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Asher didn't know if the world he transmigrated to was problematic, or if this world itself was problematic.
Because the Goddess of Death had possessed Morgan, Milo replaced the former Morgan Le Fay, becoming the Lady of the Lake. If someone married Guinevere, wouldn't that be like marrying three wives...? Asher suddenly thought of this out of nowhere. Perhaps one day, when someone was kissing Guinevere, she might suddenly transform into Vivian... Hiss, thinking about it, it's really... he meant, it's really dangerous.
Frankly, Asher had already experienced the pressure brought by three women. After all, a large part of the reason he was bedridden for an entire day previously was thanks to the three Morgan Le Fays. A Trinity Goddess, so there were three times the pleasure, and the subsequent pain...
"Let's talk about the idle chatter when we get back," Morgan gazed at a slowly rising illusory figure on the lake. "It seems she's been waiting for us for a long time."
Asher followed her gaze. An illusory figure, as if shrouded in mist, stood silently on the surface of the lake. It was the black shadow from last night!
The black shadow, accompanied by a swirl of dark smoke, attacked Morgan. Morgan looked up expressionlessly, making no movement. Asher stepped forward to block the black shadow, but Morgan stopped him. "It's alright, she won't attack me, nor will she attack you. Remember, absolutely do not anger her... On this island, she is truly invincible."
As soon as Morgan finished speaking, the black shadow enveloped Asher. A pair of eyes seemed to glance at Morgan, then the long, dark hair covered Asher, and soon they disappeared from Morgan's sight. Morgan was not surprised; she simply looked at the distant lakeside and let out a soft breath. The rest is up to you, Ash.
A fierce wind, accompanied by a terrifying whooshing sound, made Asher's vision go completely black. When his vision returned, he was no longer in the forest, but in a palace. A palace in the lake. Before him was a world of azure blue. Water surrounded them, but it seemed to be magically separated, so he didn't feel any difficulty breathing, just like on land.
"I never thought that woman would specially come to see me for you." The woman's voice pulled Asher back to reality. He turned his head and saw the black shadow standing before him, dressed in a black and red robe, revealing her proud twin peaks, her flowing long hair tied into pigtails. Although her face was obscured, it was not difficult to tell from her demeanor what astonishing beauty this woman possessed.
"Vivian?" Asher asked, just in case.
"That's right, it's me, the most beautiful fairy in the
world," Vivian tilted her head slightly towards Asher.
"Last night, I had no intention of fighting you, but you, on the other hand, actually tried to take away my prey."
"Are you referring to Princess Guinevere?" Asher asked.
"Who else could it be?" Vivian raised her hand and looked at her slender fingers, clicking her tongue in regret. "I just wanted to go out and take a stroll through her...
Didn't I just not say hello? But she actually treated me like a ghost and ran to your bed for refuge."
As she finished, Vivian sized Asher up, shaking her head with a click of her tongue. "If the people knew that Britain's great beauty, Guinevere, ran to King Arthur's bed late at night, her reputation would probably be ruined, especially since you're not even lovers."
"We didn't do anything," Asher said.
"I know, after all, I caused trouble last night, didn't I?
Otherwise, could you have resisted that woman's temptation?" Vivian clicked her tongue in disdain, mumbling, "Even if that guy doesn't care about her own reputation, she should at least consider me. How can I possibly use her body to act in the future?"
"Princess Guinevere didn't do anything to tempt me. She just came to me because of you," Asher said with a frown.
"You're King Arthur, so why does it feel like your brain isn't working too well?" Vivian blew away a speck of dust from the back of her hand and said softly, "You see her too perfectly. Don't be deceived by her pure appearance." "You know, the prettier a woman is, the more she lies."
Asher nodded. He largely agreed with this. Back in the
Land of Shadows, Uathach had used tears more than once to trick him into doing certain things, and after they were done, she would burst into a sly smile. And back then, Morgan had basically tricked Asher, through a mix of coaxing and deception, into going to Britain to become King Arthur. A woman's words are deceptive.
But honestly, Asher found it hard to believe Guinevere had any ulterior motives. From her every word and action, Asher couldn't discern even a hint of an ulterior motive. Guinevere's impression on him was that of a lovable, gentle, and occasionally playful and cunning girl, nothing more. If all of that was an act, then Guinevere's acting skills were simply too good.
