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"What exactly was that thing, Princess Guinevere? I believe you must know something about it." Morgan Le Fay walked up to Guinevere, effortlessly cradling the weak Asher in her arms, her gaze fixed intently on
Guinevere.
Guinevere bit her lip, hesitation clouding her face. Asher looked awkwardly at the woman before him. On her delicate face, her usual gentleness had been replaced by icy frost, and a hint of killing intent flickered in her beautiful eyes as she stared at Guinevere. "I hope you understand that I have no interest in interfering in your affairs, but now King Arthur's safety is involved."
Guinevere looked at the young man lying in Morgan's embrace, a complex expression on her face.
"Sister Morgan, can you please let me go first? I still have the strength to stand," Asher said weakly. Shishou and Guinevere are both here. Don't I have any dignity?
Morgan glanced at Asher, ignoring him, and her gaze returned to Guinevere. "You must be hiding some secret, right? That woman said before that you gave her a very strange feeling." Scathach had indeed felt a strange sensation when she first met Guinevere, a subtle feeling that Scathach herself couldn't quite describe. But without a doubt, Guinevere was not an ordinary person, or rather, she was a commoner, but perhaps not a commoner without abilities.
"Hey... Sister Morgan," Asher called out again, a bitter smile in his heart. She's completely ignoring me... This posture is incredibly embarrassing. What man gets carried in a princess carry by a woman? Especially with Shishou right there...
Asher had just thought of this when he suddenly felt a chilling gaze from not far away. He tilted his head slightly and saw that Scathach's face was also covered in frost, but it wasn't directed at him. Her eyes were fixed on Morgan Le Fay.
"First, release my disciple," Scathach stepped forward. Alright, this is exactly what Asher was worried about. Shishou was a very strong-willed person and certainly wouldn't tolerate her disciple being held in such a posture.
"He's injured and needs a place to rest right now. We can't guarantee that thing from earlier doesn't have accomplices, so staying with me is safer," Morgan breathed a warm puff of air onto Asher's face. "The current focus isn't your disciple; it's Princess Guinevere's issue. I hope you can focus on the bigger picture first."
"I naturally know to focus on the bigger picture, but didn't you hear my disciple? He told you to put him down," Scathach said coldly.
"He can't see the situation clearly, so staying in my arms is the safest right now"
"Don't play such boring tricks. Don't you know if there will be more enemies coming? Or do you only know how to play these irritating, childish games?" Scathach reached out and grabbed Morgan's hand.
"I'm not playing any tricks," Morgan avoided Scathach's hand. "It's you... are you trying to ruin my good time because you acted too late?"
"You're the one who can't see the situation clearly."
"Both of you, shut up!" Asher, having endured enough, felt increasingly annoyed and loudly stopped their voices.
Scathach and Morgan's gazes fell on Asher, and even the overly frightened Guinevere was stunned for a moment, recovering slightly. Uh... I think I just did something pretty incredible. This kind of thing, at least in Asher's opinion, no one else would dare to do right now.
However, because of Asher's words, Morgan still put
Asher down, though her eyes still faintly glinted with excitement, leaving Asher bewildered. Isn't Sister Morgan a sadist? Why is she so excited after I yelled at her?
"Disciple, did you get a clear look at that black shadow?"
MScathach seized the opportunity to walk to Asher's side, placing a hand on his shoulder, and looking down at him. "Or, did anything feel off about your battle with it?"
Asher didn't know what to say. If anything felt off, he felt he was the one who was off. The black shadow's strength was clearly superior to his. A move that even the Sword of Selection couldn't break was repelled by a single word from him. Moreover, at the time, he felt nothing real, completely unaware of what he was thinking, only feeling anger, believing that he was being underestimated by the other party, and then wanting all those annoying hairs to go back where they came from.
And they actually did.
In addition, the black shadow gave Asher a very strange feeling. This strangeness was not because its aura was strange, but rather Asher felt that he was not facing a ghost, but more like facing an intelligent creature. Most importantly, that creature never intended to kill him from beginning to end, and even let out a sigh when the Caliburn broke. Thinking of this, Asher said, "I can definitely feel something is off, but I can't quite pinpoint what the problem is right now. I apologize."
Scathach nodded: "Understood." She herself had this feeling. A creature that could escape from a sealed space shouldn't be too weak, yet it decisively fled at that time.
Was it because Morgan was also present, or did the opponent simply not intend to engage in a prolonged battle?
Morgan coldly stared at the woman supporting Asher, anger rising in her heart at this woman's shamelessness.
She spoke so nicely, telling her to put Ash down, but Scathach, seizing the opportunity, went up and supported Asher. Indeed, the older you get, the thicker your skin! But now Morgan couldn't tell Scathach to let go. If she spoke now, she would seem petty. After all, with what had just happened, the top priority was to figure out what that black shadow was. Morgan's gaze swept around the room, focusing slightly on a spot on the floor.
She stepped forward and picked up the Caliburn, now broken in two. Asher also noticed Morgan's movement and said with a serious expression, "Earlier, I used the infallible magic spear technique my Shishou taught me and threw the Caliburn. The sword broke when it touched the black shadow."
"Just touched its body?" Morgan asked in a low voice. Asher nodded in confirmation. This was truly a very strange matter. According to the legends of King Arthur, the Caliburn broke because King Arthur did not adhere to the spirit of chivalry. But in his battle with the black shadow, where did he not adhere to the spirit of chivalry? Weren't they having a 1v1 battle of men in the room? Did anyone interfere in this battle? Morgan and Scathach only arrived later because of the light cannon he shot into the sky. Well, the other party might not necessarily be a man, given that their hair was long enough to drag on the ground.
"I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, Arthur wouldn't have faced tonight's crisis... but besides him, I really couldn't find anyone else..." Guinevere's voice trembled with unease. When she looked up, her eyes were moist and faintly shimmering with tears. "I'm really sorry!"
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