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Arriving at Morgan's room, Asher knocked on the door and then pushed it open while saying, "Is anyone here?"
Pushing the door open, Asher didn't see Morgan in the room.
"Princess Morgan, I think I saw her go to the garden earlier, King Arthur," a passing maid whispered. Asher thanked her, turned, and left the corridor, heading towards the garden.
In the garden. After walking along a small path for a while, Asher quickly spotted Morgan le Fay on a nearby bench. The woman clearly noticed Asher. She looked up slightly, a hint of surprise on her face, and chuckled softly, "You surprise me, coming to find me now."
"Why do you say it like I should be hiding from you..." Asher retorted weakly.
"Of course," Morgan was wearing a long black dress, her high heels tapping rhythmically on the ground, her gaze casually sweeping over Asher. "After all, I just punished you yesterday."
"Ah, could it be..." Morgan seemed to have thought of something, clapped her hand, her eyes widening slightly,
"Are you a masochist?"
"You're the masochist! I don't have such strange fetishes, nor any interest!" Asher's forehead was covered in black lines, and he said testily.
"Hmm..." Morgan pondered for a moment. "I think I might actually have a slight masochistic tendency." Asher: "..." Does this goddess have to make every conversation dead?
"Are you really not interested, Ash?" A tempting voice came from his ear, casually teasing his nerves. Asher was speechless for a while, then, suppressing the rising stirrings in his heart, he coughed lightly: "Sister Morgan, I have something serious to discuss with you."
Morgan observed Asher for a moment, her eyes carrying a faint smile. "Go on, I'm listening."
"Actually, I want to ask you for a favor..."
"A favor, huh..." Morgan tilted her head slightly, her platinum blonde hair seemingly glowing in the sunlight.
She blinked and said, "No problem, whatever your trouble, I can help you solve it." Asher's eyes lit up. "I want to ask you to help me undo the Geis you set before."
"Hmm, don't even think about the impossible."
"...Instant reply?!" Asher didn't know where to begin complaining.
"I should have told you, once a Geis is made, it cannot be broken, not even by the initiator," Morgan said leisurely.
"Didn't I only give you two vows back then? You've already succeeded in one. Why don't you just grit your teeth and fulfill the other one too? Then the vow will simply dissolve itself, won't it?"
Asher sighed sincerely, "Don't say it like it's as simple as eating and drinking!" Morgan paused, "It's not simple? Do you think marrying Lily is a very difficult thing?"
"This matter is fundamentally difficult!" "Difficult? You actually think marrying Lily is a difficult thing?"
Morgan suddenly laughed. She pulled Asher onto her lap, then naturally pressed her body completely against Asher's back, her hands resting on his shoulders. Like the Queen enticing Snow White to eat the poisoned apple, she said softly: "Ash, this isn't difficult at all. Go out and ask anyone now if they'd marry Lily. See if there's anyone who would refuse."
Asher: "..." One had to admit, Morgan had a point. With Lily's beauty and outstanding abilities, if someone were truly asked to marry her, it's likely no one would refuse.
"I remember the vow takes effect when you come of age, right? Which is roughly... hmm," Morgan rested her chin on Asher's shoulder, looking up and thinking for a while, appearing like an innocent little girl. She said, "The vow takes effect in less than a year, doesn't it?" Asher nodded gently. "So that's why you came to me?" Morgan murmured to herself thoughtfully.
"Sister Morgan, is there really no way?" Asher asked again. "You should know that Uathach and I are engaged, right?"
"It's fine," Morgan gently stroked Asher's head. "At times like these, courage is all you need to overcome difficulties." Asher was speechless again. From Morgan's expression, it was clear she was just fooling around.
Since things had come to this, directly asking Morgan would certainly have no effect. Asher had to try another method. He began, "If I really marry Lily, then what about you?"
"I'll still be the same as before, of course," Morgan said.
"Is that okay...?"
"Why not?" Morgan said matter-of-factly, "Does your marrying Lily have any necessary connection to me marrying you?"
"..." Asher felt that he simply couldn't communicate with Morgan. This goddess's thought process could never be guessed by a normal person's mind.
"Is there really no way to break the vow?"
