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"Sister Morgan isn't in the alchemy workshop or her room, so where did she go?" Asher stood on the palace's highest terrace, sighing helplessly. He still hadn't gotten Lily's antidote. To be honest, he was a little worried about Uathach and Artoria's situation in the room.
Night had imperceptibly descended, painting the sky with a mysterious, inky hue. The rain seemed to shroud all of Britain, and the rustling of trees in the wind filled the air.
"Could she be in that secret room from before?" A soft voice suddenly echoed in the darkness.
"That's possible too" Asher nodded thoughtfully, then hesitated, turning his head. Morgan Le Fay, dressed in a raven-black gown, stood behind Asher with her hands behind her back, smiling gracefully. Her figure was tall, and the dim environment couldn't conceal her breathtakingly beautiful, delicate face. Her proud and majestic empress-like aura was fully displayed. However, there was a teasing glint in Morgan Le Fay's eyes. Just seeing this youth brightened her mood considerably. If she teased him a little, she could probably maintain a good mood all day.
"So late, what are you doing here alone? Standing on the night terrace looking at Britain's rainy scenery?"
Morgan's voice was relaxed. She walked slowly, her high heels clicking on the wet floor, splashing raindrops.
"I was looking for you everywhere earlier, couldn't find you, so I thought I'd come to the terrace to check," Asher said, silently watching Morgan approach. She wore high heels, her chest full and high, her legs long and slender.
Her fair skin showed beneath the black dress, making her stunningly beautiful in the night.
"Looking for me?" Morgan walked beside Asher, her eyes teasing. "Is the rainy night too lonely, so you want to find your sister to relieve boredom?"
"Lily hasn't finished her antidote, so I wanted to ask if you had any more," Asher said.
"The antidote, you can just get it from my alchemy workshop later. There's still some left from today's batch." Morgan finished speaking and looked at Asher.
"You don't have anything else to ask me?"
"No," Asher shook his head.
"There should be, though." Morgan's eyes gazed at Asher, who was slightly lowering his head. "What are you worried about?" Asher didn't speak. He didn't know if he should bring up what happened in the alchemy workshop just now. He was really curious about the White Dragon's body. What exactly was Morgan's purpose in letting Vortigern go back then? Was it just to release information so that the tribal leaders could temporarily unite against a common enemy? It was probably far more than that.
"Are you troubled by something, after all?" Morgan lowered her eyelids slightly, looking down at Asher. "Ash, I don't want there to be any barriers between us, so if there's anything, you can just say it directly."
"White Dragon's body..." Asher stopped abruptly at this point. Morgan didn't speak, just looked at him.
"Never mind, it's nothing," Asher shook his head. "Sister Morgan, where did you find those materials?" Bringing up the White Dragon's body now would likely involve that mouse. Once he asked why Morgan let Vortigern go back then, Morgan would definitely guess something.
After all, more than half a year had passed, and only now was he suddenly asking about this. With Sister Morgan's intelligence, she would definitely connect it to someone having told him something. Although that someone wasn't a person, but a mouse. Compared to that, it might be safer to ask about the branch first. As for the White Dragon, it might be better to ask in a few days. Besides, Asher was also very curious about the branch.
When he left earlier, Asher had carefully felt it. This magic was very special. Although it didn't belong to him, it could naturally integrate into his body and open certain switches... or rather, seals, within his body. If he could get more materials like this, it might not be impossible to reach the level of Scathach or Morgan.
Morgan looked deeply at Asher. "In the past, if I found good things when I was out, I would try to take them. Some were also gifts from nobles. Before I knew it, I had collected so much. What's wrong?"
"Then do you remember collecting a kind of branch?"
Asher said. "A withered branch."
"A withered branch..." Morgan frowned and pondered for a moment. "I think I vaguely remember it. What's wrong?"
"Actually..." Asher briefly explained the situation he had just encountered. Morgan nodded occasionally.
"I see, a special kind of magic in your body?" "But I can't understand what you're saying. I need to feel what kind of magic it is to truly understand," she continued.
"Feel it?" Asher repeated.
"Mm, simply put, it's through intimate physical contact..."
"Sister Morgan, I'm asking you a serious question right now!" Asher silently rubbed his forehead.
"I'm answering you seriously too. After all, I can't understand what you're saying when it's so abstract."
Morgan said this, looking up at the sky outside the terrace. The night wind blew, and the rain curtain slanted down, like countless fine threads hitting the ground, creating faint ripples, as if lotus flowers were blooming.
"Alright then, I'll take you to the alchemy workshop. I'll get you the antidote, and we can also see what kind of branch you're talking about."
"Thank you." Asher looked up, gazing at Morgan Le Fay's tall figure. Morgan seemed to notice Asher's gaze, a slight curve forming on her lips, a faint smile on her exquisitely beautiful face.
"You know, I hate verbal thanks the most." She tilted her head, scanning Asher, and licked her soft, tempting lips. "When you thank someone, you should at least show some sincerity." "For example... here." She pointed to her cheek.
The dominatrix's aggressiveness was fully displayed, her fervent gaze making Asher's breathing quicken. He seemed to want to step forward but hesitated. Morgan couldn't help but smile, ruffling Asher's hair. "This time it's fine, but remember for next time, sister doesn't accept verbal thanks." Her captivating face still held a faint smile as she scrutinized Asher again.
"Let's go, let's head to the alchemy workshop first." As she spoke, Morgan had already turned and walked down the terrace. Asher snapped out of his daze and followed behind Morgan. This woman always seemed to be like this, decisive and resolute, undisturbed by anything, like an emperor issuing commands from her throne. If King Uther hadn't intended to give the position to Artoria from the start, perhaps Britain under Morgan Le Fay's leadership would have been a grand sight to behold.
The two left the terrace. Asher looked up at the sky outside. Rain, like countless silver threads, silently drifted down from the sky. It wasn't heavy; rather than rain, it was more like mist. Everything in front of him was just blurred outlines. Asher stepped on the wet ground, closely following Morgan. Unconsciously, they arrived at Morgan's alchemy workshop. The night wind blew, Morgan's dress lifted slightly, revealing her fair skin, and her beautiful long hair fluttered. She glanced back at Asher, who seemed to have peeked at her as the wind blew. Her lips curved into a perfect arc, and she smiled, shaking her head, then pushed open the door to the alchemy workshop.
She lets him do whatever he wants, and it's not even the first time, yet he's still so timid. There's just no helping him.
"Come in first." As Morgan spoke, she snapped her fingers, and the dark alchemy workshop lit up.
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