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"..." Asher was at a loss for how to communicate with this person. To prove that she wasn't repressed, she wanted to kiss him where others could see? How was this goddess's brain wired?! And... even though Skadi herself proposed the plan, she was now blushing profusely, looking incredibly embarrassed. It was hard to know where to even begin to retort.
"I think we should just forget it?" Asher tried to give the goddess an out. "I've never doubted that you were repressed or anything. You've been talking to yourself from the start."
"As a goddess, there must be many people pursuing you, right?"
"Of course, I've rejected many gods' advances." Skadi couldn't help but lift her proud head slightly towards the
end, a hint of arrogance in her voice.
"So there's absolutely no need to prove you're not
repressed in front of others, right?"
"Hmm..." Skadi pondered for a moment, then patted Asher's head. "It's rare for you to have a clear head, you know."
"Don't say it like I'm usually stupid," Asher complained helplessly. "It's about time you unbind me, isn't it?" He no longer dared to tease Skadi as casually as before. Heaven knew if she would directly attack him if he continued to tease her.
"Considering your sincere attitude, I'll let you off this time," Skadi raised her finger and released Asher's restraints. "Then, I will continue to explain the method of guiding magic from earlier," Skadi put down the staff. In the dimness, her accelerated heartbeat gradually calmed, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That was close... Fortunately, Asher is a bit of a coward, otherwise, if he really kissed her, she'd probably bury her head in the sand like an ostrich out of embarrassment.
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After changing her clothes, Artoria entered the alchemy workshop. Morgan was concocting potions.
"Where's Ash? As the King's court attendant, you should be by his side until he goes to sleep, Lily." Morgan didn't turn around, her hands busy with the bottles on the table labeled with various strange characters. She had been in this place for most of the day, but there was no sign of fatigue. Her black and gold uniform dress, her delicate face unadorned with makeup, was still full of charm. The faint scent of her perfume made one's heart race with just a light sniff.
"We were attacked on our way back," Artoria said, pausing slightly as she watched Morgan's busy movements. "It was an elf."
"The elf from the Otherworld you mentioned before?" Morgan's potion concocting movements continued, but slowed significantly. "Nothing happened, right?"
"Miss Skadi was with us, so she intercepted the elf's attack in time," Artoria nodded.
"Is this a case of being frightened and coming to find your Royal Sister? Hmm... that's quite nice," Morgan put down the two bottles in her hand, walked to a soft armchair nearby, and sat down, crossing her legs. "Come sit here."
"What's wrong? Are you still worried that Royal Sister will do something to you?" Morgan looked up and asked.
"No..." Artoria hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat beside Morgan.
"I probably know what you're thinking, but please trust me, Lily," Morgan said slowly. "If you tell him now that you regret letting him be king and putting him in danger, he will definitely get angry." "He already had that resolve when he pulled out that sword, and I've tried my best to keep him from being busy with state affairs. As for the result, it's already perfect."
"Oh, by the way," Morgan continued, "as a court attendant, you're not qualified enough, but everything takes time, and you're still young, aren't you?"
"Youth is no excuse," Artoria shook her head.
"That's true," Morgan rubbed her forehead. "Alright, come find me starting tomorrow. I'll arrange new training for you."
"But Shishou teaches me and Ash every day already..." Artoria said.
"Didn't you see Scathach when you came back?" Morgan asked, puzzled.
"What's wrong?" Artoria tilted her head slightly.
"I don't know the specifics, but something seems to have happened in the Land of Shadows, probably related to the Queen of Alba. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be saying goodbye to Ash now."
"The Queen of Alba?" Artoria frowned slightly. "I heard Uathach say that queen is actually quite gentle."
"Even if Uibh is gentle, it doesn't mean everyone under
her is equally gentle," Morgan shrugged. "It's probably that some subordinates clashed with the residents of the Land of Shadows."
"And it just so happens to be today, when Ash was
attacked?" Artoria's brows furrowed tightly.
"Do you think there's a connection?" Morgan sighed.
"Actually, I also feel something's off, but we can't help with anything else right now. We'll talk after Gawain's investigation is over."
"Alright, stop thinking so much," Morgan touched Artoria's head. "Come find me at the training ground tomorrow morning. She can teach you martial arts, and I can teach you magic!"
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Scathach stood by the door, quietly gazing at the closed door. Although a little reluctant to leave, she had to stabilize the situation before the friction between the two nations escalated. She had similar experiences in the past. While her sister seemed to have no intention of causing major friction with the Land of Shadows, not everyone listened to Uathach and controlled themselves.
There would always be one or two hawkish high-ranking individuals trying to stir up greater conflict. Although it might be a bit inappropriate for her to call others hawkish.
After all, in her youth, she was also a warmonger, and living life on the edge of a blade was not uncommon for her. But even so, she still had many admirers. Scathach vaguely knew what these admirers saw in her; it was nothing more than this body that was perfect from a woman's perspective. She once told those people that if they could defeat her, she would accept their courtship.
For a long time after that, people would come to the Land of Shadows to challenge her. This life continued for a very, very long time, and she always used decisive and violent combat methods to beat down every man who courted her until they were convinced. It wasn't until five years ago that her nature as a battle maniac was quietly hidden by her image as a gentle older sister.
Since then, the gates of the Land of Shadows were closed, no longer accepting any challenges. After all, when teaching children, one always has to teach them well. She couldn't engage in overly violent combat in front of someone who saw her as a trusted older sister.
As for her past training of disciples, it was actually the result of her considerable restraint. This conflict, she thought, would be an opportunity to stretch her muscles again while her disciple was away. Thinking about it, it was quite exciting. Scathach felt the boiling blood in her veins. Thinking of the battle scenes to come, she felt an impatient urge. She now desperately wanted to fight her enemies, to pit herself against equally strong foes with her two spears.
And that thought would soon be realized. Thump, thump.
But when she knocked on the door and saw the woman in the purple slit dress in the room, and the young man sitting at the head of the bed with his eyes closed, a feeling of reluctance suddenly spread in her heart.
Battles could make one's blood boil, but love could make one's blood evaporate. Battle... it seemed not as sweet as a disciple.
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