"There is." In Asher's suddenly wide-eyed gaze, Morgan said, "The vow is broken once you're married." "Or," she paused slightly, gazing into Asher's eyes, "after marrying Lily, you can propose to separate. The vow will disappear then as well." Asher was silent. Isn't she just talking about running away from the marriage?
Agreeing to someone, then going back on your word and running away without a word... Isn't that despicable?
Looking at the speechless Asher, Morgan rubbed his face and asked, "Oh, right, last night Lily came to my room asking if you had been there. Did something happen?"
Hearing Morgan's words, Asher was clearly stunned for a moment, then he suddenly self-muttered, "So that's how it is." Lily decided to ambush him in his room only after confirming he wasn't in Scathach's or Morgan's room?
"Tell me the truth!" Morgan squeezed Asher's face hard.
"Before I get angry."
What is Morgan like when she's angry? Frankly, Asher didn't want to know. If this usually smiling woman truly got angry one day, the consequences would surely be severe.
"However, I can probably guess even if you don't say anything," Morgan continued, without waiting for Asher to speak. "Lily went to your room last night?" Seeing Asher's surprised look, Morgan just smiled, "Don't be surprised, I understand people's hearts better than all of you." If she didn't understand people's hearts, how could she manipulate them?
Morgan continued leisurely, "Lily is the kind of person who will go all the way to the end. Her personality is so serious it's a bit stubborn. If there's a wall in front, she'll probably smash it down." "Precisely because of that, I hope you marry Lily," Morgan said slowly, looking up at the clear blue sky.
Asher was the type of person with strong adaptability, but similarly, because of his strong adaptability to the environment, he also lacked initiative. If no one pushed him from behind, he probably wouldn't even move. Because of this, he needed someone to push him forward, and Lily was clearly more suited to play that role. As for her... of course, she would happily enjoy both of them from the rear.
"It's probably because of that dream of yours, right?"
Morgan suddenly said out of the blue. "Knowing her future self also failed, that's why she started getting anxious."
And then she wanted to finish what she hadn't done before... Hmm, what a cute little sister.
However, ordinary methods wouldn't work against this fish. She had been disturbed by Agravain more than once or twice before, and the risks had to be eliminated. So... she had to use some extreme methods.
As if thinking of certain scenarios, Morgan nodded slightly, revealing a mischievous smile. For some reason, looking at Morgan's smile, Asher suddenly had an indescribable sense of crisis.
"You want to break the vow?" At this moment, he suddenly heard Morgan ask. Asher hesitated for a moment and said, "Didn't you say the vow can't be
broken?"
"Normally, it can't be broken," Morgan smiled. "But I'm a goddess. If I want to do something, there's nothing I can't do." Morgan first gestured for Asher to sit to the side, then stood up and tilted her head to look at him: "If you want to break the vow, then come find me tonight."
After speaking, she raised her hand and stretched, a queen's laziness exuding from her. She walked towards the garden exit, and as if she remembered something, her steps paused slightly, and she turned back and said, "I won't wait past the appointed time."
...
Asher scratched his forehead, somewhat bewildered, as he watched Morgan le Fay leave. Then he frowned. He had a feeling Morgan was plotting something. But there was nothing else he could do. For the sake of the vow, he had to go tonight no matter what. Anyway, it wouldn't kill him, so there was no need to worry too much.
Thinking this, Asher stood up and walked towards the administrative office.
As soon as he arrived at the administrative office, he saw several Knights of the Round Table diligently calculating something. When they saw Asher, they all stood up. Asher scanned the room, then casually asked, "Lily, didn't she come over today?"
"She seemed to have left on some urgent matter a moment ago... King Arthur, don't you know where she went?" Lancelot hesitated for a moment and asked. Asher shook his head helplessly, "I don't know."
"After last night... weren't you two together?" Kai looked
up, his face full of gossip. This shouldn't be, logically, after forming that kind of relationship with a girl, they should want to stick together for a while, right? But Artoria had no expression at all when she came to the administrative office today, looking as if her heart was dead, which was truly perplexing.
Asher glanced at Kai, not saying a word. At this moment, Agravain muttered gloomily, "Not satisfied?" In an instant, the expressions of the few people in the room became somewhat strange.
Asher's eyelid twitched. He looked at Gawain, who was still buried in his work, then turned his gaze to Agravain and said warmly, "Sir Agravain, you and Sir Gawain have a very good relationship, right? I also know you can't bear to let him handle so many state affairs alone, so I'm entrusting it to both of you."
