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Waking up the next day, Asher sat in the administrative office, processing accounts, though he was clearly somewhat distracted. This was understandable; Asher had been incredibly annoyed by the matter of choosing a queen for the past two days.
Of course, he knew he should choose a queen, but the problem was, how old was he right now? Not even eighteen! Asher felt that he wasn't in a hurry, so why were the people below him so eager? Were they wishing their King would be dismembered and hung on the city walls? Hmm... if he became a White Dragon, there would be more to divide.
In any case, all of this stemmed from the culprit, the one who first spread the news that King Arthur should choose a queen Merlin. ...I might as well resign in two years. Asher suddenly thought. Over the past year, everyone had witnessed Artoria's capabilities, and Morgan's abilities had also gained recognition from others.
Whether he passed the throne to Lily or Morgan, it would certainly be fine. Hmm, it's decided! This way, he wouldn't have to marry a queen, and no one would pressure him to get married. Good, as long as he wasn't King Arthur, he wouldn't have to worry so much.
Although parents often start frantically pushing for
marriage when their children reach a certain age, Asher wouldn't have this problem. Asher remembered that in his previous life, basically everyone he knew, as soon as they graduated from high school and entered university for less than a year, their parents would start pushing them to find a girlfriend, and then they'd start nagging as soon as they got home... But Asher didn't have to worry about this. Scathach was both a teacher and a mother to him... oh, she could even be called a lover, but Scathach would definitely not push him to marry.
After all, if Scathach hadn't delayed for several years, there probably wouldn't be Asher as King Arthur now. If he had married Uathach, Asher would probably still be a lazy bum in the Land of Shadows right now. But actually, using Scathach's method could also give him some peace for a while.
Currently in Britain, many people believed that Asher hadn't found a queen yet because he hadn't found someone he liked. That's why many nobles were strongly recommending their daughters. But if he even rejected Scathach's request in two days, it should curb many nobles' little schemes.
A perfect plan! First, the meeting in two days to discuss the integration of various tribes into Britain. After that, Scathach, as a goddess, would declare her love for the King. Asher would then firmly reject her, stating that he had no intention of choosing a queen because he was concerned about the country and worried about the people.
In short, he was concerned about the nation and its citizens, and only when Britain was completely stable would he consider the position of queen. In short, just delay, and keep delaying! Delay for a year or two, and once Britain's internal affairs were completely stable, he would directly resign. He would quit.
By then, Lily and Morgan's reputations should be thoroughly known to the people. Passing the throne to one of them wouldn't be a big problem. Then he could live freely as a lazy bum, basking in the sun and enjoying the breeze when he had nothing to do, chatting with his Shishou when he was tired, with his sister sitting nearby, occasionally interjecting a few words.
Thinking about it, it sounded quite pleasant. Although Asher didn't seem to consider that if he truly let Morgan or Artoria become King Arthur, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to leave Britain.
"What are you smiling about?" A girl's voice suddenly came from beside him. Asher looked up. The blonde girl sat at the table, her long, smooth legs crossed, looking down at Asher with a bewildered expression. This was Artoria, but her growth this past year had been so exaggerated that Asher was still somewhat shocked whenever he saw her now.
As for the reason... it was mainly because he felt a bit dizzy from her. Moreover, Asher was sitting in a chair, so looking up from below, the visual impact was even stronger, feeling like his eyes were almost blurred.
Her heart was almost on par with Morgan's; if it continued to develop like this, it might even surpass Morgan's. However, Asher also contributed to her rapid development. Such a heart would probably be more suitable to be king than Morgan's?
"Ash, did you hear me?" Artoria frowned slightly, raising her hand and waving it in front of Asher's eyes.
"Heard you, heard you," Asher retracted his gaze, shaking his head and saying, "I was just thinking about something boring." He then asked, "Is there something you need?"
"I'm going to the training ground later, so I came over to see if you wanted to go too." Artoria finished speaking and then looked at Asher again, as if waiting for Asher
to say, "Then let's go together."
Asher's work was almost done as well; the rest could just be handed over to Agravain. So he stood up, walked around the table to Artoria's side, and said, "Let's go then." He added, "But I might not be able to train for long today." Scathach had told Asher last night to remember to go see her this evening to prepare the plan in advance, so he still had to make a trip to Scathach's place later.
