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Almost at the same time Morgan uttered the name, Guinevere's expression showed a subtle change. Asher noticed the change in Guinevere's face and then glanced at Milo, whose face also looked somewhat off. Upon hearing the name "Vivian," Asher already had the answer in his heart. In the legends of King Arthur, after the Caliburn broke, King Arthur received the Sword of the Lake from Lake Avalon. That is, Excalibur.
"Wait... Vivian..." Morgan suddenly remembered something important and murmured to herself, "Could it be her?" She looked up at Merlin. "Are you here to give us the answer?"
"No, no, I haven't said anything from beginning to end. I'm just giving King Arthur a little correct guidance," Merlin spread his hands. "I didn't say anything else." Morgan stared at Merlin for a long time, then suddenly smiled. "If she knew you told tales, she'd kill you."
"I told you I didn't say anything! I just came to guide the King to obtain the Sword of Kingship," Merlin shrugged innocently and transformed into petals, disappearing from everyone's sight, as if afraid of causing trouble.
Morgan stared at Merlin, who had long since vanished from the room, remaining silent.
"Shouldn't you explain a little?" Scathach lightly tapped the doorframe, bringing Morgan back to reality. Feeling everyone's gaze, Morgan rubbed her temples as if with a headache and slowly began: "If nothing unexpected happened, the person who attacked Guinevere last night should be the Lady of the Lake from Lake Avalon."
"The Lady of the Lake?" Scathach glanced at Guinevere and Milo, who both seemed to have somewhat strange expressions, then asked. "Merlin means for you to take my disciple to obtain that Sword of Kingship?"
Morgan nodded gently, then sighed. "Frankly, if I could, I would never want to go to that place in my entire life."
For some reason, Scathach had a feeling that Morgan's words were sincere.
"However, I can take him to find Vivian," Morgan continued. "But tonight, I'll be responsible for protecting your disciple's safety. As for Guinevere, you'll be responsible for her tonight." If she had to go to such a place, how could she not demand some substantial compensation for wrapping Asher up for a night? Scathach was slightly startled, and looked at Asher with a complicated gaze.
"Believe me, if you knew how much I truly don't want to face that woman, you would definitely agree to my conditions," Morgan said again.
"A woman you dislike..." Scathach raised an eyebrow.
"How rare. Is her personality worse than yours?"
"Her personality is as gentle as Guinevere's," Morgan said, glancing at the pure girl beside her. "But sometimes, she can be a hundred times worse than me." Scathach stared into Morgan's eyes for a long time, finally nodding gently. "I accept." Morgan was clearly not surprised by Scathach's answer, her expression unchanged, only her eyes flickering, seemingly contemplating the upcoming journey.
Asher looked left and right. So, what about my opinion?! Uathach also looked left and right, then glanced at Asher.
Ash is my fiance, right?
"Royal Sister, who is Vivian?" Artoria looked up at Morgan, puzzled. Although she was a little suspicious that Royal Sister had suddenly offered to protect Ash with ulterior motives, she was more curious about the name Morgan had mentioned. Morgan gently ruffled Artoria's head. "To be precise, she's not a person, but a fairy." As she finished speaking, Morgan looked out the window and said softly, "I probably know why she attacked Guinevere."
"Coveting her body?" Asher tried to guess. Last night, Vivian clearly had no murderous intent, but rather another purpose. Asher thought about it, and it seemed this was the only possibility. Morgan gave Asher a strange look, then nodded slightly. That explanation seemed fine. Vivian indeed wanted Guinevere's body. As for the reason, she wasn't very clear now; only by going to Lake Avalon could she learn the truth.
"Come with me," Morgan said.
"To Lake Avalon?" Asher asked. Morgan said nothing, stepping out of the room. Her expression was somewhat heavy. Clearly, for Morgan, this was a very difficult decision. But on second thought, even if she didn't go this time, she would have to face Vivian eventually, so it might as well be now, getting a night with Asher as a bonus.
"I'm going ahead, Shishou," Asher turned to Scathach and the others. Scathach nodded slightly. "I'll handle things here. You take care of yourself."
