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"It's indeed better to have some peace and quiet."
Asher walked out of the hall, and the various sounds from inside seemed to vanish all at once. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, feeling the fresh air fill his nostrils.
"The environment here is quite nice." Scathach surveyed her surroundings, seeing green lawns everywhere. Probably because of the proximity to the sea, the evening breeze was slightly cool. Looking up, he could see the vast night sky.
Asher didn't say a word, just stood quietly beside Scathach. He was King Arthur, but also Scathach's disciple. At this moment, he only wanted to silently savor the joy of their reunion.
"The moonlight is also beautiful." Scathach turned to look at the young man beside her. After a few glances, she continued, "Have you grown taller?"
"Grown taller?" Asher brightened. He had been worried that his height might have been fixed after pulling out the Caliburn, but now it seemed the Caliburn didn't limit his height?
"Oh, I was mistaken." Scathach glanced at the crown on Asher's head. "It's probably this thing that gave me a visual misconception."
Asher: "..."
Shishou, even if you just lied to me, it would be fine. Speaking so bluntly, are you Lily number two?
"Speaking of which, how wide is the coverage of this magic? Why hasn't your appearance returned to normal even after leaving the hall, Shishou?" Asher glanced at Scathach. Her current appearance was not her original one; it had changed just before they left, appearing as a somewhat unfamiliar girl.
"The coverage isn't that wide." Scathach shook her head. "It must be the trickster magician's doing."
"Merlin?" Asher looked thoughtful. "So, you returning to your original appearance to dance with me just now, was that also his doing?"
He didn't realize that Merlin fellow could actually do some good things.
Just as he thought this, Asher suddenly felt someone approaching from behind him. He turned to look and saw it was Artoria.
"Lily, why did you come out?" Asher asked, puzzled.
Logically, anyone seeing this scene would be reluctant to break it, but Artoria seemed completely oblivious to how beautiful or warm the current atmosphere was. She walked straight to Asher's side.
"Seeing you come out, I followed to ensure your safety." Artoria paused, glancing at the woman beside Asher.
She had noticed Scathach since they were dancing just now. Rather, it was hard not to notice a woman with such an aura.
"I think I mentioned her to you before, didn't I? Scathach, my Shishou." Noticing Artoria's gaze, Asher simply introduced her.
"You don't need to tell me; you've told me more than once since long ago," Artoria said plainly.
From their earliest days on that small island, Asher had spoken to Artoria countless times about Scathach. The Rune Magic she now used was also taught to Asher by Scathach.
"My apprentice mentioned me when talking to you?" Scathach showed a somewhat interested expression, "What did he say?"
"From his previous words, it can be judged that he greatly admires you. He said before that you were a devil-like Shishou during training." Artoria narrated a fact she had heard firsthand in a plain tone.
"But he also said that when not training, Shishou is a very gentle person, like his older sister, who helps him resolve troubles and also comes to chat with him at night."
She paused, a hint of confusion on her face, "Although Imperial Sister told me before to observe my surroundings and try to analyze their thoughts, I still can't understand."
Perhaps interested in Artoria's words, or perhaps out of her instinct as a "teacher," Scathach looked at Artoria and asked, "What is it that you can't understand?"
"Logically, Asher should like you very much, because his eyes are very gentle whenever he talks about these things. But when I asked him if he liked Shishou, he denied it."
"This is a very strange thing," Artoria continued, "Logically, if he idolizes his Shishou, he should also like herā"
"Stop talking!" Asher's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he quickly interrupted Artoria.
God knows what this Aho-chan went through under Morgan Le Fay's tutelage; her thirst for knowledge became so strong, and her analysis was so well-founded. Now she was pouring out everything he had told her before.
This was practically a public execution!
"Why can't I speak?" Artoria asked, puzzled.
"Because..." Asher opened his mouth, but couldn't find a suitable reason.
"This is the King's command!" He could only resort to his ultimate move.
Seeing Artoria finally close her mouth, Asher breathed a sigh of relief. He then glanced at Scathach, only to find her also looking at him, with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Asher pretended not to notice Scathach's gaze, cleared his throat, "Lily, I'll be fine here. You can go back first. The wind is quite strong outside."
Artoria's small face stiffened, and she shook her head, "I'll stay here to protect you. I don't want to go back to the hall."
"I'll be fine here. It's a rare ball; you should enjoy yourself," Asher persuaded her.
But Artoria still stubbornly shook her head, "No need... and it feels a bit troublesome."
"Troublesome?" Asher repeated, while Scathach listened to their conversation with a hint of interest.
"It's just... those girls are troublesome." Artoria's tone seemed to acquire a hint of disdain as she finished speaking.
Earlier in the ball hall, her appearance had also changed at first, but later, for some unknown reason, she returned to her original appearance with her hair tied up.
And after that, countless noble ladies came up to invite her to dance. Once or twice was fine, but after many times, Artoria truly found it quite troublesome.
