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Warm light illuminated the alchemy workshop, and the scene within naturally came into view. Asher's gaze instinctively scanned the workshop, his eyes sweeping over the white mouse confined in an iron cage. It lay spread-eagled in the iron cage, its belly gently rising and falling, appearing to be sound asleep, completely unaware that someone had entered the alchemy workshop.
Morgan's gaze swept over the iron cage, her eyes quickly falling on a certain spot inside. Faint oil stains remained in the iron cage, particularly noticeable under the light. Morgan pursed her lips, inadvertently glancing at Asher.
She walked to a cabinet, took out a withered branch, and turned back to Asher. "The branch you mentioned, is it this?" Asher nodded. The light in the alchemy workshop had been very dim when he first arrived. Now, with the clear light, he could finally see what the branch looked like. This branch looked like a withered branch from autumn, and its surface still bore traces of something having gnawed on it. Previously, he had felt a connection to this branch, but now, that connection had disappeared.
"Sister Morgan, do you have any clues?" Asher asked.
"This seems to be something obtained from the Gate to the Otherworld before, but I didn't know its effect, so I've kept it here," Morgan said, falling into thought as she looked at the branch in her hand. "To resonate with something like this? It seems I need to investigate..."
"You said earlier that you absorbed the magic from this. Are you sure?" Morgan turned to Asher. Asher nodded and said, "I can still feel the flow of that magic right now; there's no mistake."
"Sister Morgan, do you have any more of these branches?" This child actually took the initiative to ask me for something? Morgan looked at Asher in surprise, but still shook her head regretfully. "This is my only material. I'll keep an eye out for you later." Although she was happy that Asher would actively ask her for help, Morgan herself didn't know much about this kind of branch, so she inevitably felt a little regretful.
"It's okay, I'm not forcing it. If you don't have it, you don't need to go out of your way," Asher said.
Morgan Le Fay rubbed her temples, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh. "Ash, don't say things like that to me again. It's as if our relationship isn't very close, and that's why you're being so reserved with me."
"I just don't want to trouble you too much," Asher said.
"That is being reserved! If you feel bad, just make it up to your sister in other ways, that's enough!" Morgan gave Asher a sideways glance, her usual elegant smile tinged with a hint of irritation. This was the first time Asher had seen such an angry gaze. Although it wasn't good to say, he thought an angry Sister Morgan seemed even cuter... Asher silently stared at this exquisitely beautiful woman, his heart fluttering for a moment, an urge to hold her tightly.
"Take this to Lily. This time, make sure she drinks it all."
Morgan's voice brought Asher's thoughts back. She took a narrow-mouthed bottle from a drawer and handed it to Asher. "As for the branch, I'll research it further. At least I need to figure out what it is."
Asher nodded silently and took the antidote. "I'm going to Lily's room now. Do you want to come along?" Asher looked up at Morgan, but immediately lowered his gaze again.
Not good... What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel Morgan is even more beautiful than before, as if I'm only now truly understanding her?
"I still have some things to deal with. You go find Lily first." Morgan's tone still showed a hint of annoyance, seemingly dissatisfied with Asher's previous response.
Asher turned to leave, but before stepping out, he couldn't help but look back at the woman behind him.
Morgan was carefully examining the branch, seemingly delving into its mysteries. The warm light fell upon her, as if naturally revealing a faint warmth on her usually cold and arrogant face, like early spring snow, gentle, quiet, and delicate as silk.
"Sister Morgan." Asher walked forward and lightly patted Morgan's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Morgan turned back, puzzled. Asher wrapped his arms around Morgan's slender waist, and slightly tiptoed to kiss her cheek. "Thank you." In Morgan's brief moment of stunned surprise, Asher had already turned and slipped away after saying his thanks.
Staring at the young man leaving the alchemy workshop, the woman's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint, serene smile.
When thanking someone, one should give something substantial... This child learns quite fast.