"With Sister Morgan, there won't be any problems," Asher said, stepping to follow her. But upon hearing Asher's words, Morgan secretly shook her head. This time, she couldn't interfere. If anything, she owed Vivian.
"Um, what should we do now?" Guinevere asked cautiously, her expression somewhat apologetic. This incident started because of her. If it weren't for the possibility of causing greater trouble by going along, she would even want to go with Asher to meet that woman.
"Continue with your training as usual," Scathach said.
"Besides waiting, there's nothing else to do now." After speaking, she looked at Milo, who was standing silently to the side. "What about you?" Scathach suddenly remembered why she had found Milo so familiar before.
Clearly, it wasn't familiarity, but rather seeing Guinevere's shadow in her.
"I'll come along too. If possible, I'd really like to have a group of friends," Milo said with a sweet smile, looking incredibly friendly.
"If you want to open your heart to others," Scathach gently patted Milo's head and turned to leave the room.
"Put away your false facade first."
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Asher looked up at the lush green forest before him.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, and as the wind stirred the leaves, colorful light and shadows danced on the ground. It was like a fairyland. In fact, it truly was a fairyland, for this was one of the OtherworldsAvalon.
Asher had no idea how much time had passed since he followed Morgan to this place. During that time, they paddled a small boat for a while, then crossed swamps and mist. Once on shore, they saw this forest.
Throughout this time, Morgan hadn't said a word. Asher also tried to find topics to cheer her up, but Morgan clearly wasn't in the mood for jokes, which was evident from the disappearance of her usual smile. With nothing else to do, Asher could only look at the surrounding scenery to ease the unease in his heart. Yes, he had felt very uneasy since just now. After all, this was Avalon, the legendary Isle of the Dead.
"Don't look around. Stay behind me, and look straight ahead," Morgan's voice suddenly came. Sister Morgan is suddenly so serious? The difference is too great! Asher quickly pulled back his gaze, looking straight ahead, but secretly observing Morgan's changing expression. Hmm, it seems Sister Morgan is a woman with many stories.
He felt he understood.
Perhaps sensing that her earlier words had been too harsh, Morgan, after a long silence, finally spoke. "I know what you're thinking, but knowing those things won't do you any good."
"But I still want to know," Asher said. He at least needed to know what that shadow from last night was, right?
Vivian shouldn't be that ugly, right? She's the Lady of the Lake, after all.
"Even so, you still want to know?" Morgan slowed her pace considerably, her gaze falling on the young man beside her. "Why?"
"I want to know about you," Asher said. He was genuinely curious now, wanting to know about Morgan's connection to the Isle of Avalon. Of course, asking directly like that wouldn't work. Anyone with eyes could see that Morgan didn't want to talk about these things, so a more roundabout way of speaking would be better. Morgan's mouth slightly parted, then she quickly smiled, a very gentle smile, as pure as a fairy.
"That's why I like you so much." Her footsteps slowly stopped. She gazed into the distance at the faintly visible, fairy-like lake.
"You probably don't know, but I was once a Lady of the Lake." Morgan said this, then gave a casual smile, a lock of her beautiful hair fluttering with the distant breeze.
She slowly began to recount a long-sealed past. A long time ago, Morgan was the designated evil aspect of the Lady of the Lake. In short, she was Vivian's agent in the present world. And after that, something unexpected happened. The Goddess of Death possessed Morgan, and Vivian had no choice but to transfer the evil aspect to another person. That is, Milo. The current Milo is the other aspect of the Lady of the Lake.
The Enchantress of the Lake.
Asher murmured after a long stunned silence, "So, Guinevere is actually a title, and this title refers to the names of three people? They correspond to the Enchantress, the Fairy, and the Beauty, respectively? And the current Guinevere is actually the Beauty among these three titles, while Milo is the Enchantress, and Vivian is the Fairy?"
Morgan nodded gently. Asher was stunned for a long time before he finally came back to his senses, his body trembling slightly. In the legends of King Arthur, Morgan Le Fay used magic to bewitch King Arthur and had sexual relations with him. But now, it seemed very likely that Morgan did not use magic. Nor did King Arthur mistake someone else. Rather... Morgan Le Fay might very well be another aspect of 'Guinevere.'
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