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"King Arthur and Lily? They said they were going to the training grounds to spar." Guinevere said, looking at Morgan who stood before her.
"Training grounds? In this rainy weather?" Morgan frowned slightly, falling into a brief contemplation.
Guinevere blinked: "Did something happen?" Seeing Morgan didn't answer, she looked at Scathach leaning by the door. She was wearing a flowing purple-red short skirt, and her attire gave off a noble and elegant impression, but Guinevere knew very well the terrifying nature of this woman. It wasn't the first time she had seen what Scathach was like in battle. In short, these two women were terrifying existences. Even without being skilled in martial arts, Guinevere knew this well.
"I just went to the training grounds; they're not there," Scathach said calmly.
"Could they be on their way back?" Guinevere said this, then shook her head herself. "No, if that were the case, you wouldn't be asking me."
"But logically, nothing should happen in the palace, right?" Guinevere suddenly asked.
"Indeed, nothing should happen. At least, there's no need to worry too much about safety," Morgan paused slightly here. "But... honestly, I'm a bit worried about Lily. The emotional impact she's experienced these past few days must be quite significant..." After all, successively learning that both her Royal Sister and Ash's Shishou had made moves on him would likely create a considerable shock for a young girl, possibly even leading her to do something undesirable. For example... imitating their behavior.
Guinevere almost had question marks popping above her head. She couldn't understand what Morgan meant for a moment.
Thump-thump. Just then, there was a knock on the door outside, followed by a guard's voice from the entrance. "Princess Morgan, King Arthur has not left the palace. Someone reported seeing them seemingly heading south after leaving the training grounds." Morgan Le Fay was slightly startled.
South? As if remembering something, Morgan Le Fay's expression suddenly became extremely grim.
"It seems you know something?" Scathach still leaned against the doorway, her tone devoid of any worry. This was the British Royal Palace, with countless guards, and with her and Morgan Le Fay present, her disciple would not encounter any danger.
Furthermore, her disciple's own strength was sufficient for self-preservation; even if something happened, she would notice the slightest movement. Morgan's current behavior was a bit over-the-top.
"If nothing goes wrong, Lily must have taken Ash to my dressing room," Morgan said.
"Dressing room?" Scathach looked up at the rain outside the window, saying in a teasing tone, "I didn't realize you were such a vain woman, specially preparing a dressing room?"
"And then, since they're in the dressing room, what are you worried about now?" Scathach asked. "If it were you, you'd probably set up quite a few protective barriers or guards, right?"
Morgan nodded gently. "Sixteen Sustained Knights, and magical mechanisms I've set up. Anyone not recognized who forces their way in there cannot leave safely, but Ash and Lily are not among them, so their safety is not a concern."
Scathach stared at Morgan's still worried eyes. "Then what are you worried about?"
"I just said they don't need to worry about safety," Morgan said slowly. "But in terms of personal safety, I think it's better to worry a little."
"What do you mean?" Scathach felt an indistinct sense of unease.
"That room contains the aphrodisiac incense I stored," Morgan said.
"What effect?" Scathach frowned. Morgan smiled, but there was no amusement in her eyes. "Aphrodisiac... to be precise, it stimulates the desires deep within one's heart, making people act according to their deepest desires."
Scathach: "..."
"Why would you put something like that in your own room?!" Scathach suddenly had an urge to shoot this foolish woman
"It smells good," Morgan said innocently. "And I'm immune to this fragrance. It was accidentally blended. As long as the stopper isn't opened, or the bottle isn't broken, there won't be any problems. Just smelling it even has a mind-clearing effect."
"Is it an alchemical product where extremes meet?" Scathach showed a thoughtful expression.
"Um... is it really okay for you two to be chatting here?" Guinevere cautiously raised her hand, looking at the two women in front of her. "If they really opened the stopper or broke the aphrodisiac incense, wouldn't something big happen?"
"Wouldn't it cause a considerable commotion if they started fighting?" Guinevere asked worriedly.
"They won't fight," Morgan said, her smile gone as she finished speaking. "But he'll probably be tied up." As she said this, she leaped out the window, transforming into a raven in Scathach's sight and flying into the distance.
Scathach rubbed her temples, feeling a headache. She was an excellent warrior, unfazed even by gods, but encountering this kind of situation gave her a headache. "I guess I'll have to go take a look." Scathach walked to the window, leaped up, and her figure broke through the rain curtain.
The room returned to silence. Guinevere lay on the soft bed, her eyelids slightly lowered, gently hugging the blanket. Her usually cheerful bright eyes now appeared particularly dim.
Thump-thump. A knock sounded at the door.
"I'm coming in," she said, already pushing the door open.
"So this is King Arthur's room. I think this is my first time entering." She curiously observed her surroundings, then looked at Guinevere lying in the bed.
"Please, go take a look," Guinevere raised her eyes to the woman in front of her.
"Why me?" she asked.
"That person won't help, so I can only ask you," Guinevere said softly. "My martial arts are terrible; it would be useless if I went.
"But men like pure girls like you. They'd probably love to see how such a pure girl reacts when they conquer her," she slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing her charming and alluring face, her pink hair gently fluttering. She smiled gently, cupping Guinevere's delicate face in her hands.
"But alright, since we are one, and I'm also very interested in King Arthur, I'll help you." Her lips touched Guinevere's lips.
"My other self."
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Asher really wanted to know why he had been encountering such miserable experiences these past few days. Why did just accompanying Lily for a spar, and then planning to change clothes on the way back, turn into this?
Lily's current state was clearly abnormal; those golden pupils... they were exactly like his own when he had over-powered before. But she clearly didn't have so-called "over-power." Could she have become like this from smelling that fragrance?
"I've lost count of how many times it's been." Artoria's voice pulled Asher back to reality. When he looked up, he saw Artoria's eyes, even calmer than usual, her tone laced with a chilling coldness that made his heart tremble.
"What?" Asher was stunned.
"Do you take me for a child?" Artoria stood in a white gown, looking at Asher like an empress. Asher remained silent. Lily was a little younger than him, so she was indeed a child, right? He truly treated Lily like a younger sister. After all, everyone around him was older than him. He finally met a girl around his age, so it was natural to treat her like a younger sister.
"So you do take me for a child?" Artoria gripped the white stockings she had just taken off, the high temperature rapidly drying the already soaked stockings. "Very well..."
Artoria walked towards Asher. Asher instinctively backed away until he was against the wall behind him.
He had nowhere left to retreat and looked up at Artoria.
"Lily, we need to find Sister Morgan. You must have smelled the fragrance just now to become like this. Sister Morgan should have a way to help you recover"
"Shut up!" Artoria said coldly. Asher was stunned. The current Lily was indeed problematic; she would never speak like this normally, would she?
"Sister Morgan... always Sister Morgan."
"But she really will have a way to help you"
Thump!
Before Asher could finish speaking, Artoria's hand forcefully pressed against the wall behind Asher, her golden pupils filled with aggression. "Say one more word." She picked up the stockings in her hand. "And I'll muzzle your mouth."
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