"Why?" The girl asked while following Asher out of the administrative office. Asher sighed, "Not in the mood."
She looked puzzled for a moment, then a slight realization dawned on her face, and a faint smile played at the corners of her lips, "Is it about the queen?"
"What else could it be besides that?" Asher effortlessly leaped from the side of the long corridor, with Artoria following closely behind.
"You have indeed seemed quite troubled lately," Artoria said softly. Even the straightforward Lily can sense it, so have I been too obvious lately? Asher thought to himself.
After all, Artoria was the type of person who rarely paid attention to the moods of those around her. She focused more on the bigger picture rather than on individuals.
The fact that such a rigid girl could sense it was enough to prove the point.
"I feel like you were just thinking bad things about me," Artoria suddenly said with a frown.
"..." Lily is terrifying! This intuition is too frightening!
Asher remained outwardly calm, but his heart was already in shock. He had long known that Artoria's intuition was sharp, but he never expected that even his thoughts could be perceived. This intuition was too exaggerated.
Perhaps seeing Asher silent for a long time, Artoria sped up and caught up to Asher's side, turning her head to ask, "Was I right?"
"Uh... it's not like I was speaking ill of you," Asher said as if waking from a dream, immediately changing the subject. "I was just thinking about the throne, about whether I should hand it over to you or Sister Morgan later."
"Eh?" Artoria's steps slowed slightly, and the expression on her face was also a little stiff. "Why?"
"I think I said it a long time ago, didn't I? I prefer a freer life."
"So you want to transfer the throne in the future?" Artoria murmured to herself.
"Yes, so I'll be relieved if you or Sister Morgan can inherit the throne in the future... Oh, no, it should be Sister Morgan inheriting it, right?" Asher muttered to himself. After all, Morgan originally wanted him to pull out the Sword in the Stone because she didn't want her younger sister to be king. Now, pushing Lily onto the throne again clearly wasn't very suitable.
Artoria hesitated for a moment, then softly said, "Actually... I can do it too." Asher was stunned, "You don't dislike it?"
"If you truly plan to step down from this position in the future, then someone will have to inherit your will, right? Besides, I suddenly feel that being king is quite good," Artoria said, looking up at the end of her sentence. "After all, I can marry a queen."
Asher froze. Wait, why does that sound wrong?
Becoming King Arthur means marrying a queen?
"Let's go." Artoria quickly regained her usual calm and walked ahead into the training ground, pulling Asher back to reality.
"Lily, what did you mean just now?" Asher couldn't help but follow and ask. He was genuinely curious. King Arthur marrying a queen? Who was Lily planning to marry?
Artoria remained silent, looking towards Scathach in the distance.
"Lily," Asher called again.
"Don't you understand?" Artoria turned and gazed into Asher's eyes. "If I were King, then you would be Queen."
"..." Asher stood dumbfounded for a moment. If that happened, what would be the point of me giving the throne to Lily?
"Even if you transfer the throne to Imperial Sister, she'll probably make the same choice," Artoria said again.
Asher had nothing to say, so he could only sigh, "Then what's the point of me transferring the throne later?"
"There is," the girl suddenly smiled.
"Oh?"
"You can experience the novelty of serving a King."
Hmm... why does that sound even worse than him being King Arthur right now? At least now he could use his status as King to suppress Lily and Sister Morgan. If their identities were swapped... it would feel even more troublesome. Having reached this conclusion, Asher rubbed his forehead and sighed.
Whoosh! From a distance, a red spear came hurtling towards Asher. Asher reacted extremely quickly, raising his hand and catching the red spear, then looking up. The woman in the tight suit casually twirled another red spear in her hand, then, after a brief swing, threw it towards Asher again.
Shishou is truly... if I'm not careful, wouldn't my head get a hole in it? Asher complained inwardly, raised the red spear in his hand, and threw it back. The tips of the two red spears collided, sparking dazzling fire, then fell limply to the ground.
"Shishou, what if I was daydreaming just now?" Asher said with some complaint. Scathach raised her tiptoe, picking up both red spears, and said with a smile, "Then I would summon you as a spirit from the abyss of the Land of Shadows."
