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"No, your aura is too gentle. It's nothing like fighting someone. Your movements need to be sharper."
Artoria's voice echoed across the empty training ground as she taught and adjusted Guinevere's sword-swinging posture.
"I'm sorry, am I not suited for martial arts?" Guinevere looked a bit disheartened, turning to face Artoria.
The girl had long, platinum-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes moist, and her expression gentle. Anyone who saw such a gentle girl, then witnessed the disappointment on her beautiful, delicate face, would probably want to comfort her softly at that moment.
But Artoria, after a slight silence, gently nodded. "You are indeed not suited for martial arts."
This girl before her was truly too gentle. She seemed gentle to everyone, and since living here, Artoria had never seen Guinevere get angry. This was the first time she had seen such a special side of her.
It was precisely because of this gentleness that Guinevere was destined not to be suited for martial arts. Her movements were too soft, and this kind of training was meaningless. Even if she mastered the techniques later, Guinevere probably wouldn't be able to achieve much.
"I'm sorry," Guinevere's face showed a hint of sadness as she sighed softly. "I understand all the techniques you explained, but why can't I achieve that effect?"
"Perhaps it's because you lack that kind of aura?" Artoria said. "You can confidently swing your sword at me; I won't get hurt."
Guinevere blinked. "But wouldn't attacking a friend like that be bad? What if I really get hurt?"
"With the healing effect of the Runes, even if I get hurt, I can heal immediately," Artoria paused slightly. "And with your current ability, it's impossible for you to hit me."
"Butā"
Guinevere seemed about to say something more. Artoria thought for a moment, then said, "Or how about you treat me as an enemy?"
Guinevere tilted her head, looking very troubled.
It was easy to say, but how could she treat the friend who had painstakingly taught her for the past two days as an enemy?
Just as she was still troubled, Asher happened to walk into the training ground not far away.
Guinevere's eyes brightened slightly. "A love rival?"
Artoria: "..."
"Do you like Asher?" After a moment, Artoria asked.
"I don't dislike him. Arthur is a very excellent person, but it hasn't reached the point of liking him yet," Guinevere said, turning to look at Asher who was walking towards them.
She remembered that day at the ball when Arthur, as if possessed, took her hand and danced, looking very clumsy.
No, not just clumsy in appearanceāhe was quite clumsy to begin with.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have mistaken someone else.
It was said that the person Arthur was looking for that day was Princess Morgan.
"I think he's more like a younger brother," Guinevere continued.
"A younger brother?" Artoria's ahoge wiggled slightly. She lowered her head in thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "If he can only acknowledge one person as an older sisterā¦ what if that person arises between you and me? How about such an enemy?"
Guinevere thought for a moment, her eyes slowly brightening. "Let's try again."
She raised her sword against Artoria, her gaze fixed forward.
Arthur only had one older sister, and that person would emerge between her and Artoria ā only by defeating her could she become Arthur's older sister.
Guinevere's previously gentle expression became much more focused. She raised her sword and slashed at Artoria.
"Good momentum," Artoria nodded slightly, raising her sword to block Guinevere's strike.
Asher quickly walked into the training ground, sat down not far from the two, and rested his chin in his hand, observing their battle.
As expected, Lily is better at teachingā¦ and Princess Guinevere's aura seems quite good now too.
Asher watched the two girls fighting, secretly admiring them in his heart.
When he had taught Guinevere before, her attacks were always soft and weak, but now they looked much sharper. He really didn't know how Lily managed it.
Their battle lasted several minutes before finally ending. Artoria had noticed Asher's presence early on and was now walking towards him.
"You've worked hard," Asher said with a smile.
Artoria shook her head. "It's nothing, just to give you time to deal with other things."
This ahoge-chan is truly very straightforward.
Looking at Artoria's serious expression and the sweat trickling down her forehead, he couldn't help but smile, taking out a face towel and offering it to her.
"Thank you," Artoria returned a faint smile, taking the face towel Asher offered.
