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"What was Lily even thinking?" Asher wondered as he carried Artoria back to her room. According to Morgan, what Lily wanted to do at that moment was to follow her inner desires. So... she really wanted to... But why? If it was an confession... what's the necessary connection between a confession and H? Because she saw Royal
Sister do it, so she wanted to do it too?
Asher gently placed Artoria on the bed, covered her with a blanket, then shook his head and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. The moment he turned, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Milo, hands behind her back, a wide smile on her face. "Arthur, you're back. Nothing happened, right?"
"No, but next time, can you make some noise when you walk...? It's creepy to be so silent; I thought you were an assassin." Asher complained. He considered his perception abilities to be very strong, but he hadn't sensed Milo's presence at all just now. How terrifying was that level of stealth?
"My apologies, my apologies. I was just trying to surprise you. I'll be more careful next time." Milo put her hands together, smiling apologetically.
"It's fine this time," Asher shook his head. "Don't you have anything else to do today?"
Milo spread her hands. "Even I need to rest occasionally.
If I had known it would turn out like this when I pledged allegiance to the King, I wouldn't have come to you for anything." She had thought it would be a situation where the King would rely on her more and more. Little did she know she'd be working with a golden gorilla and a reclusive man every day. Oh, and a few other maids presumably sent by Morgan. Clearly, Morgan had long known Milo's intentions and used this method to restrict her.
Asher knew he was in the wrong, so he just smiled, pretending not to hear. Just then, footsteps approached from not far away. He turned to see Scathach walking towards him. "Shishou," Asher greeted her. Scathach nodded gently, but her expression was clearly not good.
"Did something happen?" Asher asked, puzzled. What kind of trouble could make Scathach show such an ugly expression?
"Your sister is here." Scathach's first sentence made Asher's expression stiffen.
"Sister Uathach?" Asher looked up, and when he saw Scathach nod in confirmation, his mind went blank for a moment. To be honest, he hadn't yet figured out how to handle his relationship with Uathach. He thought that in Britain, he wouldn't have to face this so soon, but he didn't expect Uathach to arrive so quickly.
"Who's Uathach?" Milo's curious voice came from beside him. Her eyes assessed Scathach. Besides the previous knighting ceremony, this was the first time she had seen this woman.
"My daughter." Scathach noticed Milo's gaze and studied her. Then, a hint of confusion appeared in Scathach's eyes. "Why do you feel so familiar? Have we met before?" Her red eyes observed the pink-haired girl in front of her. For some reason, she felt an unusual sense of familiarity.
"Perhaps we met at the knighting ceremony. Besides that, it's impossible for us to have met at any other time because I've been working constantly," Milo said with a smile. Scathach's eyes remained doubtful, but she didn't think much of it, just nodded slightly. "You must be very
tired."
"Not at all, it's my honor to work for the King." Milo slightly lifted her skirt, striking an elegant pose. "Then, I'll go take care of today's government affairs."
"Go on," Asher recovered and told Milo. She nodded slightly, turned, and left along the corridor. Scathach gazed at Milo's retreating figure and gently shook her head. It seemed she had been a bit paranoid lately.
"Shishou, where is my sister now?" Asher asked. Seeing Scathach didn't respond, only looking straight ahead, he followed Scathach's gaze to Milo in the distance, and strangely called out again, "Shishou?"
Scathach came back to herself, composing her emotions, and said, "She said she wanted to give you a surprise, secretly going to your room to 'ambush' you later..."
"That's quite her style," Asher said with a smile. "Looks like I'll have to lock my door tonight."
"Still in the mood for jokes? It seems you've mentally prepared yourself?" Scathach gave Asher a meaningful look.
Asher nodded: "I haven't prepared myself."
"Then why so calm now?"
"Sister's already here; I can't just sneak away now, can I?" Asher spread his hands. "Besides... Sister probably just came to play, it's fine."
"Just to play?" Scathach repeated.
"Moreover, this is something I'll have to face sooner or later. I'll explain to Sister once I've mentally prepared myself," Asher continued.
"You've already come to that realization?" Scathach asked in surprise.
"If I want to be with Shishou... I can't do without that realization," Asher shook his head.
Scathach was silent for a moment, then smiled silently, looking up at the rain outside. "It seems you're becoming a bit of a man."
"However, I hope the child learns the truth a little later." Scathach raised her hand, raindrops hitting her palm, splashing a few drops on her face. "I also need to come to that realization."
Asher nodded slightly. "I'll wait for you, so don't feel too much pressure." Scathach flicked the raindrops from her hand, watching them fall into the heavy rain in front of the courtyard. She turned to the young man beside her.
"Thank you for your understanding."
Asher shook his head and said, "This is just the most basic tolerance for a lover."
At this, Scathach, momentarily stunned, quickly revealed a charming smile. "You're getting better at talking." Her eyes were much softer than usual.
"By the way, that child named Milo just now... who is she to you?" Scathach suddenly remembered Milo, who had just left. The worry caused by her daughter's arrival had largely subsided with Asher's words. She quickly recalled the young girl. For some reason, she always felt a familiar aura about that girl... very familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint why.
