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"Although the process was a bit unpleasant, the final impression was still very good, Arthur."
As the dance ended, Guinevere released her hand and lightly vanished from Asher's gaze. Before she disappeared, she cast one last look back at him.
"That forceful approach you used earlier suits you quite well, you know." At the end, a hint of teasing finally flashed in her gentle eyes for the first time. She walked away with her hands behind her back, completely disappearing.
She really does have the temperament of a young girl.
Asher couldn't help but think.
But that wasn't surprising. Based on the current timeline, Guinevere was probably only sixteen or seventeen, so it was normal for her to have some childishness.
Speaking of which, why did all these people enjoy teasing others so much? Uathach and Morgan were one thing, but why did even the seemingly gentle Guinevere have such a playful side?
Could it be that all girls are like this?
Asher looked at the nobles still dancing gracefully, but his mind was on these irrelevant thoughts.
It wasn't that he didn't want to find Morgan quickly, but thinking calmly, just as Guinevere said, it was impossible to find someone in a place like this unless that person actively sought him out.
Perhaps I can find Sister Morgan based on her aura?
Asher suddenly thought.
Just like Merlin earlier, even though the other person didn't look like Merlin, Asher could recognize their identity at a glance. This was a quality etched into one's being that couldn't be hidden no matter how one changed their appearance.
Thinking of this, Asher's gaze swept over the faces of the nobles one by one.
If he thought carefully about what Sister Morgan's usual expressions and aura were like, he might not be able to find her, but he could at least filter out a few priority candidates.
Asher's gaze soon settled on a certain woman.
Sister Uathach?
No... it wasn't Uathach. Although the other person looked like Uathach now, that aura of seemingly smiling eyes yet completely disregarding her surroundings was more like his Shishou.
As if sensing Asher's gaze, Uathach turned her head, her eyes meeting Asher's.
After they stared at each other for a moment, she walked towards Asher.
"Shishou?" Asher asked tentatively, looking at Uathach.
"You recognized me?" Scathach looked at Asher in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to recognize her immediately instead of mistaking her for his sister.
Asher showed a relieved smile. "I was just guessing. Shishou's aura is completely different from Sister Uathach's."
Although Uathach often showed a cold side when facing strangers, it was still completely different from Scathach. While Scathach also had a cold side, she was more casual. That is to say, she didn't deliberately cultivate a "do not disturb" aura. Rather, most people felt pressure when they saw Scathach, and thus were reluctant to approach her.
This could be seen from the attitude of the disciples in the Land of Shadows.
"It seems you haven't been slacking off here. Not only your strength, but your observational skills have also improved significantly," Scathach nodded slightly. "To be able to improve other abilities while progressing in strength is a very rare and valuable thing."
Asher's heart swelled with joy. "Compared to Shishou, my observational skills are still far inferior."
"No need to be so modest, your observational skills might not be as good as mine..." Scathach smiled faintly, her finger tracing Asher's neck. "However, some things can be seen very clearly."
"It's still there, indeed," she murmured, as if to herself.
Whether Morgan simply wanted to declare her claim or merely wanted to provoke her, no matter how she acted, that woman was still very annoying.
Feeling the coolness from her finger, Asher immediately understood what Scathach's words meant.
Indeed... was that Mark of the Goddess of Death a lie?
After all, Shishou had never lied to him about anything, and even if the Mark of the Goddess of Death didn't show its effects so quickly, he should at least feel a slight change in his body.
Yet, there had been no change at all.
Asher had already been somewhat suspicious of this so-called mark, but he still wanted to wait until Morgan placed the mark on his neck a second time before making a judgment. After all, if he could possess that power, his strength would definitely increase significantly. Giving up a potential opportunity to improve his strength for nothing wouldn't that be foolish behavior?
But these past few days, he found that Morgan didn't seem to care much about the so-called "Mark of the Goddess of Death." Coupled with the fact that his body hadn't felt any changes to this day, he could probably guess that it was indeed just a trick Morgan played to provoke Shishou.
Just in case, he should seriously ask Sister Morgan about it after this ball ends.
As Asher thought of this, the surrounding dance music changed, and the nobles began new dance steps. Looking at everything before him, Asher suddenly thought of something, his gaze fixed on Scathach.
He looked around again, a hint of hesitation on his face.
Finally, Asher mustered his courage and extended his hand, making an inviting gesture. "Shishou!"
Scathach was slightly startled, then quickly understood something. The smile on her face stiffened slightly, then quickly returned to its usual calm smile. She shook her head: "I'm not your sister, you know."
"But standing still here would be very conspicuous," Asher said. "And I don't know how to dance, so if possible, I hope Shishou can teach me."
"It wouldn't be strange for a Shishou to teach a disciple how to dance, would it?" he said at the end, looking up at Scathach.
"Indeed... it wouldn't be strange to teach a disciple," Scathach said, looking at Asher again, a helpless smile appearing on her face.
While teaching a disciple wasn't strange, looking at someone with such fervent eyes didn't seem like merely wanting to learn how to dance.
However, even if she didn't teach him now, that woman would probably find an excuse to teach him later, wouldn't she?
Scathach's gaze once again swept over the mark on Asher's neck. The casual smile on her face gradually faded with the clear mark.
She extended her hand and placed it on Asher's palm. "In that case, I shall teach you."
Darkness once again covered the hall. Almost in the blink of an eye, it was as if a curtain had been drawn back again, and vision returned.
Asher held Scathach's hand. When he looked up, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Shishou..."
"What's wrong?" Scathach asked in confusion, then looked down, and then slightly realized.
To have coincidentally returned to her original appearance, should she call it good luck or bad luck?
Scathach quickly shook her head, dispelling these chaotic thoughts, and grasped Asher's hand in return.
It's just teaching him a dance, there's nothing strange about it, right?
If anything, it would be strange to keep hesitating.
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