"You two get along so well," Guinevere emerged from behind Artoria, eyeing Asher with a gentle smile.
"This level is quite normal, right?" Asher said as he took out a second face towel and handed it to Guinevere.
"Thank you," Guinevere smiled as she took the towel, tilting her head slightly to wipe away the glistening sweat beads trickling down her fair neck.
Almost every one of her movements was elegant, so much so that Asher's gaze couldn't help but linger on her delicate collarbone for a moment.
Guinevere noticed Asher's gaze, but only smiled faintly, folding the face towel and putting it away. "By the way, why are you free to come to the training ground so early today?"
Previously, Asher rarely came to the training ground so early. He usually arrived near dusk, but today was much earlier than usual.
"I don't have much to do today, and it was too boring staying in the hall alone, so I came early to take a look," Asher said. "It looks like you've been practicing quite well."
"That's all thanks to Lily's good teaching," Guinevere said, tilting her head towards Artoria beside her.
Asher looked left and right, thinking to himself, Why does the atmosphere seem a bit gay?
Just then, Morgan le Fay also walked into the training ground.
"It looks like you two are getting along quite well," Morgan le Fay glanced at Guinevere a few times, then withdrew her gaze, looking at Asher with a radiant smile.
"I just arrived not long ago," Asher said. "Lily is a great teacher. When I arrived, Princess Guinevere's swordsmanship already looked quite impressive."
Morgan stroked Artoria's head, her eyes soft. "If that's the case, my children can also be taught by Lily in the future."
"Your children?" Asher was slightly startled. "Their current strength shouldn't require Lily to teach them, should it?"
Morgan's eyes flickered. She merely smiled and said nothing.
These people don't need Lily to teach them nowā¦ but perhaps they will in the future.
"By the way, what were you looking for Agravain just now, Sister Morgan?" Asher suddenly remembered Morgan's private conversation with Agravain earlier.
"Are you curious?" Morgan tilted her head slightly, observing Asher's expression, seemingly trying to discern something from his face.
"Just a little bit," Asher said, pausing slightly, then continued, "If it's inconvenient, then never mind."
"Just a little curious?" Morgan le Fay extended a finger and poked Asher's face. "Could it be jealousy?"
Jealousy?
Asher's expression stiffened slightly, then he waved his hand. "How could that be? Agravain is your adopted son. Why would I be jealous of him? I was just a little curious, thinking that if there was any trouble, perhaps I could help."
Morgan gave Asher a meaningful look, then smiled faintly: "If an adopted son isn't enough, then a Shishou and disciple probably aren't either, right?"
Asher: "ā¦"
Suddenly bringing up the matter of his Shishou now was like hitting Asher's vital point, leaving him speechless for a moment.
"I seeā¦ A mature older sister will occasionally tease her younger brother?" Artoria gently nodded while observing their conversation.
Lily, what random things are you remembering?!
Asher gave Artoria a speechless look.
What's the necessary connection between teasing someone and being a mature older sister?! Your Imperial Sister is dark-hearted, simply taking pleasure in provoking others!
"Let's go. It's getting late. It's almost time for dinner," Asher ended the meaningless topic.
Artoria's eyes remained calm, and she nodded lightly, but if one looked closely, they would notice the eager glow in her eyes.
Recently, besides training, what she looked forward to the most was Asher's cooking, but due to her personality, she usually wouldn't show it directly.
As the four were about to leave, Guinevere, as she passed Morgan le Fay, suddenly frowned and muttered to herself, "How strangeā¦ why is there a smell of blood?"
Morgan le Fay's steps paused slightly. She looked at Guinevere with surprise.
There wasn't a single drop of blood on her, so why could this girl smell it?
"A smell of blood?" Asher slowed his pace, sniffing around, but didn't smell anything bloody.
"I don't smell any blood," he said, turning to look at Guinevere.
"Perhaps it's just my imagination," Guinevere's expression was grave, but upon noticing Asher and Artoria's gazes, she quickly revealed a gentle smile and shook her head.