She would rather fight a fierce battle with an enemy than face those noble ladies. So, when she saw Asher leave, she quickly followed.
Asher couldn't help but be speechless. He could probably understand Artoria's feelings. He had felt many people's gazes earlier as well. If it hadn't been Scathach dancing with Asher at that time, the number of people inviting Asher to dance would probably not have been any less than Artoria.
No wonder she left in such a hurry. Was she tired of the noise?
Asher couldn't help but wonder.
"Oh, right, also this. Didn't you say we were going to switch weapons today?" Artoria suddenly remembered something and took out the already prepared red spear, handing it to Asher.
Asher looked at the long red spear, which was still very prominent even in the darkness, and suddenly froze, subconsciously glancing at Scathach.
Scathach didn't speak. Her face maintained a calm smile throughout, and her gaze at Asher was as gentle as usual. But for some reason, it gave off a strong sense of pressure.
Artoria seemed oblivious to the strange atmosphere and continued, "I thought about it carefully. You don't need to give me the Caliburn anymore. After all, there are so many people in the hall right now, and it wouldn't be good if I were seen holding King Arthur's weapon. Even without a powerful weapon, I can still be effective; my strength would just be somewhat limited."
"Are you listening to me?" Seeing Asher remain silent, Artoria stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, thinking he was spacing out.
"Got it." Asher, after a long silence, could only manage these three words.
"A red spear, hmm..." Scathach carefully examined Artoria for a few moments, then smiled faintly, casually glancing at Asher.
"It seems you two have a good relationship. My apprentice is willing to lend the weapon I gifted him to someone else. That's quite rare."
Although she seemed to be speaking to Artoria, her gaze remained on Asher.
"Because Lily doesn't have a suitable weapon, and I have that sword which I can use as a weapon, I temporarily lent the red spear to her..." Asher said, a bit guiltily.
Although the reason was reasonable, Shishou had told him before that a weapon is a warrior's life. Losing a weapon is equivalent to handing over the power of life and death to one's opponent.
Moreover, it was a weapon personally given to him by Scathach. It wouldn't be good to lend it to someone else, even if that person was the court attendant who stayed by his side.
Artoria looked at Asher in confusion: "You seem very nervous."
It's amazing you can even tell!
Asher glared at the culprit, Artoria, in annoyance. He was just thinking about how to explain to his Shishou when he suddenly felt a faint, almost imperceptible killing intent. Asher's eyes brightened, and instead of fear, he felt joy.
They came at the perfect time!
Whoosh!
Just as he thought this, a sharp blade shot towards Asher from a distance. Asher's mind immediately flashed with an image, allowing him to easily dodge the attack. He turned and looked in the direction of the blade.
"You're finally here!" Asher's voice sounded quite excited.
The four foreign tribesmen who emerged from the shadows in front were all stunned, looking at King Arthur's relieved smile. They felt strange in their hearts, their eyes coldly fixed on Asher.
"King Arthur, you indeed set us up."
They weren't fools; how could they not know such an obvious trap? This wasn't a conspiracy, but an open scheme. Losing this opportunity would make it difficult to get close to King Arthur again. No matter what, for the sake of the foreign tribes, they would come.
"But unfortunately, you're still too young, and have too little experience." A foreign tribesman held a dagger to the unfamiliar woman's neck, a sinister smile on his face. "Our target was never you."
Asher was startled. He glanced to his side. Scathach, who had just been standing next to him, had disappeared at some point.
Clearly, the previous attacks from the foreign tribes were just feints. Their target wasn't Asher, but the woman beside him.
Even without much thought, it could be guessed that the foreign tribes wanted to achieve their goals by holding someone close to King Arthur hostage.
In their previous assessment, they believed that Artoria, who carried a weapon, would be more difficult to handle, whereas the seemingly weak woman beside Asher could be easily captured. And as they had judged, the unfamiliar face they had never seen before was easily caught.
King Arthur probably couldn't have imagined, even if he racked his brains, that their target would actually be the woman beside him, could he?
Artoria was about to step forward, but Asher held her shoulder.
"Don't act rashly," Asher said in a low voice.
Although she couldn't understand Asher's meaning, Artoria still paused, choosing to obey Asher's words.
"What is your purpose?" Asher asked in a deep voice, secretly praying that these people wouldn't mess up. He intended to keep them alive for Morgan's interrogation. If things went wrong, all of them might die, and then the plan would be ruined.
"Arthur, we just hope to have our own territory to live in. Is such a request too much?" The black-robed man held the blade against Scathach's neck, his gaze fixed on Asher.
"There's no need to be so ruthless, don't you agree?" He slightly pressed down the blade in his hand, and scarlet blood trickled down Scathach's pale neck.
"If that's the case, why don't you try to negotiate instead of forcing me to make an oath?" Asher asked in a deep voice.
