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"Meaningless apologies are unnecessary. You know this child won't criticize you harshly for something like this," Morgan Le Fay said, stroking the broken blade of the Caliburn, then raised her icy eyes. "However, I need to confirm something. Guinevere, you must have told Arthur about encountering trouble when you came to him tonight, right?"
Guinevere nodded gently.
"Then it's fine. In that case, it was purely because Arthur was so eager to protect a flower that he agreed to let you sleep in his bed tonight," Morgan said, casually glancing at Asher. At the same time, Scathach also looked at Asher beside her, instantly making his throat subtly gulp, but he dared not swallow his saliva.
Frankly, Asher would rather fight the black shadow from before again than face the scrutinizing gazes of his Shishou and Sister Morgan. Although his reasons were legitimate, the fact remained that Guinevere was indeed in his bed tonight. And during that time, he did harbor some improper thoughts. But it couldn't be helped. Lying beside him was a stunningly beautiful woman in a nightgown, almost half-naked, her skin occasionally touching his body. Who wouldn't be tempted? Is it wrong for a man to be lustful?!
I'm just base; is it wrong to desire her body? Of course... Asher would die before saying such a thing.
"Princess Guinevere, do you really have no clue about that black shadow from earlier?" Asher stiffened and changed the subject. Its target was always only Guinevere, which meant that Guinevere was hiding some kind of secret. Scathach and Morgan's gazes also returned to Guinevere. Guinevere's face again showed hesitation, but she finally bit her lip and nodded seriously. "About this, I do have a little clue, but I don't think my words alone are convincing, so I need a witness."
"Who?" Morgan asked.
"Sir Milo." Guinevere uttered a name that surprised Asher, and after a brief moment of?? (daze), an intriguing smile quickly appeared on Morgan's face.
"I see... No wonder she found my dressing room so quickly back then. Was it you who told her?" "No, it wasn't verbally telling her... but information sharing?" Morgan speculated.
"Something like that," Guinevere nodded gently, then looked at Asher with a hint of embarrassment, a faint blush on her face, as if recalling some unpleasant things.
Sometimes, when Milo was doing things to make herself happy at night, she would call out King Arthur's name, and such feelings would naturally flow into Guinevere's heart. This was one of the reasons she fell for King Arthur.
Morgan looked at Guinevere meaningfully. "It's getting
late. You two should go back and rest. Ash probably doesn't have the energy to think about things now, does he?" Asher remained silent, but immediately saw a flash of panic in Guinevere's clear eyes. That's true, after something like this just happened, asking her to go back and rest now seemed unrealistic. But this room was clearly not a place for living either. Asher glanced at the window, where cold wind continuously poured in. That window had been almost completely destroyed by his previous small light cannon.
"You all come to my room. I'll have this place repaired as soon as possible," Morgan continued. Scathach stood silently nearby, unusually quiet. After all, there was someone resting in her room. Uathach was very difficult to wake once she fell asleep; even shaking the bed next to her probably wouldn't rouse her, let alone with the soundproof barrier previously set up in this room.
"I'll go check on Uathach's safety, and I'll also go to Sir Milo's. In the meantime, I hope you won't do anything else," Scathach looked at Morgan.
"Don't worry, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I don't think he's in the mood for it right now, anyway?" Morgan smiled at Asher.
Asher: "..." So why does she assume I'd do something?!
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Why did it turn out this way?! Asher looked at Guinevere, who had fallen asleep quickly and was hugging one of his arms, and sighed from the bottom of his heart. "Although she seems gentle and elegant, she's unexpectedly clumsy sometimes," Asher mumbled.
Not long after Scathach left, Morgan took Asher and Guinevere to her room and arranged for them to sleep.
Before sleeping, Asher was still quietly talking to Guinevere, probably saying that with Morgan nearby, it would be difficult for them to sleep. Guinevere also nodded in agreement, but she fell asleep just a few minutes after closing her eyes. Perhaps she was used to hugging something when she slept, and she had used Asher's arm as a pillow. Asher had never seen someone who slept so soundly. In the Land of Shadows, he had coaxed Uathach to sleep before, but Uathach wasn't so easy to put to sleep. He always had to play with her until she was tired. It was kind of like being a cat owner.
Cats are like that; if you want them to sleep well at night, you have to play with them during the day, giving them no rest time. As long as they've played enough, they'll sleep soundly at night, just like Uathach.