"I knew it. It's just the four of us here; how could there be any blood? Unless someone got hurt during your fight earlier," Asher said with a smile. "Let's go."
With that, he walked ahead first, followed closely by Artoria.
Morgan le Fay deliberately slowed her pace because Guinevere glanced at her again, clearly wanting to say something privately.
"You have a very dangerous ability," Morgan le Fay said, casting Guinevere a faint glance. "It's a very dangerous abilityāfor both others and yourself."
"Was it indeed the scent of blood coming from you?" Guinevere looked at the proud woman beside her. "I remember Arthur saying earlier that you went to find Agravainā¦ so, this scent of blood is related to him?"
Guinevere suddenly stopped speakingāMorgan le Fay placed an index finger gently on Guinevere's lips to silence her.
Morgan's face revealed a captivating smile, her beautiful eyes holding a hint of gentleness. "Just pretend you don't know anything, like just now. You're a smart child, aren't you?"
"Sister Morgan, hurry up!" Asher called from not far away.
"Coming, coming. So impatient," Morgan smiled faintly, her finger gently stroking Guinevere's fair cheek. "Let's go."
Guinevere followed behind Morgan, looking deeply at the woman.
She still couldn't understand why this woman, known as the "Witch," was so close to King Arthur. Was she trying to gain some benefit from him?
Arthur must have been deceived by the facade Morgan presented to him. From the first moment she met Morgan, she could feel the terrifying aura Morgan carried. There must be some purpose behind her approaching Arthur.
After this birthday banquet, she would return to Camelot with Arthur. She had to stop Morgan's evil plan, no matter what!
Guinevere subtly clenched her fist; her expression gentle, but her heart secretly resolute.
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The next day.
Asher and the others prepared to go to the Kingdom of Leodegrace, first to send Guinevere back, and second to attend her birthday banquet.
This was an invitation from King Leodegrace, so Asher had to go. He wanted to know what this king was truly thinking and why he had taken the initiative to attack and capture a territory at that time.
Because with him setting an example, others among the tribes had also begun to stir.
Even if they were unwilling to hand over their tribes to King Arthur, they were still very tempted by new territories. Moreover, they knew well that they would have to face this issue sooner or later.
Whether to betray the country or choose to submit.
And the reason why the tribal kings considered this so seriously was because of King Leodegrace's capture of the territory.
Asher truly couldn't understand why the other party was helping him so much.
Is it just because his daughter is with me?
Asher often thought this way.
After the attendants led out the horses, Asher, accompanied by several Knights of the Round Table, arrived at the city gate.
"Lord Agravain, you seem to be in a bad mood today? Has something happened?"
For some reason, Asher felt that the Iron Knight following behind him seemed to be in a considerably bad mood.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm fine," Agravain said, then secretly glanced at Morgan beside him. "Please be careful on this journey. The foreign races have not yet been eliminated, so there may be danger on the way."
"It's fine. Don't look at me like this, I can protect myself, and Sister Morgan is also here; she'll protect us," Asher said with a smile.
Agravain gave Morgan a strange look.
This woman protecting othersāThat was truly hard to imagine.
And it was quite strange that his mother, who rarely left the royal city, would choose to come along. Does she have another plan?
"Do you have a problem?" Morgan looked at Agravain with a sweet smile.
Agravain collected himself and calmly shook his head, "No."
But as he shook his head, as if recalling some unpleasant events from yesterday, Agravain's body trembled slightly.
"Let's go, Arthur," Milo's sweet voice came from beside him.
"Mhm," Asher nodded, spurring his horse out of the city gate. Artoria and Guinevere followed closely behind.
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"Do you remember what I told you?" Morgan le Fay tilted her head and looked at Milo.
"Yes," Milo said with a smile, "If it's for Arthur, I'm happy to help."
"I'll draw out those two tribal leaders attending the banquet," she said again. "My father had some connections with Duke Bel during his lifetime. It shouldn't be difficult to draw him out. The other oneā¦ might be a bit more troublesome, but it's not impossible."