"Sir Milo?" Asher was stunned. "Why did you suddenly bring her up?"
"Just a little curious," Scathach said.
"Nothing at all has happened between me and her, really!"
Asher explained. Seeing this, Scathach couldn't help but smile. "I didn't say anything happened between you and Milo. Your reaction now is rather suspicious."
"Uh..." Asher felt relieved by Scathach's words and briefly explained Milo's background. Finally, Asher curiously asked, "Shishou, is there something about Milo that concerns you?"
"No, I'm not sure what that feeling is yet," Scathach shook her head. "I have something else to do. I'm leaving now." She made to leave.
"Shishou, where are you going?" Asher asked.
"Morgan said she was going to concoct an antidote for the aphrodisiac incense. Since I have some free time now, I want to go take a look. She said it would be done in half a day, and it should be about time."
"I'll go with you!" Asher said. Scathach nodded gently. "Alright." The two left the corridor together and walked towards Morgan Le Fay's alchemy workshop.
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Morgan Le Fay hummed a tune, standing in her alchemy workshop, deftly twirling a potion in one hand, while pouring several differently colored potions into an empty narrow-mouthed bottle with the other.
Bang! The narrow-mouthed bottle cap exploded with a puff of green smoke, which then dissipated. Morgan put down the bottle, fanning her nose. After the smoke cleared, she picked up the bottle to examine it, then brought her nose closer, gently fanning the air towards her nose, and sniffed. This method was taught to her by Asher, who said it would reduce the amount of gas inhaled. Although she felt these potions wouldn't have much effect on her, she still followed his instructions so as not to disappoint him. This indeed reduced the amount of smell.
"Hmm... it smells fine. This way, Lily's blackened problem can be solved as soon as possible." Morgan nodded with satisfaction, glancing at the fat mouse in the cage next to her, constantly running on its wheel. It was gnawing on something as it ran, as if it would die if it didn't eat.
Morgan opened the cage and extended her demonic claw towards the white mouse.
"No! Let me go! Lady Morgan, no! Let me go, I don't want to drink potions, I refuse, this is an inhumane experiment!" The enormous white mouse struggled desperately in Morgan's hand, trying to escape, but to no avail.
"Shut up! This is for your weight loss! I've been making you run on the wheel every day, and you haven't lost any weight. All you do is eat, eat, eat!" Morgan grabbed the narrow-mouthed bottle beside her and placed it in front of the white mouse. "Drink it! It will help you lose weight." This was a potion that could reduce the desires deep within a person's heart, precisely the opposite effect of the aphrodisiac incense Lily had smelled earlier. If administered in the proper amount, it should quickly restore her to her former self.
"No! No! I refuse! You witch!" Seeing Morgan approaching with the potion, the white mouse struggled with all its might, its two chubby little paws flailing everywhere, but it was useless.
"Those words won't work on me," Morgan smiled indifferently. "Witch? Actually, I don't dislike that title."
She held the narrow-mouthed bottle towards the white mouse. "Quickly, don't make me do it myself."
"I don't want to! You malicious woman! King Arthur hates women like you who abuse animals and have no kindness! You'll never get King Arthur's heart, I curse you to never be queen in this life!" Morgan's fingers paused slightly.
"Drink it when I tell you to drink it! So much nonsense!"
She grabbed an iron rod and pried open the white mouse's
mouth, about to pour the potion down. The white mouse struggled even more fiercely, trying desperately to close its mouth. Several sharp tooth marks appeared on the iron rod from its biting.
"If you don't let go, you'll see what happens," Morgan threatened coldly. The white mouse still refused to let go. This monster was quite intelligent and knew that once it let go, Morgan would definitely pour the potion in, so it refused to release its grip.
"Very well... Since the gentle way doesn't work, I'll have to use force!" Morgan said, about to activate her magic to teach this fat mouse a lesson, but then, a voice suddenly came from the doorway.
"Sister Morgan." Morgan's movements paused. The white mouse seized the opportunity, bit the iron rod, and flung it aside. Then it turned to look at Asher, as if it had seen hope.
"King Arthur, save me! This malicious woman is conducting inhumane experiments on me!"
"Why are you here?" Morgan Le Fay wished she could tear the white mouse's mouth apart, vowing in her heart to roast this lab mouse after the experiment.
"Shishou said you were concocting an antidote, and told me to come take a look." Morgan glanced at Scathach, who stood beside Asher, her eyes narrowing slightly.
To think even Scathach cares about Lily's affairs so much...
Asher looked at the alchemy workshop's environment, then at the white mouse in Morgan's hand. It looked very pitiful, its big eyes staring at him. "Sister Morgan, how about you just let it go...?" Asher tried to ask.
The white mouse instantly saw hope and shrieked, "King Arthur is wise! Woman, did you hear that? Or are you planning to defy the King's command?!" It turned to Morgan Le Fay, as if emboldened by another's power.
"This is an antidote prepared for Lily. Are you sure you want to give it to her without testing it first?" Morgan asked indifferently.
