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Asher naturally knew exactly what the Knights of the Round Table were thinking, but he didn't stop them; instead, he chose to stay in the administrative office.
As for Lily, Asher himself felt he needed to see what was bothering her. From earlier in the room, Artoria had remained silent, not participating in the interrogation...
Of course, Asher was grateful that Lily didn't get involved in the interrogation, but he was still quite concerned about Artoria's worries.
"Lily, you've worked hard these past few days," Asher said. In any case, he needed to find a topic to slowly lead into.
"It's just serving the King, there's nothing hard about it," Artoria shook her head and looked up. "Do you have anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
Asher: "..." She gave him no opportunity to change the subject.
Actually, ever since a certain night, through chatting with Asher, Artoria's mental state had stabilized a lot.
At that time, if Uathach hadn't still been sleeping nearby, she would probably have taken down that useless fellow directly. It was precisely this incident that significantly stabilized Artoria's mental state and made her realize that she was still a very charming existence.
However, after seeing the dream Asher had, her mental state collapsed.
According to Merlin's explanation, the dream Asher had was similar to a future event. That is to say, she didn't end up with Asher even in the end. After finally becoming a Heroic Spirit, she was bold enough to kiss him. And then? That kiss was actually overwritten by a mere French village girl.
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed she had been hovering between being green and being greened for a very, very long time? Thinking this, Artoria became a bit withdrawn. Isn't this just a losing dog? And a golden-haired losing dog! The most crucial thing was that she was actually a "falling-from-the-sky" golden-haired losing dog.
Because Uathach and Asher were childhood friends, Scathach was Asher's Shishou, and Morgan le Fay had known Asher for a long time. Only Artoria met Asher later. Every day, they sparred and trained on the island.
After returning, Asher probably went into Shishou's embrace, with Sister's soft whispers nearby, and Morgan occasionally sent medicine or even White Dragon blood.
Only she, at that time, was entirely focused on martial arts. Whenever she saw Asher, she would draw her sword and say, "Come, let's spar!" All in all, Artoria's mind was filled with martial arts at that time.
After that, Artoria finally had her first crush, resorting to drugging him and even forcing herself on him, almost tying Asher up oh, it seems she already did that.
However it was as if an invisible wall blocked Artoria, by some unseen force. Whenever she was close to succeeding, a mysterious power would always stop her.
...The power of nature.
Thinking of this, Artoria silently stood up, ready to leave the administrative office. But then, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Asher. When she turned, she saw Asher say, "Lily, I don't know how much Britain has changed while I was unconscious these past few days.
Why don't you take me out to see?"
"Can't you let someone else take you?" Asher looked left and right. "There's no one else here, is there?" Artoria frowned, but didn't speak. Asher continued, "Besides, I want you to take me. Is that not allowed?" So, the girl nodded silently. Asher had said so much; there was no way she could refuse him now. And upon hearing
Artoria's reply, Asher secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, it seems there's still a chance to make amends. At least Lily won't ignore him directly.
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After leaving the administrative office, Asher and Artoria walked together through the palace, but he soon felt something was amiss. His gaze quickly fell on a certain treetop. A raven stood quietly there, its red eyes gazing towards them. Perhaps sensing it had been discovered by Asher, the raven swayed its body, turned around, and pretended to look at the scenery behind it.
Asher's mouth twitched slightly. Sister Morgan couldn't possibly think this would fool him, could she?
However, it wasn't convenient to expose Morgan now.
Asher quickly withdrew his gaze, letting it fall on a certain tower that seemed to emit a faint glow. That was the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, now transformed into a Tower of Radiance, illuminating Britain. Speaking of which, Lily seemed to have grown quite a bit. Asher subconsciously glanced at the girl beside him. He didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen her for too long, or what, but Artoria seemed much more mature than before. His gaze moved down from her delicate face, glanced at her ample chest, then subtly moved away.
Hmm... much more mature in every sense.
As the two walked silently out of the city gate, Asher looked around. Previously, due to Vortigern, Britain had experienced a massive earthquake, causing many city walls and residential houses to collapse. Now, reconstruction was accelerating.
However, there was no need to rush too much. With Vortigern gone, there was no need to worry too much about barbarians. Construction could proceed step by step. Anyway, there was no need to worry about a giant suddenly appearing and destroying the walls.
The concern was more about Artoria. What was bothering Lily? Was she embarrassed and ashamed because Uathach and others saw her kissing him in the dream, or did she have other troubles? But this kind of thing, it's really hard to ask... For some reason, Asher's intuition told him that if he asked now, Lily would completely explode. She now controlled the Holy Lance.
Although releasing a Noble Phantasm required the consent of more than half of the Knights of the Round Table, those knights were quite unreliable. They spoiled Artoria rotten; she would probably just say the word and they would immediately approve. So, Asher remained silent, allowing Artoria to lead him through towns and villages. For some reason, Asher felt very strange today.
He had an indescribable sense of incongruity.
Normally, when he went to town, the local residents would greet Asher, and there were always many people in town, but today, he barely saw anyone. It was truly strange.
"King Arthur, are you here for inspection today?" At this
moment, a hearty voice came from afar. Asher looked up and saw a middle-aged man. "You've worked hard. I have some fresh grapes here. Take them and share them with your lover!" As he spoke, he threw the grapes to Asher.
Asher subconsciously caught them. When he looked up again, the uncle had already darted into a narrow alley.
His escaping speed was astonishing. After a moment, Asher came to his senses and handed the grapes to Artoria: "Want some, Lily?"
