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The few of them stood in the long corridor, their gazes all focused on the mark on Asher's neck. They looked at each other, seemingly trying to figure out who the true culprit was.
In this atmosphere, Asher felt completely uneasy, his heart feeling strange. Who would be so bored to do something like this?!
"Ash, do you really not know what's going on?" Uathach whispered, pulling Asher's arm, her eyes growing increasingly unfriendly.
"Sister, weren't you there last night? Do you know what happened?" Asher countered.
Indeed, Uathach had been sleeping beside him last night. And according to the simplest deduction, the culprit should be Uathach. However, Asher genuinely didn't believe she would do such a trivial thing. If it were her, she would surely admit it frankly. Even if she didn't, he would definitely notice her lying gestures.
"How strange, who would do such a thing?" Guinevere placed her hand on her chin, staring intently at Asher. "It's getting more and more interesting..."
So why are you, this foreign princess, so excited? Your persona is collapsing!
What happened to the gentle, cute, and understanding person? Could it be that because she's still a teenager, she's not quite mature yet?
Seeing Guinevere's subtly excited expression, Asher felt speechless. He then turned to look at Morgan Le Fay. Among the gazes of these girls, Morgan's gaze made him feel the most uncomfortable.
That chilling feeling, like being stared at by a venomous snake, was absolutely terrifying. Although he knew such a look wasn't directed at him, he still felt cold sweat trickling down his back.
"Actually, I think we can put this aside for now. I haven't sustained any actual harm. We can temporarily treat it as a prank," Asher had to interrupt the solemn atmosphere, then continued, "Sister Morgan, have you gotten any information from the foreigners?"
Morgan's eyes flickered uncertainly, lingering on the fresh mark on Asher's neck for a long time before she finally spoke, "I've had Agravain guarding them. If all goes well, they'll confess today. I'll go check in a bit."
It was clearly unrealistic to investigate right now who left the mark on Asher's neck. Morgan herself knew this, so even if she was angry, she could only endure it.
However, just thinking about it made her feel as if a ball of fire was burning in her chest.
Someone dared to leave a new hickey on top of her original one... Was this a provocation?
Milo clearly wouldn't dare to do this. That girl only played little tricks, but she wouldn't dare to openly provoke her. The only possibility was probably these few people in front of her.
After all, if someone had entered the palace from outside, she would definitely have noticed.
Scathach's face also didn't look good. The first mark on her apprentice's neck was Morgan's, the second was Milo's, and the third... who was it this time?
Moreover, she couldn't rule out the possibility that Morgan was acting now.
If she had known this, she shouldn't have listened to that woman Morgan's persuasion and let Asher go out to train in the wild.
Ultimately, even if the training in the Land of Shadows couldn't make Asher incredibly strong, it could at least give him the ability to protect himself.
But look at it now, Morgan Le Fay couldn't guarantee her apprentice's safety at all... No, rather, Morgan herself was the biggest threat.
But it was too late to regret now.
Both women looked displeased, but in the end, they couldn't find a way to identify the culprit, so the matter could only be temporarily dropped.
That afternoon, Scathach decided to depart.
She couldn't delay any longer; after all, there were too many monsters in the Land of Shadows, and she had to return as soon as possible.
A giant griffon squatted silently outside the palace, awaiting the arrival of the Queen of the Land of Shadows. Asher, accompanied by a reluctant Uathach, arrived at the entrance.
Two days passed quickly...
Asher thought with a touch of emotion as he watched Scathach and her daughter mount the griffon.
After this departure, it would probably be several months before they could meet again.
"Don't make that face, it's not like we're parting ways forever," Scathach noticed the reluctance on Asher's face, sighed helplessly, raised a hand and beckoned him closer.
When Asher approached Scathach, she raised her hand and stroked Asher's head, "You are King Arthur now. Since you've become king, fulfill this responsibility to the very end."
"I understand," Asher nodded, but his face still showed a hint of reluctance.
"Don't let anything happen to him again," Scathach looked up at Morgan Le Fay, who was standing not far away.
"Don't worry, he's Arthur. How could anything happen to him?" Morgan Le Fay walked forward with a smile, tilted her head, and looked at Asher several times.
She rarely saw Asher display such a downcast expression, or rather, she had basically never seen it.
Morgan Le Fay gently patted Asher's shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry, you don't need to be so disheartened. I will arrange for you and your Shishou to meet in your dreams later."
"Really?" Asher looked up, his eyes brightening slightly.
"Would I lie to you?" Morgan Le Fay smiled softly. "Let's go, don't delay your Shishou any longer."
"Mm," With Morgan's assurance, Asher's sadness eased considerably. He looked up at Scathach and Uathach, "I will definitely return later. Until then, please wait for me."
Scathach nodded slightly, no longer speaking, and patted the griffon's head.
The griffon seemed to understand immediately. It spread its wings and flew high into the sky.