"Oh, it's an antidote for Lily. Then it's fine, you can continue," Asher silently turned his face away. Since it was for Lily, it was better to be cautious.
"King Arthur! King Arthur!" The white mouse's squeals echoed in the alchemy workshop. "King Arthur's Shishou, help me!" It looked at Scathach.
Scathach looked up, meeting Morgan's gaze. She said indifferently, "Go ahead~" She quickly withdrew her gaze, appearing completely unconcerned.
"You two malicious women! Old women that no one wants" The white mouse's voice suddenly quieted.
Sensing two terrifying killing intents permeating the air, its animal instincts made it realize the danger.
"I'll drink... I'll drink it then," it said. Afterwards, Morgan began observing the white mouse's changes. She saw the white mouse climb into the cage, but it was completely indifferent to the food inside. The entire mouse lay flat in a spread-eagled position, revealing a bulging belly, looking like a "Buddhist" type of creature, accepting its fate.
"The effect is good, but it seems the dosage needs to be reduced appropriately?" Morgan muttered to herself, then brewed some more potion, placing a small bottle in Asher's hand. "When Lily wakes up, have her drink this, and everything will return to normal." Asher took the bottle, a colorless liquid in a transparent glass bottle, and nodded gently.
"I'll go to Lily's room now to check."
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Artoria opened her eyes from a hazy slumber. Brilliant golden eyes. She lay in bed, turning her head to look out the window. It was currently evening. From the room's arrangement, there was no doubt she was back in her own room.
As if remembering something very important, her pupils seemed to flow with magma, making her already brilliant golden eyes even more dazzling. The effect of the aphrodisiac incense from Morgan's dressing room was still significant, but she still possessed her original personality and shouldn't have been so enraged. Yet, she still couldn't curb the anger in her heart. The reason was none other than Asher's words before she fainted.
"You're not an adult yet."
Not an adult...
Artoria slowly closed her eyes.
Those words were just an excuse from that coward, right! After all... she's already sixteen!
Her age was already a little younger than Asher's, but
not by much. She was almost sixteen when she pulled the Caliburn. Sixteen, that was already the age for coming of age ceremonies. Yet, when Asher said she wasn't an adult, she actually froze. Because she never paid attention to her own age, and she hadn't even realized that half a year had passed since the selection of the King. But even if she hadn't wavered then, she probably would have failed in the end, right? After all, Royal
Sister was already on her way.
But why?
The same enclosed room, why could Royal Sister do it, but she couldn't? And Royal Sister even came to stop her? If she wasn't mistaken, Scathach probably came too.
Are those two just sore losers?!
The door opened silently. The newcomer seemed afraid of disturbing the room's occupant. After opening the door, he slipped in, then quietly closed it. He turned and his gaze met Artoria's.
"Lily, good afternoon," Asher gently waved and walked in front of Artoria. Artoria silently turned her face away, ignoring Asher.
"Lily?" he called out again, then sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you still angry?"
"Otherwise?" Artoria finally spoke, her voice cold and clear. "I've already come of age. What you said today was just an excuse; you just don't want to accept my feelings."
"Liking someone isn't only about that kind of way," Asher sighed.
"Then why can Royal Sister...?" She turned to Asher. Even in the dim light, her golden eyes were still captivating.
"Perhaps that's just how adults are..." Asher didn't know how to explain it.
"I shouldn't have been fooled by your words," Artoria showed an displeased expression. "I should have just decisively fucked you."
"Lily... you'd better be careful with your words, or you'll definitely regret it when you recover later," Asher kindly reminded her. If Artoria took Morgan's antidote later, some of the things she said today would be full of embarrassing past.
"You're right," Artoria nodded gently, seemingly taking it in. Just as Asher relaxed, he heard her continue.
"Then, can you let me fuck you?" Asher's smile slowly froze.
Fuck, it actually sounded a lot more indirect...
"You wouldn't dare, would you?" Artoria glanced at Asher dismissively. "Royal Sister was right, you're truly a big repressed pervert."
Asher let out a long sigh. "Lily, you'll really regret saying something like that."
"I won't regret it," Artoria glanced at Asher indifferently.
"Alright, you can leave now."
"Drink the antidote first," Asher took out Morgan's antidote. "Drink this, and you'll return to normal."
"I don't need that kind of thing," Artoria shook her head.
"Are you really not going to drink it?" Asher asked.
"No need, get out," she said again.
"Alright," Asher nodded gently. Looking at Asher, who was about to leave the room, Artoria smiled dismissively. Coward. She retracted her gaze and turned to look out the window. Is she abnormal now? She didn't think so. How could fully releasing the desires in one's heart be abnormal?
Artoria suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to look. "What else do you want?" she asked, frowning at the young man in front of her.
Asher pressed on her shoulder, giving her no chance to speak, and pressed his lips against Artoria's. Artoria's eyes slowly widened, as if disbelieving that this guy would dare to do such a thing to her, even though he had just been meekly scolded and chased away. Giving her no more room to think, Asher's tongue pried open her teeth, and some kind of liquid seemed to flow from Asher's mouth into hers. It was the antidote Asher had just taken out.
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