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"So why did it turn out like this?"
Asher stood in the hall, feeling a bit dazed.
The hall before him seemed to have suddenly transformed into an ocean of dance. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized something very serious.
He had no idea how to dance!
Uh... if he had to say, did calisthenics count?
Like Young Eagles Taking Flight or Dancing Youth...
But on second thought, with everyone else dancing elegantly, if he started doing calisthenics in the crowd... it might be better to just stand there and stare blankly.
And with Morgan doing this, he couldn't find Shishou or his sister at all...
Asher's gaze swept across the crowd of nobles, but clearly, due to Morgan's previous magic, he couldn't recognize anyone now.
"May I have this dance?" A gentle voice came from beside him.
Asher turned his head, and his expression instantly became one of despair.
"Why are you here?"
"You know who I am?" The person asked, quite surprised.
"This obnoxious aura, this smiling face, and these frivolous eyes, there's probably no one else like it in the entire world." Asher looked at the unfamiliar man in front of him ā Merlin.
"That's quite clever," Merlin praised, "Or have we only met a few times, and you're already so fixated on me?"
"Why are you here?" Asher couldn't be bothered with Merlin's words.
"Of course I'd come to such a grand ball," Merlin said with an annoying, bright smile, "After all, I'm the one who organized this ball."
"You organized it?" Asher looked at Merlin in surprise. "You're actually helping Morgan?"
"Oh dear, oh dear, speaking of that..." Merlin scratched his head, looking a bit troubled, "Actually, I should have said it before, I want to appreciate beautiful things..."
"Simply put, you want to see pretty girls?" Asher said concisely.
"Has anyone ever told you that speaking so bluntly is very annoying?" Merlin said after a moment of silence.
"You're the first." Asher shook his head, then saw Merlin extend his hand, and his eyes immediately became wary.
"You're not serious, are you?"
Dancing with a tall man at a ball, and most importantly, this man is nearly 1.8 meters tall! 1.8 meters!
Although his current appearance wasn't Merlin's true form, the person he had "transformed" into was clearly a very tall man.
As a result, Asher and Merlin stood out too much in comparison. Asher was only taller than Artoria now, but compared to such a tall person, the difference was huge.
Merlin stared at Asher intently, nodding very seriously.
"Of course I'm just teasing you."
Asher turned to look around, seemingly searching for something.
"What are you looking for?" Merlin asked caringly.
"I'm looking for where I put my sword." Asher genuinely wanted to stab this irritating guy right now to vent his rapidly escalating anger.
"Being so petty won't make you King Arthur, you know," Merlin shrugged, "But what you just said, I found quite interesting. Building a port, engaging in trade with other countries after unifying Britain in the future... It's amazing you could think of such things."
"It's just drawing on the wisdom of predecessors," Asher shook his head. "And it might not even work. I just said it because I had the idea at the time."
"More importantly, what do you want?" He looked up at Merlin as he finished speaking.
"I told you, I'm just here to enjoy the beautiful scenery," Merlin turned to look somewhere, "and incidentally, to maintain this ball until it ends."
"Is this an illusion?" Asher muttered thoughtfully.
"Yes, and no," Merlin said vaguely, then suddenly reached out to a passing girl.
"Miss, may I have the honor of dancing with you?" He looked polite, yet for some reason, he gave off a frivolous impression.
The girl smiled and nodded, walking up to Merlin.
Then she bypassed Merlin and extended her hand towards Asher, "Arthur, would you like to dance with me?"
Asher glanced at Merlin, then at the girl in front of him.
She looked unfamiliar, seemingly a foreign visitor, but perhaps not, given that the hall was currently under some kind of magic, and everyone's appearance might not be their true one.
"I'm not very good at dancing," Asher politely refused.
In reality, he wasn't just "not very good"; he couldn't dance at all.
"It's alright, I can teach you," the girl still didn't give up, continuing with a smile.
Since the other party had already said so, Asher really couldn't refuse. Moreover, he was supposed to be the bait today. If he refused too much, it might arouse the suspicion of the foreign tribes.