Uathach glanced at Asher one last time, raised her hand, and vigorously shook her head, "Ash, I'll wait for you to come back!"
Asher nodded firmly, watching their figures disappear completely from sight before retracting his gaze.
This wasn't a permanent farewell. Once he resolved the matters in Britain, he would naturally return to the Land of Shadows.
"You adjust quite quickly," Morgan stood nearby, observing Asher's expression. Seeing him quickly put away his disappointment, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.
"I was originally thinking of giving you a comforting hug, acting as a sympathetic big sister, but it's a pity," Morgan Le Fay sighed as she finished speaking, seemingly genuinely disappointed.
"Sister Morgan, please take me to where the foreigners are being held now," Asher turned to Morgan. "I want to see how the interrogation is going, and then we'll reclaim the remaining territories."
"Are you moving so quickly?" Morgan pondered for a moment. "Alright, then come with me."
After speaking, she glanced at Artoria and Guinevere, "Lily, please take Princess Guinevere back first."
They had come together to send off Uathach and Scathach. Now that Scathach and her daughter had left, there was no need for them to stay here.
Knowing that Morgan Le Fay was accompanying him, Asher's safety was not a concern. Artoria nodded, then extended her hand to Guinevere, "Let's go."
Guinevere extended her hand, naturally linking it with Artoria's, and they departed.
Asher watched the two leave, then turned to the woman beside him. Morgan Le Fay had, at some point, put on a veil. Her exquisite and captivating features were concealed behind the veil, making Asher look at her a few more times.
"What's wrong?" Noticing the young man's gaze beside her, Morgan couldn't help but look at him in confusion.
"Nothing... I just find it a bit new; I rarely see you wearing a veil," Asher said.
"Actually, long ago, I mostly wore a veil when I went out," Morgan said faintly. "I only changed this habit later."
"Do you know why?" she asked, looking at Asher.
"Anyway, let's go first, Sister Morgan," Asher said.
He was more concerned about the foreigners' matters now.
Morgan stared at Asher's face for a while, then reached out and pinched Asher's face hard, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. "At a time like this, you should keep asking me questions! Acting so uninterested in me is very annoying. If sister ever loses confidence in you, you'll know why everyone calls me a witch!"
Asher, hearing these seemingly unthreatening words, naturally didn't take them to heart. He just smiled and waved his hand, "How could that be? Sister Morgan isn't that kind of person."
Morgan gave Asher a meaningful look, "Never mind, let's go."
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"Is this where the foreigners are held?"
Asher looked around. The passage was exceptionally narrow. As soon as he stepped into the stairwell, Asher felt an unusual sense of oppression, as if countless negative emotions were rushing towards him, making his heart feel somewhat agitated.
"If you're not used to this atmosphere, wouldn't it be better to wait for my news in the palace?" Morgan Le Fay noticed Asher's emotional change and said with a concerned tone.
"Staying in a place like this for too long can make one's personality very suppressed, which isn't good for your physical and mental development."
Asher shook his head, "I still want to see it with my own eyes. If I leave everything to you, it would be better for you to be king from the start."
"If I could, I would, then I could marry you, but unfortunately, the people would certainly not want a witch to ascend to the throne as King Arthur," Morgan Le Fay's gaze chilled considerably as she finished speaking.
Asher knew that the "witch" issue had always been a sore spot for Morgan. Although she always acted as if she didn't care, she still secretly cared to some extent.
So, he also consciously quieted down and didn't mention it again.
The two walked silently down the passage, and before they knew it, they reached the end.
"Arthur, you're here too?"
As the view gradually widened, Agravain also noticed Asher and immediately stepped forward two paces, greeting him respectfully.
"He wanted to take a look, so I brought him," Morgan Le Fay smiled. "Did they speak?"
"Yes, they have told everything they could," Agravain replied.
Asher looked around, his gaze finally settling on the three foreigners in the prison.
These were the foreigners who tried to harm him at the ball two days ago. In reality, their idea was correct: to make King Arthur swear an oath, instead of capturing King Arthur and forcing him to swear, it was better to capture the women around him.
However, at that time, even if they were beaten to death, they couldn't have imagined that the person they kidnapped would be the Queen of the Land of Shadows.
When the three foreigners saw Asher approaching, their eyes immediately filled with intense fear, as if they were facing a demon.
Could it be that my aura intimidated them? Asher couldn't help but wonder.
But soon, he realized that the fear of these three did not originate from him, but from behind him.
Asher followed the three's gaze and looked back. Morgan Le Fay, dressed in a court gown, stood behind him, her gaze casually surveying the surroundings, as if she didn't care about the environment.
How strange... why are they so afraid of Sister Morgan? Did she do something?
They didn't seem to have any wounds on them...
Asher had observed earlier and indeed found no serious injuries on the three.
That's what made it so hard to understand. Why were they so afraid of Morgan when they weren't injured?
"Agravain, did they reveal the names of the traitors who colluded with the enemy?" Asher composed himself and asked Agravain.