"You've come for the sword in the lake, haven't you?"
Vivian asked. Finally getting to the point... Asher nodded.
"No problem," Vivian said softly. "After all, the Caliburn broke because of me, so I should compensate you." She agreed readily, but when Asher heard her gentle voice, he instantly became more cautious. Asher was too familiar with this tone. Whenever Morgan was scheming something, it would be accompanied by such a gentle voice, subtly lulling people into letting down their guard.
"What are your conditions?" Asher asked. Vivian looked
at Asher in surprise. "You're quite clever, aren't you?"
"I don't believe you'd give me the Sword of the Lake for no reason," Asher sighed. "Tell me, what are your terms?"
"I want one person," Vivian raised an index finger. "Give me that person, and I'll give you the Sword of the Lake.
No, I can give you anything you want."
Asher shook his head firmly: "Impossible. Guinevere will absolutely not be given to you." On this matter, there was no room for negotiation. He would rather not have the Sword of the Lake than hand Guinevere over to this woman.
Vivian showed an interesting smile: "You don't want Excalibur anymore?"
"If those are the terms, I won't accept," Asher paused.
"Even without that sword, I can drive out the foreign tribes and quell the internal strife in Britain." "Set another condition," Asher said.
"I only have this condition, and it won't change."
Asher gently shook his head. "Then, unfortunately, this matter will probably have to end here"
Vivian tilted her head, interrupting Asher's voice. "Who told you I want Guinevere? Although I certainly do."
Asher was startled, then shook his head again. "Not Sir Milo either."
"Milo, ah, I'd hate to take Milo. That child is very obedient and willingly bears my evil side, so I don't really want to use her body anymore... Though it might sound bad coming from me, she's a bit 'dirty.'" Morgan had previously said that Milo's body was "dirty," but that wasn't to say Milo's body was physically unclean; it was because Milo had voluntarily taken on the evil aspect of the Lady of the Lake, which was why Morgan disliked her so much. Asher hesitated. "Then what do you want?" He completely failed to understand this woman's thought process. From the moment she brought him to this lake, he had completely failed to understand Vivian's intentions.
"I want you," Vivian said with a smile.
Asher was startled. "Don't joke around."
"I'm not joking, I really want you." Vivian put her index finger to her chin, tilted her head slightly, and thought for a moment. "How should I explain it so you understand?"
"We've never even met before," Asher stared warily at the woman whose face he couldn't see. "It can't be because you think I'm handsome, can it?"
"Pfft!" Vivian burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. "If we're talking about handsomeness, isn't that child Lancelot handsome enough? Besides, how old are you?"
She then shook her head. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in humans, and neither are you. Don't be so conceited."
"To be precise, I don't like you." The black mist on her face was quietly receding. Though shrouded in black mist she exuded a chilling aura, when the mist receded, it revealed a perfectly beautiful face with an unhealthy pale complexion. Vivian stared at Asher, her slender, pale hand stroking his face. "But I like what Morgan likes." Her slightly pale lips parted slightly, and she gently breathed a fragrant sigh onto Asher's face. "Choose, either give me Guinevere, or declare to everyone that you will marry me."
"Actually, it's not a loss, is it? A beauty as stunning as I am is no worse than Guinevere or anyone else, and Excalibur is included. It's a profitable deal no matter how you look at it." Asher had to admit that Vivian's words were completely correct, and he couldn't help but nod gently.
"As expected, very clever. Truly worthy of King Arthur," Vivian smiled.
"I refuse." Vivian's smile froze on her face. "What did you say?"
Asher sighed. "Although it's a bit regrettable, I cannot agree to your terms." "The Sword of the Lake... I don't want it anymore."
"Why?" Vivian said in disbelief. "Are such terms not enough to tempt you? If my words just now made you uncomfortable, I can apologize."
"You are very beautiful, and I am very tempted," Asher said frankly. Vivian was indeed a very beautiful woman. She had a sickly beauty, and her slightly unhealthy pale complexion actually became part of her charm. This was the first time Asher had seen such a woman, and she even came with Excalibur; it was a completely profitable deal.
"Then why" Vivian's words were cut off by Asher. He looked deeply at Vivian, shaking his head gently, and sighed.
"Is there something you can't say?" Vivian asked.
Asher sighed from the bottom of his heart: "I'm afraid of death."
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