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"Shishou, please come in."
Asher opened the door. Scathach was standing right at the doorway, observing him.
"You're much slower today."
Scathach remembered that usually, if she knocked, Asher would open the door very quickly. But today, it had taken a long time, and she sensed some faint movement inside the room.
"It's probably because I was too tired from training today, so I laid down for a bit longer," Asher said, then moved aside and changed the subject. "Come in, Shishou."
As Scathach walked into the room, Asher closed the door and turned around—only to see Scathach walking towards the bed where Morgan had previously hidden.
Asher's heart immediately skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward and sat down on the bed first.
Scathach looked confused, glanced at Asher twice, but didn't say anything more. She just sat down beside him.
"Shishou, did you need something from me this time?" Asher asked, feigning calmness.
He secretly glanced at Scathach, confirming his Shishou was still looking around the room. He then quickly looked back where Morgan le Fay had been hiding; the quilt didn't look lumpy.
Presumably, Sister Morgan also knew that hiding under the covers would be easily discovered, so she left when he opened the door, right?
Thinking this, Asher felt much more at ease; his nerves were no longer as tense as before.
"Shishou, you're still awake so late tonight. Is something on your mind?" Asher asked.
Scathach shook her head. "I just felt that I was indeed much more serious when training you today than before, which might have put a lot of pressure on you, so I came to check on your condition."
"I'm fine, just a little sleepy now." Asher shook his head. "Besides, it's been too long since I've sparred with Shishou. If I'm not serious, how can I test my current strength?"
A rare smile appeared on Scathach's face. When she turned to look at Asher, her eyes softened. "I'm very pleased that you have such determination."
"But please be sure to hold back next time—" Asher thought for a moment, then added another sentence.
Once was fine, but if she kept up this high-intensity training twice or thrice in a row, who could handle it? Even a White Dragon body couldn't endure it.
"Next time, huh…" Scathach looked up and pondered for a moment. "It'll probably be a few months or half a year from now, won't it?"
After this, Asher would be busy with matters of Britain, and Scathach would have to return to the Land of Shadows, so naturally, there would be no opportunity to train her disciple.
Perhaps the sudden silent atmosphere made Asher feel a little uncomfortable. He quickly waved his hand with a smile. "How could that be? If Sister Morgan pulls us all into a dream then, we can train even in our dreams."
"Oh?" A hint of playfulness flashed in Scathach's eyes. "It's quite surprising that you would actively suggest training in a dream."
"If it's with Shishou, whether it's training or just chatting, I'm fine with it," Asher said.
"…"
Scathach was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Since last night, you really have changed a lot. You never dared to say such things to me before."
However, he often used indirect ways to do similar things.
Otherwise, when he was in the Land of Shadows, even when other disciples tried to avoid her strict daily training, Asher, despite the rigorous training, always stuck to her like glue.
No matter how hard she tried to drive him away, whether through extremely strict training or cold scolding, Asher always remained by her side.
At first, she thought she was so lucky to have such a diligent disciple, but later she gradually felt something was off.
This wasn't diligence at all; it was simply a little boy's yearning for a mature older sister…
Hmm… "Mature older sister," that term doesn't seem inappropriate, does it?
Both his Shishou and Asher's sister… she felt that was what she and Asher were.
Actually, at first, Scathach felt more like Asher and Uathach's mother, but ever since Morgan called her "Mom," Scathach had a slight psychological aversion to that term.
"I also want to make a little change, otherwise I can only be a disciple for life," Asher said.
"Don't want to be a disciple for life?" Scathach's red eyes swept over Asher. Upon seeing the serious look in his dark eyes, she seemed to understand something and suddenly smiled.
"Then it depends on your performance. You at least have to be able to catch up to my pace."
"I will work hard. One day I will catch up to Shishou's pace," Asher replied firmly.
Scathach gently patted Asher's head. "Today's training must have been tiring, too. Go lie down and rest. I'll sit here for a while and then leave."
"Yes." Asher said, then lifted a corner of the quilt. He first took a quick peek, then, under Scathach's gaze, feigned indifference as he slipped into the covers.
It seemed Morgan had indeed left.
Did she really turn into a crow and fly out when I opened the door?
Asher withdrew his gaze and looked at Scathach's almost perfect profile. She was looking out the window, her red eyes perfectly calm, lost in thought.
After tonight, will it be months again… Or will he have to ask Sister Morgan to pull him into a dream later?
But with that woman's personality, she'll probably play some mischievous tricks to tease him before considering whether to accept his request.
