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"I really didn't expect to be outmaneuvered by my own sister."
Morgan le Fay sighed inwardly, looking at Artoria and Asher in the center of the ballroom. She hadn't expected her own sister to be the one to interfere in the end.
"They really do look like a suitable couple," a voice came from beside her. Morgan le Fay turned to look, and King Leodegrace was slowly walking towards her.
"Princess Morgan seems to have a good impression of King Arthur."
Morgan le Fay looked at the aging man and smiled faintly. "As the daughter of the former king, isn't it normal for me to assist the king in his growth?"
King Leodegrace nodded slightly, looking towards Asher with a somewhat nostalgic expression. "It seems Princess Morgan has a good impression of King Arthur."
Morgan turned back to look at Asher, her eyes softening a little.
After all, Asher could be said to have grown up under her watch.
King Leodegrace noticed the slight softening in Morgan le Fay's eyes and smiled faintly. "To Princess Morgan, King Arthur must be like your younger brother, right?"
Morgan le Fay paused slightly, momentarily unsure what the king meant, but silently nodded nonetheless.
No one said a brother couldn't be a lover.
"Currently, the foreign tribes have not yet been pacified, and King Arthur's power, though seemingly vast, is still somewhat limited. If a suitable marriage alliance could be formed, it would probably greatly assist the situation," King Leodegrace said slowly, looking at the two in the center of the ballroom.
Morgan le Fay's eyes slightly lifted. "Are you saying, to form a marriage alliance with Princess Guinevere?"
"For Princess Morgan, King Arthur is like her younger brother. To see her younger brother marry and have children would also be a beautiful thing, wouldn't it?" Leodegrace laughed heartily.
"Indeed," Morgan said with a smile.
"So, after this, I'll trouble Princess Morgan to lend a small hand," King Leodegrace said with a smile. "To be frank, I know my time is short. In this chaotic world, I also hope my daughter can have a good destination."
"Your remaining days are indeed few. It seems you've met someone with prophetic abilities?" Morgan looked deeply at Leodegrace.
She could sense the "aura of death" on Leodegrace. Although he hadn't reached the age of dying of old age, some parts of his body were already showing signs of aging.
At this rate, he would probably pass away in a few years.
Leodegrace nodded gently, looking at Guinevere, who was walking into the center of the ballroom, his eyes deep. "Though my life has had many regrets, I am mostly content. My only concern is my daughter; many people covet her beauty. King Arthur is an upright man. As long as her safety can be ensured, I will be satisfied."
"Your daughter will be very safe, don't worry," Morgan le Fay said calmly. "Provided you behave yourself."
"Then I thank Princess Morgan in advance for her willingness to play matchmaker," Leodegrace turned to Morgan with a smile.
Morgan didn't answer, just looked at the three people conversing on the stage, lost in thought.
The next morning, Asher and the others set off, leaving Leodegrace's kingdom. When Guinevere suggested returning with Asher and the others, Leodegrace readily agreed.
This surprised and delighted Guinevere slightly.
She hadn't expected her father to be so amenable, agreeing to her request so easily.
"Be extra careful on this journey. If you encounter any difficulties, you can send someone to write to me," Leodegrace gently patted his daughter's head, appearing very gentle.
However, as he spoke, he glanced at Asher again.
"King Arthur, I'll trouble you to take good care of my daughter."
Asher mounted his horse, and hearing King Leodegrace's words, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.
Why did those words sound so odd?
Asher nodded slightly, "I and the others will take good care of Princess Guinevere."
Leodegrace looked deeply at Asher, then said no more.
It seemed Arthur wasn't completely clueless either...
He said "I and the others," not just "I."
Did that mean he understood the meaning behind his words just now?
But it didn't matter. With his daughter's charm, no man could resist her.
They set off to return to Camelot, arriving at the palace around noon.
"What was Lily thinking last night?"
Asher looked at Artoria, who was conversing with Morgan le Fay ahead, and couldn't help but wonder.
He knew Artoria had never been very interested in dancing, but last night she suddenly stepped forward and invited him to dance, which was truly baffling.
"Is something wrong?" Artoria, seemingly sensing Asher's gaze, turned back to look at him.
"No, nothing..." Although he really wanted to ask Artoria directly, for some reason, Asher felt that even if he asked, she might not answer.
Lost in thought throughout the journey, they entered the palace.
At the palace entrance stood a golden-haired man, clad in armor, looking exceptionally handsome. However, his handsome face was currently etched with melancholy, his expression casting a shadow even in the sunlight.