Agravain froze, his eyes subtly changing. So many state affairs, he might not even finish them by nightfall! His mouth was slightly open, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard Asher ask again, "No problem?"
"...Yes." So, a group of Knights of the Round Table rejoiced
that they hadn't spoken too much, and cast sympathetic glances at Agravain. It wasn't until Asher left that Gawain finally looked up, his face full of smiles, and said, "Come on, Agravain, let's work hard together and deal with these state affairs!" Agravain's eyelid twitched slightly. After a long moment, he let out a sigh, and his myriad words finally formed into one.
F**!*
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After patrolling the city wall repair site, Asher walked to the training ground and, as usual, trained under Scathach's guidance. Actually, Asher just thought he might see Artoria at the training ground since he hadn't seen her all day, but unfortunately, Asher hadn't seen Artoria yet today. As for training, he wasn't distracted.
In fact, according to Scathach, Asher's spear Shishouy had reached a bottleneck. Scathach said that no matter what kind of martial art, the ultimate goal was "extreme," the so-called peak.
That was the ultimate limit of spear Shishouy, and also the limit of martial arts. But that was a level that could no longer be reached by teaching and talent; it relied more on comprehension.
That kind of thing couldn't be forced, and Asher was quite open about it, not being too fixated.
After training, Asher returned to his room. Just as he lay down, he suddenly remembered what Morgan had said that morning, so he left the room and went to Morgan's room. He was a bit confused as to why it had to be at night.
Did the Death Goddess get a bonus at night? Like Gawain, who had three times his strength during the day and was practically invincible unless heavily wounded, but once the sun set, the invincible Gawain fell. So, by analogy, did the Death Goddess also have a similar buff?
Asher knocked on the door, and upon hearing a "Come in" from inside the room, he pushed the door open. A sweet scent filled the room, making one's head a little hazy.
Morgan le Fay sat cautiously at the head of the bed, her head bowed, her hands gently clasped together on her lap.
Asher didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt an indescribable sense of strangeness. However, he didn't think much of it. After all, with Morgan's power, even if she couldn't instantly kill him, if she really wanted to do something, Asher would basically not resist, so there was
no need for precautions.
"Sister Morgan, I'm here," Asher said. Morgan le Fay's slightly trembling shoulders gradually steadied. She raised her head and calmly said, "Sit here." She pointed to the head of the bed next to her. Asher nodded and sat where Morgan indicated. It was probably some kind of ritual; after all, undoing such a vow would likely require considerable effort.
"And then?" Asher looked up and asked.
"Then..." Morgan lifted her moist eyes and whispered,
"Close your eyes." Why does that sound less like a normal ritual? Remembering some of Morgan's words today, Asher's heart suddenly raced. He obediently closed his eyes. "And then, Sister Morgan?" he asked again. But Asher's answer was the crisp, pleasant sound of handcuffs. Then, warm, sweet breath wafted over him, and Asher suddenly opened his eyes.
"And then, be quiet." A soft voice came from his ear, followed by the woman's unrestrained kiss. This time, he didn't even have a chance to resist, as his hands were already cuffed by the handcuffs Morgan had deliberately placed in the room. The face of the girl before him gradually changed, revealing a pure and alluring face, with golden strands of hair gently swaying. Asher's eyes slowly widened.
It's an illusion?! Asher's gaze solidified on Artoria. As if sensing Asher's confusion, Artoria said faintly, "This is the method Imperial Sister told me. My future self failed, so as long as it's not me... if I were Imperial Sister, then it would be fine."
"I think the result will be the same," Asher said somewhat helplessly. After all, it was just an illusion; how could it change the future? Logically, that should be the case.
"We'll know in a moment," Artoria's delicate cheeks were flushed with shame, but she still managed to remain calm. Just calm down, only one last step... just a little bit more.
"Do you have any thoughts now?" She pressed against Asher's chest, straddled him, looking down at him from above, gently tugging at the thin strap on her shoulder, and softly asked. "Tell me the truth." Her eyes were as authoritative as an empress. Under her forceful demeanor and gaze, Asher gently nodded: "...Yes."
Thus, very rarely, Artoria's lips curved into a charming arc.
"I hope your White Dragon body can support you until dawn."
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