Yes, if he wasn't mistaken, the foreign tribes had probably already infiltrated this magnificent hall.
Even knowing it was a trap, the foreign tribes wouldn't miss this opportunity. This was the closest they had ever been to King Arthur. If he didn't participate in battles after this ball and instead commanded from the palace, the foreign tribes would be helpless against Asher.
As long as they could capture one or two foreign tribesmen, they would have a way to extract the names of the traitors, that's what Morgan Le Fay said.
So now, all he had to do was wait for the fish to bite.
Asher thought of this and could only nod, extending his hand to shake the girl's.
"Then I'll be going," Asher waved his hand, leaving under Merlin's gaze.
"Oh dear, oh dear, is King Arthur really more popular?" Merlin rubbed his head in distress, his gaze sweeping around, quickly settling on another girl.
Anyway, no one recognized him now, so it didn't matter what he did.
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Meanwhile.
"I'm sorry."
Asher apologized profusely.
This was already the sixth time he had apologized, as he had stepped on this unknown girl's foot several times from just now until now.
It was fortunate that this girl had strong psychological fortitude or was polite enough, maintaining a smile on her face, seemingly completely unconcerned by Asher's foot movements.
"No, it's fine," the unfamiliar girl in front of him shook her head with a smile, "After all, I invited you to dance. But it seems you don't know how to dance at all."
Asher nodded silently, following the girl's dance steps. Although a bit awkward, he was still dancing. As long as the attention wasn't focused on him, his clumsy dancing wouldn't be noticed.
"Haven't you learned to dance before?" the girl asked.
"Did your Shishou not teach you anything else besides martial arts?"
"Shishou is quite busy, so she usually doesn't have time to teach so many things," Asher shook his head, not delving deeper into the topic.
He was reluctant to share things about Scathach with others.
"I see," the girl said with a look of understanding, "I heard King Uther's daughter is very well trained, isn't she? Didn't you ask her to teach you?"
"Princess Morgan? You've heard her name too?" Asher asked in surprise.
"Of course," the girl said with a smile, "She's a kind girl, and she seems to know a lot of things. I think you can ask her for guidance in the future."
"...You're Morgan, aren't you?" Asher asked, utterly speechless.
"You should add 'Big Sister' to that, you know," the girl in front of him said with a smile.
It really was Morgan...
Upon hearing this, Asher was certain that this seemingly unfamiliar girl was indeed Morgan Le Fay.
"Why did you suddenly come looking for me? Aren't you searching for the foreign tribes? Do you have any news already?" Asher asked, coordinating with Morgan Le Fay's dance steps.
"Can't Big Sister have a dance with you first before continuing the search?" Morgan sighed, "Do you think it's that easy to find them? But I do have some leads now."
"How many people from the foreign tribes are in the hall?" Asher's heart pounded, and he quickly asked.
"I've only found two suspicious individuals so far, but I can't confirm yet. I'll make a move once I've confirmed. Don't worry, your Shishou is keeping an eye on you, so you don't need to worry about your safety."
Just as she said this, the hall suddenly darkened, and Asher felt his vision completely disappear.
When the light returned, Morgan Le Fay had already released his hand and floated away lightly: "Just take care of yourself. I'll go confirm if they're enemies."
"Wait a moment!" Asher's heart pounded, and he quickly stepped forward, trying to grab Morgan's hand. But at this moment, the next dance song had already begun, and people started a new round of dancing. Asher had to weave around, finally breaking through this "defense line."
Where is she? Where did Big Sister Morgan disappear to?
Asher's gaze swept around, landing on a familiar back.
It was the girl he had just danced with.
Asher stepped forward and grabbed the girl's wrist, asking in a low voice, "Sister Morgan, where exactly are those two people you mentioned?"
The girl was stunned, seemingly not reacting to Asher's actions.
Asher looked at the people around them who had started dancing again, then took the girl's hand.
"Never mind, this is too obvious. Let's dance the previous dance again. Tell me what you found out."
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