Guinevere's sleeping speed was incredibly fast; he didn't have to do anything at all. He didn't know if it was due to being overly startled earlier or if she was just naturally a heavy sleeper. To be honest, being relied upon like this, and having his arm occasionally touch her soft chest, was quite nice, but the problem was that Morgan Le Fay was staring at him right next to him, staring so intensely that Asher questioned his life.
"Sister Morgan... can you please stop staring at me? It's hard for me to sleep like this," Asher finally said, looking up in exasperation.
"This is my job, and I hope you can understand. Also," Morgan glanced at Guinevere's already substantial chest.
"I also need to prevent you from doing anything bad to Princess Guinevere."
"Do I look like that kind of person?!" Asher asked.
"Yes," Morgan nodded. "Inexperienced children like you have no immunity to chests, don't they? Otherwise, you wouldn't have licked your sister, would you? So it's very possible you'd secretly rub her chest while Guinevere is sound asleep."
"If I wanted to rub, I would have done it already!" Asher attempted to clear his name.
"I'm here, so you didn't do it," Morgan said flatly.
"In your heart, am I the kind of person who would take
advantage of someone?" Asher looked somewhat heartbroken.
"Hard to say, you're repressed," Morgan said. Asher: "..."
Fine, sister, as long as you're happy ^^.
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The next day, before dawn, Asher was mercilessly woken up by Scathach before he had gotten enough sleep. Asher was still a bit groggy and on the verge of a temper tantrum, but upon seeing his Shishou, he obediently dragged his somewhat weak legs out of bed. Because, in addition to Scathach, Morgan, Artoria, Guinevere, Milo, and Uathach were all there. Being stared at by so many people, if he could still sleep, his mental state would truly be invincible.
As for the reason his legs were weak, it was naturally because of Guinevere. This girl usually appeared dignified and elegant, but her sleeping posture was a bit poor. Not only did she kick him twice during the night, but at some point in the middle of the night, one of her legs was pressed on his leg. That alone would be fine, but the crucial thing was that her knee was pressing on his thigh. If pressure is applied to the thigh for too long, it can easily lead to weakness in the legs.
"Princess Guinevere, can you explain now?" Scathach's gaze fell on Guinevere. Guinevere's expression struggled for a long time, and she looked at Milo again.
"Tell them. Even if you don't say anything now, they'll investigate it anyway," Milo sighed, covering her forehead. Clearly, the current situation was beyond her expectations. "That guy is really impatient. I'm not even in a hurry, what's it rushing for?" Milo mumbled. That guy...? Is Milo talking about the black shadow from last night? Asher noticed the words Milo used.
"Arthur, can you hold my hand?" Guinevere walked to the head of the bed and sat down, extending her hand to Asher. "I need a little courage to recall what happened before." Asher came back to his senses, looking at the sadness in Guinevere's eyes, and could only reach out and grasp the girl's soft, slightly cool small hand. In the room, the gazes of several girls subtly sharpened, their expressions changing slightly at the same time.
"Actually, this was probably a few years ago... probably starting when I was twelve," Guinevere began to slowly recount the past. ...After listening to Guinevere's narration of the past, Scathach's face showed a thoughtful expression. "No wonder. The strange feeling I had before was because of this." She had felt a strange sensation when she first met Guinevere, but couldn't pinpoint the exact reason. After hearing Guinevere's words, Scathach finally understood what that strangeness was about.
Guinevere's situation was very similar to Morgan Le Fay's, but fundamentally different. Both were a trinity, but Morgan was a divine trinity, while Guinevere was not a god... but her name was not merely a human name. Guinevere is a title. Its meaning is roughly "White Enchantress/Fairy/Beauty," and another meaning is "Purity/Justice/Holiness." In other words, this princess is not human, but a magical creature.
"One is Milo, one is you, so who is the other person?"
Morgan looked at Guinevere, who was tightly clutching Asher's hand due to nervousness. The gazes of the others also fell on her.
"This matter concerns the enemy who attacked Ash last night, right?" Artoria looked at Guinevere. "Can't you tell us?" Guinevere remained silent for a long time, then finally shook her head. "I cannot reveal any information about that person to outsiders."
"This is a geis," Milo interjected, her voice low. "A long time ago, I swore an oath to that person, and it is through them that I can kill the enemies who obstruct me."
"Residing deep within Camelot Castle, strength comparable to mine, holding some purpose towards Princess Guinevere, and sighing when Asher's Caliburn breaks..." Morgan's eyes shimmered with contemplation. "Besides that lazy, philandering good-for-nothing, does such a person really exist?"
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