Morgan le Fay withdrew her gaze and said faintly, "Let's go."
Although not entirely satisfied with Milo's earlier remark about being for Arthur, Morgan temporarily pretended not to hear it, as she still needed Milo's help this time.
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"Sister Morgan, you're so slow," Asher turned to look at Morgan le Fay, who was chasing him on horseback.
"After all, I'm not a knight. I'm not particularly familiar with horses," Morgan smiled faintly, not annoyed.
"Arthur's horsemanship has improved a lot compared to before."
Milo quickly caught up to Asher on horseback, her pink hair fluttering slightly in the wind. She wore a black uniform dress, with the top two buttons of her full bust unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of her milky white cleavage. The skirt barely covered her upper thighs, exposing a pair of full, long, fair legs, with a black thigh ring on one leg making her already snowy skin appear even more striking.
And because she was riding a horse, Milo's ample chest bounced up and down. Even when Asher looked straight ahead, he could feel the two "hearts" beside him. After enduring for a while, he finally couldn't resist glancing at the girl beside him, then quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.
"How lustful. Secretly watching a woman's chest while riding a horse is not gentlemanly behavior," Morgan le Fay's faint voice immediately came from behind.
Is Sister Morgan staring at me? She noticed even that?
"I'm going ahead to catch up with Lily and the others," Asher said, a little embarrassed, then spurred his horse to gallop faster towards the front.
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Guinevere, not very good at riding horses, was sitting behind Artoria. The white horse named DĆŗn Stallion ran so fast that they were almost out of sight in a blink.
"Arthur is really innocent," Milo said, looking at Asher chasing Artoria on horseback, a faint smile on her face.
If it were the noble scions she used to know, their gaze would probably be glued to her by now, unable to move.
Milo didn't think this was because Arthur wasn't interested in her. If he wasn't interested, he wouldn't have been peeking at her just now.
His "running away" now was just because he was easily shy.
He was becoming more and more to her liking.
Milo subtly licked her vivid lips, but suddenly felt a chill down her spine. When she turned to look, she immediately saw Morgan le Fay's cold gaze.
Morgan examined Milo's attire, then said faintly, "Maintain a distance of at least ten meters from Arthur until we reach the Kingdom of Leodegrace."
As she spoke, Morgan le Fay secretly noted this lesson.
Even though her advantages were greater than Milo's, they weren't highlighted at all. Instead, she wore a relatively conservative dress, which was truly a misstep.
But this was not a big deal. In this world, strength reigns supreme. Milo's strength dictated that she could only act sneakily, while Morgan could act openly.
After speaking, Morgan rode off, leaving Milo staring at Morgan le Fay's back with resentment, but helpless.
Who made the other party so powerful? This ensured Morgan would hold the dominant position.
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Asher quickly noticed Morgan catching up beside him, so he turned his head to look at her, curiously asking, "I think I just saw you talking to Milo?"
"Yes, she had some confusions, so I answered them for her," Morgan le Fay said.
Asher looked at Morgan in surprise. "When did your relationship with Sir Milo become so good?"
"Our relationship has always been pretty good," Morgan said with a sweet smile. "Probably because I have a relatively good temper."
"I seeā¦"
Asher showed a thoughtful expression. He looked back at Milo, who had caught up to them not far behind but hadn't gotten a single bit closer. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. "Why is Sir Milo so far away from us?"
"Perhaps she's thinking. It's better not to disturb her right now," Morgan raised a hand to block Asher's sight, smiling faintly. "She's currently thinking about the questions I just answered for her."
"I see, then I won't disturb her," Asher nodded gently, withdrawing his gaze.
To still be answering Milo's confusions while on the roadātruly worthy of Morgan le Fay.
He believed that if things continued this way, everyone would soon understand Morgan's goodness, instead of treating her as a witch.
Glancing at Morgan le Fay beside him, who wore a gentle smile and appeared exceptionally warm in the sunlight, Asher couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Sister Morgan is indeed very kind."
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