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The ball continued, surrounded by people. Polite nobles embraced their beloved ladies or newly met girls, gracefully dancing in an ocean of dance. Whether it was Merlin's illusion or actual magic, the entire hall seemed to be bathed in a shimmering golden light, breathtakingly beautiful.
Asher held the girl's waist, his other hand resting on hers. Although Morgan Le Fay had taught him to dance once before, he couldn't remember anything after just one lesson.
Moreover, his mind wasn't on dancing at all earlier; his movements were entirely guided by Morgan.
For some reason, this time Morgan was no longer leading Asher in the dance. The girl's movements were gentle, and she was clearly very skilled at dancing. Yet, this skilled dancer had been stepped on twice by Asher, and so, her eyes now looked at Asher with a hint of resentment.
"You don't know how to dance at all, do you?"
She looked up at Asher, with golden hair, a delicate small face, and eyes filled with resentment.
This was the same face Asher had seen earlier, but her words made Asher pause.
"You should know I'm terrible at dancing. More importantly, I'm concerned about something else," Asher said, awkwardly dancing with the girl, about to ask about the "foreign tribes," but he was interrupted by the girl, who spoke with a touch of annoyance.
"What you should be more concerned about right now is why you keep stepping on my foot. Are you doing it on purpose?"
Asher's dance steps paused slightly. He tried to say, "I think it's much better than before, isn't it?"
Earlier, he had stepped on Morgan Le Fay's foot several times, but she didn't complain at all, fully demonstrating the image of a "gentle big sister." But now, she was like a resentful little girl, her demeanor suddenly completely changed.
"Wait..." Asher suddenly realized something, his dance steps slowly stopping as he looked at the girl in front of him.
"You're not Sister Morgan, are you?"
Could it be that when the scene darkened just now, everyone's appearance had changed again?
"Sister Morgan? Are you referring to Princess Morgan?" The girl's earlier annoyance immediately subsided quite a bit. She carefully stared at Asher's face, "Could it be that you're really Arthur?"
She had thought that everyone's appearance would change here, but now it seemed that while everyone else's appearance did change, King Arthur's did not.
Asher saw the girl's skeptical gaze and immediately realized he had made a blunder. Fortunately, he hadn't mentioned the foreign tribes, or it could have caused a major disaster.
Speaking of which, was it Merlin or Morgan who was playing tricks? With everyone changing appearances like this, who knew who was who?!
Thinking that he had just stepped on an unfamiliar woman twice, and then pulled her to dance with him without explanation, Asher felt even deeper remorse.
"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person earlier. I'm really sorry for stepping on you just now."
He finished speaking and was about to let go, but the girl in front of him instead gripped Asher's hand tighter, her eyes slightly brightening, "You really are Arthur, aren't you?"
Although she asked, she had already confirmed her guess was correct.
This was actually not difficult to guess. From his every move earlier, combined with Asher's address to Morgan, and the crown on his head, if all of this wasn't an illusion, there wouldn't be a second person in this world wearing such a crown.
"It's me." As Asher nodded, his gaze was still scanning his surroundings. The immediate priority was to find Morgan and ask her where the foreign tribes she mentioned were hiding.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Morgan; he just didn't want everything to be solved by her. He wanted to help a little too.
Asher suddenly felt his hand being held by another cold, small hand. She continued to dance. Asher subconsciously followed the girl's lead and her dance steps. When he looked at the girl in confusion, he found that she was also looking at him.
"Although I don't know why you're looking for Princess Morgan right now, standing idly here is quite conspicuous," the girl reminded him. "Besides, in a masked ball like this, finding one person is almost impossible, isn't it? Can't you look for her later?"
Although he was reluctant to admit it, just as this girl said, in this hall, everyone's appearance was not their own. Finding one person in such a place was simply as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Speaking of which, where were Shishou and my sister now?
Asher couldn't help but wonder.
"Are you in such a hurry because of some difficulty?" the girl asked tentatively, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Asher shook his head: "It's not really a difficulty."
"Who are you?" He looked at the girl in front of him, changing the subject, as there was no point in discussing such matters with an unfamiliar woman.
"When asking someone's name, it's a gentlemanly practice to state your own name first," the girl said with a faint smile on her small face, "Your way of speaking and behavior don't seem like a noble's, Arthur."
Not "not like a noble," but simply not a noble at all.
"Nice to meet you, I am Guinevere." The girl looked at Asher, who seemed to be still thinking about something, guiding him to continue dancing. A gentle smile appeared on her small face, "Although my current face is that of an unfamiliar woman, please remember my name. In return, I will forgive your previous rudeness."
Her every move exuded the elegance that a true noble princess should possess. She maintained a gentle smile on her face, unlike Morgan or anyone else; it was a genuine gentleness, capable of giving such an impression even at first sight.
Guinevere? Wasn't she King Leodegrance's daughter? Why was she here? And looking at this, wasn't this the Queen of King Arthur?!
Asher was secretly startled.
Although history seemed to have changed somewhat, he didn't know how much.
Would Guinevere really end up becoming his Queen?
And just as Asher was in this daze, he accidentally stepped on the girl's shoe again.
"Sorry," he immediately came back to his senses, subconsciously apologizing. He glanced at the girl again; her face still held a gentle smile, and she merely shook her head, indicating she didn't mind.
Indeed, now was not the time to think. He should think about these things after the ball.
Asher collected his thoughts and continued to coordinate with Guinevere's dance steps. In their silent cooperation, Asher discovered a magical thing.
His dancing seemed to have become somewhat presentable.
The girl in front of him seemed to have some kind of magic. While his dancing with Morgan earlier was not good at all, now he could feel that as he cooperated with the girl's movements, his own movements improved significantly.
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