Artoria silently took them and ate one. Asher couldn't help but smile knowingly at the sight. She could still eat, so it seemed she wasn't troubled to the extreme yet.
Artoria clearly noticed Asher's gaze. Her movements paused slightly, then she silently turned around. "I'm going back first." After speaking, she left as if fleeing, not giving Asher a chance to speak. Asher was a bit bewildered.
After a long time, he sighed, scratched the back of his head, and set off on the way back. It seemed that it wouldn't be easy to guide Lily.
As Asher left, in a certain alley, Gawain emerged from it. Looking at the departing figures of the two, he sighed, "It was a waste of effort after all." They had specially cleared the town in advance today, trying to bring the two together, but they returned before even entering the town.
"It seems we still have to let nature take its course," another knight's voice came from the shadows.
"Let nature take its course?" Gawain repeated, murmuring. It seemed that humans truly couldn't defy nature.
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When they returned to Camelot Castle, the sun was about to set. After lying in bed for several days, Asher felt stiff all over, and today's walk had loosened his limbs a bit. However, the thought that Artoria's matter hadn't been dealt with yet gave Asher a headache. He'd go find Sister Morgan later and ask her to help him find out what was bothering Lily. Asher pondered this as he walked down the corridor.
As he passed a certain room, his steps slowed slightly, his gaze falling on the door. He turned and knocked on the door. "Shishou, may I come in?" In the past, when he had worries, he would go to Scathach to confide in her, and Shishou always gave him good advice. For Asher, Scathach was truly a life mentor.
"Come in," a faint voice came from the room. Asher pushed open the door. Scathach was leaning against the window, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand. She turned to look at Asher, her beautiful red eyes seemingly more alluring than the red wine in her hand, making one instantly captivated.
"Was the daytime punishment not enough, so you specifically came to me tonight to continue receiving punishment, apprentice?" Scathach's lips curved slightly, her red eyes filled with teasing. "You're quite self-aware, aren't you," she continued.
"I just didn't know you were watching what happened in my dream..." Asher explained.
"That just shows what you're really thinking," Scathach beckoned with a finger. "Come here." Seeing her apprentice silently walk and stand beside her, Scathach couldn't help but chuckle, "When did you become so reserved? Do I have to tell you to sit before you dare to?" "Hmm... or are you hesitating to say you want to sit on me?" she added at the end, her tone hinting at teasing.
"I wasn't thinking that much!" Asher silently covered his face. Ever since their relationship was confirmed with Shishou, her attitude had become completely less dignified than before. Or rather, her private interactions and her demeanor during training were like two different people.
"You don't want to? Are you saying I'm old?" she asked with a playful smile. "I think you said something similar to that young girl named Jeanne in your dream, didn't you?"
"I never thought Shishou was old!" Asher said loudly.
"Then can I sit down?" he asked tentatively.
"Where do you mean sit?"
"Of course" Asher's voice trailed off slightly. Why is this conversation getting so weird? Come to think of it, it's been weird from the start! How could I sit on Shishou?
Even if someone were to sit, it should be Shishou sitting
on me no, that's not right either!
Scathach eyed Asher a few times, watching her apprentice's embarrassed expression, then smiled faintly and pointed to the spot beside her. "Sit here." After Asher sat down, Scathach again scrutinized him from head to toe, then raised her wine glass and took a sip of red wine, before extending the glass to Asher.
"Want some?" Asher shook his head. "Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol."
"Is that so? But I recall Morgan saying you'd had alcohol before," Scathach said leisurely. So, Asher silently took the wine glass. He actually wanted to talk about his worries, specifically about Artoria, but on second thought, before being a Shishou, she was also a woman. It seemed inappropriate to discuss such topics, so he remained silent.
But Scathach, as if reading Asher's thoughts, took the wine glass back from his hand and said, "Lily's state isn't quite right today." Asher looked up and said, "You noticed too, Shishou?"
Scathach smiled noncommittally. "I think everyone in the room noticed." After all, it was normal for her to feel embarrassed after a group of people saw her future self kissing Asher. However, the most crucial part wasn't the forced kiss, but the later kiss from the Saintess. The usually unwavering Knight Princess probably felt a rare sense of negativity and powerlessness, didn't she?
Whether in reality or in her dreams, she always seemed to be hovering between being in a love triangle and being cheated on, as if anything related to Asher was destined to fail no matter what she did.
But she couldn't help with that. After all Scathach turned slightly, scrutinizing Asher a few times. Perhaps it was because he rushed back, but his soft black hair was slightly disheveled. A hint of worry lingered on his face, and the red wine's luster shimmered in his slightly lowered eyes. He looked like a boy next door, his previous gentleness having faded considerably, replaced by the handsomeness and maturity of a grown man.
"You've really grown quite a bit," Scathach said softly.
At this point, it was hard to treat him as a child anymore.
"Apprentice," Scathach suddenly said. Asher turned to look. Scathach pressed his head, then leaned her lips against his, the red wine flowing from Scathach's mouth into Asher's throat. Seeing the boy's gradually widening pupils and surprised expression, a hint of pleasure flowed in Scathach's eyes. She held his head firmly, continuously transferring the liquid from her mouth into Asher's.
Earlier, Artoria in the dream had kissed her apprentice, and Jeanne had overwritten Artoria's kiss, so now she was overwriting Jeanne's kiss. Hmm... as for Lily's worries, she really couldn't help. After all, she was busy herself. Busy with copper refining... oh no, she should call it cultivating Shishou-disciple affection.
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