Agravain nodded gently, "However, further confirmation is needed. I will prepare a list and give it to you later."
Asher nodded slightly, then looked at the three foreigners again, "What are your names?"
None of the three foreigners spoke, only staring intently at Morgan Le Fay, their pupils filled with unconcealed fear.
Looking at them, it seemed hopeless to expect them to answer his questions.
Seeing this scene, Asher roughly understood.
He had originally wanted to ask about Vortigern, but now it seemed unlikely.
The initial agreement of those tribes to "cooperate" temporarily was due to Vortigern's return, which was enough to prove what kind of presence that person held in the hearts of the tribal leaders.
But after Vortigern's return to the foreign tribes, he made no moves, but instead directly entered the Otherworld, which was something Asher had always been concerned about.
So much time had passed, yet there was still no news of Vortigern. Could he have died in the Otherworld?
"Let's go," Morgan Le Fay glanced at Asher and said casually.
Asher shook his head, no longer dwelling on it. He turned and followed Morgan Le Fay up the stairs, with Agravain close behind.
"King Arthur, that demon dragon will surely return," at that moment, a voice from one of the foreigners behind them came.
Asher turned to look. It was a foreigner with somewhat messy hair. His eyes still held fear, but he was much calmer than before.
"And, please beware of the foreign leader. Vortigern has ordered you to be brought back at all costs, even if it's just your corpse."
Asher's expression changed slightly, "Why are you telling me this?"
The foreigner slowly spoke: "Vortigern abandoned us and went into the Otherworld alone to seek refuge. Since that is the case, we have no need to conceal anything for him anymore."
As he finished, he looked deeply at Asher, then at Morgan Le Fay beside him.
Recalling Vortigern's words in the military camp that night, he found them utterly ridiculous.
This was called "it's fine to kill King Arthur"?!
Just Scathach alone that night could make the entire foreign tribe panic, not to mention this terrifying witch.
And if he wasn't mistaken, the hero of Ulster, Cú Chulainn, also graduated from the Land of Shadows. If King Arthur also knew Cú Chulainn... the thought alone was despairing.
If King Arthur merely led his troops to expel the foreigners, perhaps the foreigners still had a chance of survival, only to ultimately withdraw from Britain.
But if King Arthur were killed by the foreigners... then that would truly be a bloodbath.
His warning to King Arthur wasn't to protect King Arthur, but the foreigners.
"Please take care, King Arthur," the man said, then closed his eyes.
He had long prepared to be a prisoner, but he never expected that witch to use such cruel methods of interrogation.
After the interrogation, she used some magic to heal them, and then continued the interrogation... This kind of method not only destroyed their bodies, but also their spirits.
To be able to interact with her in such a natural manner in front of this witch, even if this King Arthur was an enemy, such a strong heart was worthy of admiration.
A few minutes later, Asher and the two others left the interrogation room.
"Will Vortigern return?" Asher couldn't help but murmur, recalling what the foreigner had said.
Morgan smiled faintly, "Don't worry. Stepping into the Otherworld is not so easy to return from. What's more, if I can defeat him once, I can defeat him a second time."
"So rest assured," Morgan Le Fay said, raising her hand and stroking Asher's head.
Agravain, who was behind them, was stunned for a long time and didn't recover. He rubbed his eyes again and looked at the woman in front of him.
Such a gentle gaze... Is this still his "mother"?
"By the way, Sister Morgan, did you do anything to them earlier? Why are they so afraid of you?" Asher suddenly asked.
Morgan froze, then blinked innocently, "I didn't do anything. I don't know why they're so afraid of me. Perhaps it's because the reputation of witches isn't very good, so they got scared?"
Upon hearing this, Agravain's gaze became odd.
He had been right there during the interrogation. To tell such a monstrous lie in front of him...
Of course, despite his thoughts, Agravain didn't dare expose Morgan Le Fay's lie. He just looked at Asher with an increasingly strange gaze.
He hadn't noticed before, but now hearing the conversation between the two, he felt something was off.
What was King Arthur's relationship with Mother?
Could it be that Arthur had reformed his mother, making her turn back to good and dedicate herself solely to Britain?
And speaking of which... could Mother also have such a gentle gaze?
Looking at the gentleness in Morgan Le Fay's usually cold eyes, Agravain felt even more surprised in his heart.
The three of them unconsciously walked to the palace entrance. Morgan Le Fay was happily chatting with Asher when, upon entering the palace, she suddenly realized there was someone following behind them. She couldn't help but frown and turned to give Agravain a cold glance, "Go prepare the list. Just give it to me later, and I'll pass it to King Arthur."
Agravain, seeing the speed at which this woman's expression changed, was slightly startled, but he maintained his usual serious expression: "Understood."
After speaking, he turned and walked in the opposite direction from the two.
He took back what he said earlier. This woman really hadn't changed at all, neither her personality nor anything else.
The only thing that had changed was her attitude towards King Arthur.
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