to draw his sword from his staff, but at that moment, a spear shot from afar, grazed Merlin's cheek, and went straight into the stone wall behind him.
"Do you really think two people can deal with me?" Merlin smiled and shook his head, raising his profound eyes.
"Yes, actually."
He raised both hands, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you then."
"I hope your next sentence isn't nonsense," Morgan said with a gentle smile, "Excalibur really wasn't stolen by you?"
"Excalibur wasn't stolen by me," Merlin revealed a mysterious smile, "It was hidden by a certain entity in a place you'd never imagine."
Thud!
A magic bullet once again hit Merlin's abdomen. Morgan lifted her chin, staring coldly at Merlin, "Can you just explain it directly?"
"I can't say. If I do, destiny will change," Merlin shook his head, his eyes showing a serious light for the first time.
Morgan gazed into Merlin's eyes for a long time, then finally sighed, "Forget it, you can go."
She knew that although the trickster wasn't entirely reliable, he wouldn't easily compromise on certain matters of principle.
Merlin, while stretching his limbs, grumbled things like "Oh dear, oh dear, to think I was tricked, it truly infuriates me," as he walked out of the garden exit. He glanced at a frightened maid nearby, whose rather attractive face showed an uneasy expression.
Merlin smiled and patted her head, "It's alright, it's not your fault. I'm happy you invited me out for a date, and I welcome you next time too. Bringing your companions along is also fine."
After speaking, he strode away.
The maid was stunned, staring blankly at Merlin's retreating figure, suddenly feeling her heart involuntarily quicken.
Just then, Morgan also walked out of the garden exit and
said to the still-dazed maid, "You may return. Your reward will be sent to you later."
"Yes, thank you, Princess Morgan!" The maid quickly bowed in gratitude, then swiftly left the scene.
She had been working peacefully in the palace, but earlier, Princess Morgan had suddenly asked her to trick the Great Mage Merlin into coming here.
Frankly, she had thought Merlin would be angry with her after learning the truth, but not only did he show no resentment, he even comforted her.
Merlin truly is such a good person.
The maid couldn't help but think.
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