"Sir Gawain, you're not waiting for us to return, are you?" Asher walked up to Gawain, scrutinizing him curiously. "Could it be that the foreign tribes have made another move?"
"King Arthur, you've finally returned," Gawain breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Asher.
"If you didn't return soon, things would probably escalate."
"Did something happen?" Seeing Gawain's solemn expression, Asher's heart sank, and he asked.
Morgan frowned, looking at Gawain's grim expression, and for some reason, a bad premonition arose in her heart.
"You all come with me first," Gawain glanced at Asher and the others, then took the lead and walked into the palace. Asher, seeing this, followed Gawain into the palace.
Along the way, Asher felt that the surrounding attendants' gazes seemed strange, which gave him a very bad feeling.
"I'll wait for you outside," Guinevere stopped before the room door, wisely choosing to wait at the entrance. While Milo wanted to follow Asher into the room, she was stopped by Morgan le Fay, and could only stamp her foot in anger, daring not to voice her resentment.
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Ten minutes later, Gawain generally recounted the events of the past two days. Towards the end, his gaze fell upon the expressionless Asher, and he continued:
"That is to say, there's a rumor spreading throughout Camelot."
"King Arthur is of the White Dragon lineage, and his true identity is the son of Vortigern."
Gawain looked at the expressionless Asher, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "I had intended to inform you as soon as possible, but calculating the time, even if I had gone to report last night, it would have been around the same time you returned to the capital anyway."
"It seems to be a trick of the foreign tribes?" Morgan narrowed her eyes. "No, the foreign tribes shouldn't know about this, which means..."
"Vortigern?" Asher muttered to himself.
Few people in this world knew his identity, and among his enemies, only Vortigern came to mind.
"You seem calmer than I imagined?" Morgan le Fay turned to look at Asher, finding him much calmer than she had expected.
"Actually, I'm a little angry," Asher said.
"Only a little?" Morgan asked.
Asher nodded, "Just a little."
I am of the White Dragon lineage, Vortigern is also of the White Dragon lineage, why am I his son?!
"Is King Arthur really of the White Dragon lineage?" Hearing their conversation, Gawain couldn't help but ask, his gaze fixed on Asher.
His mother had never told him these things. He had always been kept in the dark until yesterday when the news suddenly spread throughout the capital, and he suddenly remembered something: Asher's second attempt at drawing the sword seemed to have failed.
He should have guessed something then.
He had once thought Morgan had simply cultivated a second Red Dragon, but he hadn't expected her to cultivate the White Dragon that Merlin's prophecy spoke of, representing the Saxons.
"What's the point of saying that now?" Morgan said coldly, "Regardless of whether he is a White Dragon, has he done anything to harm Britain so far?"
Gawain was silent for a while, his gaze still fixed on the black-haired young man.
His expression was more relaxed than expected, or perhaps, relieved.
"I am of the White Dragon lineage," under Gawain's gaze, Asher candidly admitted.
Gawain's eyes changed slightly, his gaze fixed on Asher's eyes, seemingly trying to discern any emotions other than calmness.
But he saw nothing. If anything, the king's eyes at this moment, besides calmness, showed more relief.
"You may withdraw. I will handle the rest myself," Asher said.
Gawain still wanted to say something, but seeing that Asher had no intention of continuing the conversation, he could only turn and leave.
"This should be the foreign tribes' last resort, right?" Asher lightly tapped the table with his finger, seemingly pondering some issues.
"What do you plan to do?" Morgan le Fay asked in a low voice.
She hadn't expected Vortigern to dare leave such a method before entering the Otherworld, attempting to crush King Arthur.
Now, rumors outside claimed that the foreign tribes had already colluded with King Arthur, which was why they had readily surrendered several territories to King Arthur, aiming to reduce casualties on both sides.
"It's over, Sister Morgan," Asher turned to Morgan le Fay with a smile.
It was indeed over. This country would never recognize a White Dragon as King Arthur. Once someone asked him to prove his identity, his White Dragon identity would immediately be exposed.
The only feasible method... was to let everything return to normal.
"This is not the time to be smiling, is it?" Morgan le Fay frowned.
Why could he still smile so easily at this time?
"Then do you have a solution?" Asher asked, "Unless you draw all my blood to ensure my identity isn't leaked?"
Morgan fell silent.
That was impossible to do.
But once someone demanded Asher's blood, it would immediately prove certain things, and then the truthfulness of the rumors would be confirmed.