It wasn't until Asher's figure had completely disappeared that Morgan turned to look at the white mouse in the cage. Her previous smile gradually turned cold. "If you keep playing dead, I might have an extra late-night snack tonight."
The white mouse remained motionless, still lying there, its belly gently rising and falling, seemingly sound asleep. A hint of coldness flashed in Morgan's pupils. She clenched the branch in her hand and walked to the cage, poking the seemingly dead white mouse with the branch.
Whoosh! A string of fiery sparks danced at Morgan's fingertips. The white mouse suddenly opened its eyes and retreated to the corner of the cage, trembling as it said,
"W-what do you want?!" Morgan opened the cage door and grabbed the white mouse.
"If I recall correctly, that branch was in your mouth, wasn't it? Do you know what it is? And where can I find more of these branches?" The white mouse turned its head away, "I don't know." Morgan stared at the white mouse in her hand, saying nothing. A deathly silence.
"What did you tell that child?" she then asked.
The white mouse didn't make a sound, but its heart grew increasingly guilty. Morgan Le Fay was not only terrifying in strength, but also incredibly perceptive. If someone were truly with her in the future, they would be held tightly in her palm. Even the slightest hint of a relationship with another woman outside would probably be immediately detected.
"You're not going to talk?" Morgan suddenly showed a smile that broke the ice, gently stroking the white mouse's fur. "Let me guess. When I caught you, it was the day Vortigern entered the Gate to the Otherworld. You must be a creature from there, right? Did you tell him about the White Dragon body? What else did you say?"
"You're a witch, so you think I'd be against him. You said something similar... right?"
"Don't you only care about your own interests?" The white mouse didn't struggle at all, just stared at Morgan and said.
"Yes," Morgan nodded frankly and said lightly, "Everyone acts for their own benefit; that's common sense." The white mouse remained silent.
"Do you know how to catch a mouse?" Morgan suddenly asked.
"Catch a mouse...?" The white mouse hesitated.
"Have you forgotten how I caught you back then?"
Morgan said slowly. "The first day I discovered someone secretly entered my alchemy workshop and ate my precious materials. After that, I wanted to catch the culprit, but that mouse was too cautious, so I had to find a way."
"I placed precious materials on the ground, luring it closer little by little, until it entered my room..." Morgan curled her finger and flicked it hard on the white mouse's head. "The cage door closed, so that's why you're here now."
"Asher... is that mouse?" the white mouse asked.
"Yes," Morgan's face softened as she mentioned the young man. "After luring him into my room, I can eat him."
"And he was clearly willing, but at this moment, someone wants to persuade him to escape from me. Don't you think such a fellow... is detestable?" The white mouse instinctively tried to shrink back, but was held in Morgan's hand, completely unable to move. Its gaze was unsteady, as if it had a bad premonition. It was an important experimental subject, but it had overlooked King Arthur's place in this woman's heart. It had thought this witch intended to use Asher, but from its recent observation, it seemed that wasn't the case.
"I just want love," Morgan caressed the white mouse's head. "There are only two people around me, and only those two are willing to talk to me. Anyone who tries to separate us will die." Morgan's face showed a bright smile, yet a cold indifference always lingered in her brows.
"You're sick," she suddenly said, staring at the white mouse.
"I'm not sick..."
"You're sick, you have heatstroke." Morgan said seriously, the flames in her hand roaring, the scorching light seemingly igniting the entire alchemy workshop.
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"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'll tell you! I know where there are more of these branches, not just branches, but also seeds. If you want them, I'll take you! I've hidden a lot, I guarantee King Arthur will be satisfied!" The white mouse was tied to a barbecue rack, the flames beneath it already lit. Its beautiful white fur was already somewhat scorched from the heat. This woman actually wanted to eat it! Not like eating Asher, but actually roasting it into food! If it didn't speak now, it would probably lose its life.
"Given that the child still trusts me, I'll consider this a test for me," "A test of my standing in that child's heart."
Morgan snapped her fingers, and the flames quietly receded considerably. "Alright, tell me everything you know."
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