"No one's words in this world are reliable; only an oath can provide peace of mind," the leading black-robed man stared intently at Asher. "Swear an oath: First, you will not abdicate the throne of King Arthur. Second, you will not attack the foreign tribes for a hundred years. If you don't agree, this woman won't survive tonight!"
Seeing the blade press down further, Asher quickly raised his hand, "Calm down!"
Seeing Asher's worried expression, the black-robed man's heart immediately settled, and the smile on his face grew even wider, "I'm only giving you ten seconds to think."
"Ten."
Asher's eyelids twitched slightly, secretly wondering if there was any solution.
Is there any way, any way to keep them alive...?
"Nine."
Listening to the black-robed man's continuous countdown, Asher felt secretly anxious.
The black-robed man's voice stretched out: "Three."
"Two."
He suddenly felt the woman he was holding hostage move. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. "Don't move! Do you want to die?!"
"Die?" Scathach murmured to herself.
"I used to want to, but recently I've started considering it."
"Of course, if you can eliminate me while I'm still considering, I welcome it."
She showed a light smile as she finished speaking, but her eyes were cold.
"But unfortunately, a few half-baked assassins probably can't do it!"
A chilling aura spread from all directions. The assassin felt the coldness on his fingers. When he looked at Scathach again, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and the blade slashed towards Scathach's neck.
Clang!
A sound like striking steel rang out. The blade struck an ice wall, and the black-robed man was kicked away by Scathach. He did a flip but didn't panic. Chanting something, roaring flames seemed to transform into a fire dragon, illuminating the night, and lunged at Scathach with a terrifying aura.
Scathach looked up. The fire dragon brought with it strong winds. Her long hair fluttered, her red eyes seemed to reflect the flames, and she raised a finger, tracing a mysterious rune in the air.
Countless ice shards gathered in mid-air, blocking the fire dragon's offensive. The ice shards melted in mid-air, and water droplets fell to the ground. Scathach raised her finger again.
"She's a magician! Don't let her distance herself; solve her up close!" the foreign tribe assassins who had already distanced themselves from Scathach shouted.
The four men's eyes narrowed, and they all drew their weapons. They stomped backward, then lunged at Scathach like cannonballs. Scathach had nowhere to evade.
"Woman, blame your acquaintance with King Arthur!" The foreign tribe assassin showed a cruel smile. He didn't intend to kill this person, just to teach her a lesson; after all, he still needed her to negotiate with King Arthur.
Clang.
However, such a siege had no effect. At some point, a red long spear appeared in Scathach's hand. The shaft blocked the attacks of two of them, while the other two, who attacked from behind her, were separated by a thick ice wall.
The two whose attacks were blocked by the spear shaftāone holding a dagger and the other a swordādidn't get discouraged when their first strike missed. One stepped forward two paces, attacking her neck, while the other held a long sword, thrusting it towards Scathach's abdomen.
Scathach raised her long spear, blocking the incoming long sword with just the tip of her spear. At the same time, her body leaned back, and the dagger brushed past her eyes, missing completely.
Scathach supported herself on the ground with one hand, her foot pushing off the ground, leveraging herself to leap up, stepping on one of their faces, and thrusting her spear.
Blood splattered in the night, remarkably vivid.
"I know a little about martial arts too."
She landed lightly on the ground. The foreign tribe assassin holding the dagger fell straight down in front of Scathach, disbelief still in his eyes before he died.
Looking at the other three foreign tribe assassins who had already distanced themselves from her, Scathach's face showed a pleased smile:
"Come on, it's been a long time since I fought seriously. Attack to your heart's content!"
The three slowly retreated backward. Scathach clearly noticed their fear and gently shook her head,
"Retreating in battle is the act of a coward."
The three ignored Scathach's words, merely retreating slowly. They never expected such a terrifying person to be here.
And at this moment, two more women emerged not far ahead. They both looked quite beautiful but also appeared quite unfamiliar.
The three foreign tribe assassins exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and lunged towards them!
"Be careful!" Asher quickly raised his hand, preparing to cast Rune Magic. He wasn't worried about Scathach's safety, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried about others' safety. These two women looked unfamiliar; they were probably noble ladies from a neighboring country. If anything happened, it would be troublesome.
But before he could even draw his Rune Magic, he heard a few screams.
The two women who had initially looked somewhat unfamiliar actually changed their appearances. Asher rubbed his eyes and looked up again.
The golden-haired woman watched the three men with a gentle smile. Beside her was a purple-haired girl with a small face that remained calm throughout.
So it was Morgan and Uathach...
Asher exhaled deeply.
Merlin's illusion was too realistic. That old lecher was unreliable in many ways, but also reliable in many ways.
"Oh dear, oh dear, just walked out and suddenly saw three big men excitedly lunging at me. If it were an ordinary young girl, she wouldn't know what to do."
Morgan Le Fay smiled as she examined the three men who had passed out, then casually glanced at Agravain who was following behind her.
"Take them to the interrogation room."
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