At that time, Britain's internal situation would probably fall into chaos first.
Vortigern...
Morgan le Fay's eyes seemed to burn with fire, killing intent erupting.
She should have killed him directly then; that way, no one would have known about the White Dragon.
No... even so, there was still Merlin who knew about it.
Did he already foresee this point?
Morgan couldn't help but wonder.
"Should I have pulled the sword at that time after all?" A hint of regret showed in Artoria's eyes. If she had pulled the Caliburn back then, Asher wouldn't be in this predicament now.
"Pulling the sword was my choice, it has nothing to do with you," Asher shook his head. "Lily, you must be tired from your journey, go rest first."
"But—" Artoria seemed to want to say something, but Asher interrupted her.
"Trust me, I'll handle it."
Artoria looked at Asher's gaze, and finally nodded gently, leaving the room.
Knock knock.
A moment later, another knock came from outside the room.
Lancelot pushed the door open.
"King Arthur, you've finally returned," Lancelot looked at Asher in front of him, his face solemn, "Gawain has already told you the situation, right?"
"Mm," Asher nodded, "I will clarify and prove myself as soon as possible. You may go now."
Lancelot still wanted to say something, but ultimately nodded and left.
After that, Lamorak and Bedivere also arrived successively, all for the same reason.
After sending off a continuous stream of people, the room returned to silence, leaving only Morgan le Fay and Asher.
"What do you plan to do?" Morgan le Fay looked at Asher with complex eyes.
Currently, not only the common people but even some members of the Knights of the Round Table were questioning King Arthur's identity, hoping he could prove himself.
But because he had previously consumed White Dragon blood, Asher couldn't prove that he wasn't a White Dragon.
"I'm sorry," Morgan le Fay said softly.
After all, it was she who wanted to transfer the White Dragon's power to Asher. If it weren't for her, this situation wouldn't be happening now.
"It has nothing to do with you. If it weren't for you, my body would probably still be in a sickly state now," Asher said with a smile, "And there's still a way to solve it."
Morgan le Fay frowned slightly, "You won't do anything reckless, will you?"
Asher's smile made her a little uneasy.
"I will ensure that Britain can continue to function normally," Asher continued, "And I will be fine."
"There's such a way?"
Morgan considered herself very intelligent, but she hadn't thought of a suitable solution now, yet Asher, who had just learned about this, immediately had a way to deal with it?
"Aren't you going to tell me for now?"
Seeing that Asher had no intention of explaining, Morgan stared at him for a while, then turned to leave.
"By the way, Sister Morgan."
Asher looked at Morgan le Fay's retreating back and suddenly called out to her.
Morgan's steps paused slightly, and she turned back to look at him.
"I'm leaving Lily to you from now on."
Morgan's eyes slowly widened, as if she realized something. She turned and quickly walked to his front, placing a hand on Asher's shoulder, staring into his calm, dark eyes.
"What do you want to do?"
"Let everything return to normal," Asher said calmly.
Lily hasn't pulled the Caliburn yet, and the tribes have mostly been unified. Although it was a conspiracy orchestrated by the foreign tribes, at least the territories have been largely reclaimed.
Now, letting everything return to normal shouldn't be a problem.
And then, he should leave here.
"You want to leave?"
Morgan le Fay understood Asher's meaning and stared at him intently.
"I will stabilize the situation in Britain before leaving. After that, as long as we proceed steadily, driving out the foreign tribes won't be difficult... With you there for Vortigern, I'm also very relieved."
This was a conspiracy planned by the foreign tribes, but in reality, for Asher, it was also an opportunity.
He had never found a suitable opportunity, but this time, upon reflection, it was indeed a good one.
Although the reason for this opportunity was a bit undesirable.
"Sister Morgan, don't you think it would be better if I went back? We can live like we used to, and Lily's problems have been resolved, haven't they? You just need to have Agravain and Gawain continue to assist Lily, just as you assisted me before."
Asher smiled at the end, "It's just that after this, I probably won't be able to come to Britain often."
"Are you serious?" Morgan asked.
"I'm very serious," Asher nodded.
"Take this opportunity to resign!"
Morgan's eyes flickered as she stared at Asher, then she quickly nodded, "I understand. Come to my room tonight. We need to discuss this in more detail."
"Why your room...?" Asher was stunned.
"My room has a barrier set up," Morgan played with a strand of her hair, raising her eyes to look at Asher, "After all, we have to be careful of eavesdroppers."
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