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The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the glass window, making it hard to open one's eyes. Feeling a gentle breeze accompanied by the morning light moving back and forth across his eyelids, Asher slowly squinted.
"So dazzling... my eyes..."
He climbed out of bed, intending to draw the curtains, but as soon as he got up, he felt his legs weaken.
"My... my waist aches so much..."
His steps felt like they were filled with lead. Asher relied on his years of training to painstakingly get out of bed and barely managed to draw the curtains. And Shishou still wants me to train in this state...
Asher buried his head into the soft covers without looking up. He was simply too tired, too tired to move at all.
Actually, Scathach's judgment wasn't wrong. Asher truly had some energy left after being with her last night; at least, after a night's rest, his spirits should have mostly recovered. But she never expected Morgan to sneak into Asher's room in the dead of night, and to make matters worse, summon two of her clones...
Normally, one Morgan Le Fay was enough for Asher to handle, but last night was that kind of situation. If Asher hadn't been quick-witted and managed to find an excuse, he probably would have been exposed last night. After all, no matter how much Scathach tried to hide the "evidence" in the room, Morgan Le Fay's body could genuinely feel Asher's magic. From that, she could guess something.
Fortunately, although Morgan suspected Asher might have been wasting his magic somewhere behind her back, she couldn't have imagined that the Queen of the Land of Shadows, who usually expressed strong disdain for her "pedophilic" tendencies, had also secretly made a move.
Although it was due to the magic potion that Artoria brewed, which didn't contain fish soup, leading to the opportune moment.
Sleepiness kept washing over him. Asher could smell a faint, comforting fragrance that quickly made him close his eyes.
Just a little more sleep, just a little more, and I'll get up to train. Asher thought. With that thought, Asher gradually drifted into slumber.
Time passed unknowingly for an hour. Asher felt someone gently pat his shoulder several times. He groggily opened his eyes. After a sleepy yawn, he rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes and suddenly felt his lips touch something.
A very soft, warm, and smooth sensation. Asher looked intently and saw a pair of fair, tender thighs. Much of his earlier sleepiness immediately dispersed. Asher turned to look at the owner of the thighs.
Artoria was looking down at him, a faint smile on her face: "Good morning, Ash."
Asher was currently lying on Artoria's lap. No wonder he felt something was slightly off when he lay down earlier. He usually lay on a soft quilt, but when he lay down just now, his cheek touched a soft yet elastic thigh.
If it were normal, Asher would have reacted immediately, but he was simply too exhausted from being "drained" last night. He even thought he was going to die and didn't even know when Morgan left, only vaguely hearing her say something like "Thanks for the hospitality."
He woke up groggily this morning, unable to think of anything.
"When did you come in, Lily?" Asher said, shifting his body, intending to move off Artoria's legs, but his head was gently held down by Artoria.
"Just stay like this for now. It's been over an hour, it won't hurt to lie down a bit longer, will it?" Artoria, seeing that Asher was finally obedient, then spoke, "You seemed to wake up a bit late today, so I thought I'd come in and call you to train together, but when I came in, you looked very tired, so I thought I'd let you sleep a bit longer."
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Oh, I see... that's thoughtful of you," Asher said. He rarely saw Artoria being so considerate of others. If it were before, she would have definitely woken him up decisively for training when the time came, but today she specifically let him sleep a little longer.
"It's just a trivial matter," Artoria shook her head. "Did you do anything bad last night? You look very tired."
According to her Royal Sister, the fish soup in that potion had no effect on males, so Ash shouldn't be so tired.
Did he do something else last night? But even so, it shouldn't be like this. He possessed the body of a White Dragon, naturally having high recovery and stamina.
Even after an intense battle, he shouldn't be this exhausted. Asher's heart suddenly skipped a beat. For some reason, he felt a bit guilty. He glanced at the girl looking down at him. "Didn't do anything, just kept practicing runes."
After practicing, I also briefly studied the changes in the friction coefficient of objects in dry and wet environments. That's all... Asher naturally didn't dare to say such words directly; he only added them in his heart.
"You should still be moderate. Consuming too much magic at once can indeed make you very tired." Artoria's face showed a hint of a smile. "Since it's because you trained late last night, I'll tell your Teacher when I go to
the training ground, and you can rest well again today?"
"Is my Shishou at the training ground?" Asher asked subconsciously.
"Mm, she's been there since early this morning. She just
had two more sparring matches with Lancelot while waiting for you to arrive at the training ground. She should still be there now," Artoria said. "She seems to be in a very good mood today."
"Then I'd better go..." Asher said, painstakingly climbing off Artoria's lap, enduring his weak body. After taking off his upper clothing, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Artoria, who was sitting at the head of the bed, staring at him unblinkingly.
"Lily, I need to change."
"I know." Artoria nodded.
You know what? You look like you completely don't! At least turn your head as a gesture.
"Please turn your head or wait outside for me," Asher
said helplessly. His skin was still quite thin; he couldn't change clothes in front of a girl.
"Don't worry, I don't mind," Artoria said.
"But I do mind!"
"Ash is so easily shy." Artoria's face showed a hint of a smile, but she still turned her head, waiting for Asher to change. Whether it was because Asher had a bad sleeping posture last night or something else, the quilt and mattress were in disarray.
I should take this time to tidy up for him. Artoria thought, then stood up and folded the quilt. Just as she was about to pull the mattress straight, a black velvet object appeared in her vision.
What's that?
Artoria's eyes filled with confusion. She picked up the velvet object and spread it out. Its true form then appeared before her. It was a pair of sexy black stockings.
Artoria paused, then hid the stockings behind her back. She slowly turned to look at Asher, who had just finished changing and turned to face her.
If I remember correctly, these are Royal Sister's, aren't they?
l"Lily, what's wrong?" Asher didn't seem to notice the stockings Artoria was hiding behind her back. He only felt that her gaze was very strange and couldn't help but ask curiously. Connecting it to Asher's fatigue today, Artoria seemed to have realized something, her head
slightly bowed.
"Nothing," she shook her head. "You really didn't do anything bad last night, did you?" As she finished speaking, Artoria raised her eyelids and calmly gazed at Asher.
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