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Artoria stood silently in the training ground, sword in hand, continuously swinging and retracting. In the dim light, her emerald eyes remained bright and clear.
"Kay, aren't you her brother? Go talk some sense into her?" someone in the shadows whispered.
"I will, but can you perverts stop following Lily around?"
Kay jabbed Gareth behind him with an elbow, speaking without mercy. "Sneaking around after them from day till night, is this what a Knight of the Round Table does?
It's laughable."
"Weren't you also secretly following her?"
"I'm her brother. Our father, being old, entrusted me with Lily's care. It's perfectly normal for me to pay close attention to her romantic life," Kay immediately retorted. "And you lot? You've barely spoken to Lily before this, only working with her during the few days King Arthur was unconscious, right?"
"It only takes a day to understand someone," Gawain said. "She's an upright and beautiful girl, so I approve of
this marriage."
"Shut up, Gawain. No one here will believe the things you say when you're dating girls. Even Merlin wouldn't use such outdated lines anymore," a voice from the shadows reprimanded.
"There's something a bit unpleasant I'm not sure if I should say," Gawain scratched the back of his head.
"Go on," Lancelot glanced over. "Based on your words, I'll decide whether to act here."
"I think as long as you're handsome, everyone will enjoy listening, no matter how outdated your words are," Gawain chuckled.
"Fuck!" Although no one spoke, a single word must have appeared in many minds at that moment.
"Quiet down, if you keep making noise, we'll be discovered," Agravain said with a gloomy face. He felt that none of these knights were reliable.
Just then, the sound of a sword being drawn echoed from the shadows. Lancelot kept his word and actually drew
his sword.
"Who's there!"
Almost in that instant, the young girl who had been silently training in the distance suddenly turned her head towards a certain shadowy direction.
Then, she stepped towards the shadows.
"Oh no!"
"Retreat first!"
"Agravain, I'll leave this to you for now. Don't expose us."
Agravain was at the very front. By the time the others retreated, he was too late to leave, because the distant girl, holding the Sword in the Stone re-forged by Viviane, pointed it at the man in the shadows:
"Agravain, were you following me?"
Agravain looked left and right. The previously lively training ground was now empty.
A "?" slowly appeared above his head.
These bastards.
Recalling the scene where Artoria blasted Vortigern away with a single spear, Agravain couldn't help but feel more panicked, but fortunately, his years of being in the darkness and walking in the darkness allowed Agravain to maintain his gloomy expression. From the outside, he looked no different than usual.
He briefly composed himself and said, "I was a bit worried about you, so I came to check."
"I see." Artoria probably understood what Agravain
meant. She gently exhaled, then calmly said, "You go back first. I'm fine."
Agravain nodded slightly, secretly sighing in relief. Then, after taking a few steps towards the training ground's
exit, the girl's voice came from behind him.
"Lord Agravain, if you wanted to achieve your goal, what
would you choose to do?"
Agravain's steps paused slightly. Without turning back, he just said, "Achieve the goal by any means necessary."
"That doesn't sound like a knight," Artoria smiled helplessly.
"If you were a knight, and one day King Arthur married someone to be queen, could you bless him? I think if you were a knight, you would choose to sincerely bless King Arthur," Agravain said. "So as a knight, do you have such resolve?"
For a moment, a fierce glint appeared in Artoria's eyes, like a dragon's gaze, utterly ferocious.
Agravain's eyelids twitched slightly. He coughed lightly, suppressing the fear surging within him, and said, "That's all I'll say. How you decide is up to you."
He deeply gazed at Artoria, then with great difficulty, forced his almost immovable legs to move, compelling himself to leave the training ground. It wasn't until he was out that his body uncontrollably trembled.
Should I say she's truly the Red Dragon who was supposed to become King Arthur? What a terrifying aura.
However, her usual efficient way of doing things is also admirable... Agravain thought as he disappeared into the darkness.
In the training ground, after hearing Agravain's words, Artoria stood still, dazed.
It was a long time before her tense expression gradually
relaxed.
"I see," the girl murmured softly.
So that's it... she finally understood.
This was not the time to be passive.
That's right, her future self failed, but that doesn't mean her present self will also fail. Go find him now!
Artoria put away her sword, then stepped out of the training ground.
This time, no matter what Ash says, it's useless. She won't listen to anything he says. She has to show him her determination. After all, fate is meant to be broken.
Merlin once said that her pulling out the Sword in the Stone was fate, and that fate was broken by Asher. So now, she can also break this fate.
Although Artoria didn't realize it, Merlin's repeated talk of fate back then was just a provocation he used on Asher.
But at this moment, the girl didn't think that much. She had already committed herself, secretly determined that no matter what Asher said tonight, it wouldn't matter.
This time, he also had no excuse about not being an adult yet. Moreover, King Arthur's room wouldn't be disturbed, and... Ushas wasn't nearby either.
Thinking about it carefully, wasn't this a perfect opportunity?!
The more Artoria thought about it, the more she felt the blood flowing in her veins slowly boil, and her steps quickened significantly. Her emerald eyes seemed to gleam with a faint green light, like a wolf that had found its prey.
She finally arrived at Asher's room. She looked left and right, confirmed no one was secretly following her, then knocked on the door.
Then, she silently opened the door.
"Ash."
As she spoke, her gaze swept across the room.
Then, the blood that had been excitedly stirring from thoughts of what would happen next slowly calmed down. She bit her lip.
Asher wasn't in the room.
But at this hour, where could he have gone?
Could he be in older sister's room... or perhaps, Shishou's room?
She instinctively tightened her grip on the Sword in the Stone and walked away.
That direction was Scathach's room.
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