"Wouldn't I still be dead?!" Scathach smiled and shook her head, saying, "No, your recovery ability is so strong now, how could you die in one go?"
"By the way, what were you two talking about just now?" she then asked. She changed the subject so easily...
"It was about the throne," Artoria replied. "Ash said he wants to hand over the throne to me or Imperial Sister in the future." So that's it. Scathach's eyes slightly dawned.
That made sense. Asher was a member of the Land of Shadows regardless, and he had made a vow before. It was quite normal for him to hand over the throne to
someone else someday.
"That goddess isn't very suitable for managing a country," Scathach said. She was naturally referring to Morgan le Fay. "Lily, on the other hand, is quite good."
Asher's expression immediately became a bit subtle.
Good, yes... but only if she doesn't have that terrifying idea of marrying me as her queen.
"Why are you suddenly silent? Do you think Lily isn't good enough?" Scathach eyed Asher with curiosity. "Even though Lily is still quite young, you must have seen her abilities, right?"
"Hmm, very impressive," Asher nodded and said.
"Then why do you have such a subtle expression?"
"It's just the queen... never mind, it's nothing." Asher shook his head. Lily's idea itself was unrealistic, and there was no point in saying it out loud.
"Queen, huh..." However, after a brief thought, a
meaningful smile appeared on Scathach's face. She looked at her disciple beside her, then nodded. "Hmm... I think I understand."
Ah? Shishou, you understand? You're that perceptive?
Scathach did not elaborate further, but closed her mouth and said no more. She, of course, knew what Artoria was thinking. If it weren't for her daughter, the Land of Shadows might not have only a Queen now.
After a brief chat, Asher began his usual training for the day. His spear skills had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time. Further breakthroughs wouldn't come from more training, but from enlightenment. However, Asher wanted to further hone his swordsmanship and other weapons, not to Shishou them, but at least to have an understanding.
After the training, Scathach had also just finished sparring with Artoria. Asher was about to sit down and rest, but suddenly, someone gently patted his shoulder from behind.
"I think I just heard you say you want to hand over the throne later?" Asher was almost startled by the sudden voice. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief after turning around and seeing who it was. When will Sister Morgan appear normally? Clearly, Morgan had been hiding somewhere, eavesdropping, and only revealed herself now.
"Can you appear normally next time?"
"I appeared quite normally, and I called you several times from behind," Morgan said innocently, tidying her skirt as she sat down next to Asher.
"Why didn't I hear anything?" Asher wondered.
"Hmm... maybe because I was calling in my mind?"
"Can you just call out loud next time!" Asher said helplessly.
"Hmm, we'll talk about that next time. Let's not talk about it now." Morgan crossed her legs and said leisurely, "You want to transfer the throne, which I'm sure you've thought deeply about, so I won't try to persuade you. As for the position of King Arthur, you can give it to me if you want."
Asher's expression was quite wary as he looked at the woman beside him and said, "You're not serious about your previous joke, are you?" Morgan had previously said she would marry her younger sister and then marry Asher as her husband.
"Oh dear, oh dear, how could that be? I'm not the type of person who likes to coerce others. I'll definitely respect your wishes," Morgan said with a bright smile. However, frankly, when Asher saw her smile, he felt even more uneasy. This position... for now, I'll just keep it.
Morgan blinked, saying very innocently, "Don't you believe me?"
"If you spoke without such a disgusting tone, it might be more convincing," Scathach's voice calmly chimed in.
Morgan looked up, her eyes slightly narrowed, and soon a gentle smile appeared on her face: "I wasn't talking to you, Scathach, was I?"
"I wasn't talking to you either, this is just a small suggestion," Scathach smiled casually, "Listen or not, it's up to you."
"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, I definitely won't listen." Morgan stood up, "But if you can beat me, perhaps I'll consider listening to your advice."
"I had that in mind too, what a coincidence." Scathach tightened her grip on her weapon. Although she was an annoying goddess, having someone she could spar with was a good way to pass the time.
Watching the two step into the training ground, Artoria turned and asked, "Aren't you going to do anything about them?"
"It's fine... nothing will happen." Asher said, looking up at the sky. It was dusk. He stood up.
"Where are you going?" Artoria asked. Asher paused slightly: "I have something to deal with." According to their original agreement, he was now going to Scathach to discuss their plan.
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