The thought of this made Asher slightly headache.
Morgan le Fay was truly good in every way. Although her usual demeanor was a bit impish, everything she had done so far was for his benefit, and she basically always granted his requests. It truly sounded like a perfect older sister.
However, this woman loved to tease others, both physically and mentally, and wouldn't stop until she was satisfied.
As Asher thought this, he suddenly felt his toes touch something cold. Then, his chest was pressed by two large, soft masses. Asher froze, instinctively glancing at Scathach.
Scathach was still sitting at the head of the bed, looking out the window, without any movement.
It's not Shishou, could it be…
Asher lowered his head slightly, lifted the quilt to peek, then hastily pulled the quilt back up.
Damn it, what on earth does Sister Morgan want?!
Morgan, wearing a slip dress, was now lying on top of Asher, smiling at him.
It turned out that Morgan hadn't left earlier; she had just been hiding under the covers after transforming into a crow. Because of her small size, she wasn't noticeable. When Asher got into bed, probably wanting to "play," she reverted to her original form.
Asher glanced at Scathach again, confirming his Shishou wasn't paying attention. He then gently lifted a tiny corner of the quilt and pointed to the side with his finger, gesturing for her to lie down there.
Asher no longer hoped Morgan would leave; he just hoped she would calm down a bit.
But Morgan le Fay revealed a charming smile. Her slender, fair fingers caressed Asher's cheek. Feeling the wonderful sensation of the two soft masses on his chest, Asher's original drowsiness completely dissipated.
Let alone drowsiness, he was practically on the verge of a breakdown from all this.
"What's wrong?" Scathach turned to look at Asher, seemingly sensing the disturbance from his side.
Asher closed his eyes, his quilt pulled tight, looking completely drowsy. Upon hearing Scathach's words, he half-opened his eyes and asked, confused, "What?"
Scathach looked at Asher again, then withdrew her gaze. "Nothing."
Seeing Scathach turn her head back, Asher finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then tilted his head to look at the woman who was already lying beside him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
What does this older sister want to do?
Does she really find this exciting?
Morgan le Fay remained silent, merely hugging one of Asher's arms. His arm was perfectly nestled between two soft, ample breasts. The wonderful sensation almost made Asher's heart pound. He tried to pull his hand out but couldn't escape.
"You seem to be in a good mood." Scathach's voice suddenly came, though she didn't turn around. But just that one sentence, like a splash of cold water, suddenly sobered Asher's somewhat turbulent mood.
"It's alright…" Asher replied perfunctorily.
Scathach turned her gaze back to scrutinize Asher, and just that made Asher feel incredibly guilty. After all, Morgan was lying right next to him. If Shishou saw Morgan…
The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine. Asher quickly shook his head, dispelling the worry from his mind.
Scathach suddenly smiled. Asher, upon seeing his Shishou's sudden smile, and the danger mixed within that smile, felt an inexplicable surge of guilt. He cautiously asked, "Shishou, why are you suddenly smiling?"
"Nothing," Scathach shook her head, then looked Asher up and down several times before standing up. "Get some good rest. You'll be busy with your own matters starting tomorrow, won't you?"
Although he didn't want to part with Scathach so soon, it was undoubtedly best for his Shishou to leave now.
"Good night, Shishou," Asher could only reply.
Seeing that Scathach still made no other move, Asher hesitated for a moment. "Is there anything else, Shishou?"
"I believe I said my disciple wants to rest well now, didn't I?" Ignoring Asher's question, Scathach turned to look at a certain spot.
Although her words seemed perplexing, Asher's expression stiffened slightly. He followed Scathach's gaze.
It was exactly where Morgan had been hiding.
"Oh dear, was I accidentally discovered?" Morgan placed one hand on Asher's chest, pulled back the quilt, and sighed softly. "My apologies, next time I'll try my best not to be discovered by your Shishou."
Asher: "???"
Why do you say that as if I invited you in?
But Scathach completely ignored Morgan's latter half of the sentence, merely smiling indifferently.
"Sneaking into a man's bed in the middle of the night, that doesn't seem like something a princess of Britain should do. Rather, it's more like…" She shook her head. "Forget it, directly stating it seems a bit inappropriate."
Scathach's tone was casual. Although she didn't explicitly say it, her meaning was very clear.
As Scathach's words fell, Morgan le Fay subtly narrowed her eyes, her gaze coldly fixed on Scathach.
As their two gazes met, the room seemed to fill with the strong scent of gunpowder.
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