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"Be careful, this woman is very dangerous."
Jeanne drew her sword, vigilantly gazing at Artoria as she walked towards them, warning in a low voice.
Despite her words, Jeanne felt a strange sensation. This Servant should be an enemy, yet she couldn't feel an ounce of killing intent...
"I know she's dangerous..." Asher gazed at the woman walking towards him, feeling an inexplicable immense pressure.
Although she looked exactly like Lily, how should he put it... her aura was quite different from the original Lily.
And she was so much more mature?!
"You're Lily, right?" Asher couldn't resist asking.
"Of course," Artoria smiled faintly, "but whether we're the same person... you guess."
"I don't know," Asher shook his head.
"It doesn't matter anymore," Artoria glanced at the Black Jeanne and Gilles behind her, then at Jeanne, who was vigilantly watching her, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.
"Do you know what my wish is?" Her gaze returned to Asher, looking into his eyes.
Asher remained silent, just quietly listening to her next words.
From the looks of it, what he saw that morning when he woke up really was the grown-up Lily.
As for why he saw Lily's future appearance... was it something like Clairvoyance?
While secretly observing Artoria, Asher quietly made
guesses in his mind.
"My wish is simple."
In the next instant, Artoria suddenly moved. Her high heels clicked on the floor, making a captivating sound.
Her speed was so fast that by the time Asher reacted, she was already in front of him.
Asher cursed inwardly. He had forgotten that Lily was now a Servant summoned by the enemy. Although he didn't know how Black Jeanne had managed it, there was no doubt that Artoria was now an enemy.
The tall woman's saintly blue eyes flashed with a cold glint. She grabbed Asher's collar, kicked away Jeanne who was swinging her longsword at her, and then threw Asher onto the floor in an over-the-shoulder throw.
Boom!
Several exaggerated cracks appeared on the ground, extending all the way to the stone walls on both sides.
Countless stone fragments splattered, indicating immense destructive power.
Asher reacted immediately as he fell to the floor, raising his right hand. Almost at that instant, Artoria pressed down on his right hand, then straddled him, pressing her knees against his body, her entire weight pressing down on Asher.
Jeanne was stunned, and Black Jeanne opposite her was also slightly bewildered.
A black-haired young man and a mature woman
straddling him this scene was incredibly impactful. If they didn't know it was a battle, strange misunderstandings might arise.
"Good, kill him, King Arthur!" Gilles shouted from the side, a maniacal smile on his face.
Artoria didn't even raise her head. When she leaned down slightly, her face was almost completely pressed against Asher's. Her warm breath carried a sweet and aggressive scent.
"Lily... what exactly do you want to do?" Asher stared into Artoria's eyes.
He still had strength left. He could reverse the situation by transforming into the White Dragon, but he didn't move.
Only he knew that Artoria didn't seem to be here to fight him at all.
That throw earlier looked powerful, and the floor even had varying degrees of cracks, but Asher didn't feel any pain at all. This was natural; Artoria had clearly dissipated the force when she threw Asher to the ground, only tampering with the floor to make the throw appear powerful.
"To fulfill a wish."
She smiled, a smile Asher had never seen on Artoria's face before. It was like a king on a throne looking down at her subjects, or a lioness gazing at her prey.
"The biggest regret of my life was not acting more decisively back then, so I only have one wish."
Her aggressive lips pressed against Asher's. More than a kiss, it was an outlet for her frustration. Artoria was venting the anger and resentment she had held inside.
Back then, she was young and ignorant, completely fooled by Asher. He said he would wait until she grew up, he said it was for her own good, but what happened?
This guy was a complete liar, so she needed to atone for past regrets, and then.
Get fierce revenge on him!
She greedily licked Asher's lips, then her nimble tongue entwined with his.
Jeanne stared blankly at the scene, her face soon turning red.
Th-this was an utterly shameless scene! D-doing such things in a cathedral! Was this woman really King Arthur?!
And what kind of person was Ash? Why did these two seem to know each other?!
Numerous questions filled Jeanne's mind. She instinctively looked up. The Black Jeanne, who had worn a cruel smile, also looked a bit bewildered, staring blankly at the passionately kissing pair.
No, the one truly kissing passionately should be that King Arthur, the King Arthur she herself had summoned.
She told King Arthur to defeat these two, but she didn't tell King Arthur to defeat the enemy in this way!
At the same time, in Camelot Castle, the group of people were also completely stunned. Only Merlin was staring at the image with a sly look, seemingly quite entertained.
And as the group stared for a long time without regaining their composure, Lily was the first to snap out of her daze, looking up at herself in the image.
So that's it... So that's how it is.
It seemed she didn't get Ash in the end? That's why her image in the dream said her biggest regret was not acting more decisively.
Finally, she understood... She finally understood.
She couldn't believe Ash's words, otherwise she would regret it for a lifetime. She should do whatever she wanted to do.
That's right, once he wakes up... she should do whatever she wants to do!
Then again.
Did the other me kiss Ash, or did the woman in the image kiss him?
The girl fell into deep thought.
...
The Cathedral.
Artoria released his lips, looking at the bewildered young man, a wild and joyful smile on her face.
"Next time, it won't be this simple," she turned her head.
After all, she had no interest in doing such things in front of a crowd.
Whoosh!
The Spear of the Vanguard pierced Gilles's heart.
"Why?" Gilles looked down at the Spear of the Vanguard
in his chest, whispering again, "Why?"
He screamed like a madman, "What is your wish, answer me, King Arthur!"
"King Arthur...?" Artoria smiled. "Haven't I told you?"
She pointed at the young man beneath her and said softly, "He is King Arthur."
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