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"So that's how it is," Asher sighed. "I can't agree to your terms."
As Vivian's smile gradually froze on her face, Asher continued, "Besides, I'm not a tool, am I? If you and Sister Morgan have some grievance, you should go to her. If you want what she likes, why don't you go to Lily?"
After a moment, Vivian's face returned to its usual smile.
"You mean the Red Dragon body, the girl that liar and
Uther cultivated together?"
Asher nodded, thinking, Why does that sound a bit off? A girl cultivated by Merlin and Uther together? "Cultivated together" sounds a bit like a verb.
"Actually, I originally intended to find her," Vivian sighed. "But I think you're more suitable."
"Why...?" Asher asked. If he had to say, both he and Lily were Morgan's "wings," so why did it have to be him?
"Can Lily bear me children?" Vivian asked.
Asher: "..."
She seems like a quiet, gentle, and cute girl, but what she says is quite shocking.
Are all these older women so direct and uninhibited when they speak? Even Lily was influenced by them before.
Vivian suddenly paused, looking at Asher with a half-smile. For some reason, Asher felt as if his thoughts had just been seen through.
"So, you don't want that sword anymore?" Vivian asked again. "I can only give you one last chance. Are you sure?"
"Although the Caliburn broke because of me, it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't thrown the sword.
Ultimately, it was your fault for attacking me first," Vivian walked to the ethereal blue throne behind them and leaned back into it. One of her elbows rested on the armrest, her legs crossed, and she looked down at the young man before her. "King Arthur, this is your last chance. Are you really sure you don't want Excalibur?"
Though she appeared to be a frail girl, the aura emanating from Vivian now was astonishing. The pressure from her gaze and suddenly serious tone washed over Asher. "You have nothing to lose, so why do you refuse me?" "Is it because you're afraid of other women?
If so, you don't have to immediately declare that you'll marry me; just give me a promise. Even then, you won't agree?"
Asher shook his head again. This was like walking down the street one day and a strange girl suddenly asking you to marry her, promising that everything she owned would be yours. Would you agree then? You'd probably think there was something fishy going on, right?
Vivian narrowed her eyes, her lips slightly parted. The surrounding lake water surged, forming sharp, needle-like icicles suspended in mid-air. Countless fish swam frantically in the lake, appearing distressed. Asher remained still, without any movement.
"You're not resisting?" Vivian asked in surprise.
"Your goal isn't to kill me; otherwise, you could have delivered a fatal blow last night," Asher said, shaking his head.
"Last night?" Vivian crossed her other leg. Since she was in her castle in the lake, she wasn't wearing shoes, and her slightly pale feet dangled freely while she recalled the events of the previous night. Although she didn't know how Asher did it, one thing was undeniable the last attack Asher launched last night had approached the power of a deity. If they hadn't been in Britain, even she would have been severely injured.
"Actually, I want you to marry me, and it's not just because of Morgan," Vivian suddenly said something out of the blue, leaving Asher completely bewildered.
Not because of Morgan? Is it love at first sight, then?
"Vivian, since there's no room for negotiation regarding the Sword of the Lake, I'll be leaving," Asher said. Since the other party had no intention, there was no point in staying here stubbornly. He couldn't possibly force it, could he? Morgan had said before that Vivian was invincible on this island.
"It's not that I'm not negotiating, it's that you're not negotiating with me," Vivian said with a smile. "The terms I offered you were clearly so generous, but you're the one who refused me." "Either you marry me, or you bring Guinevere here to me. Fulfill either of these conditions, and I'll give you the sword." So, how are these impossible conditions "generous"?! He definitely couldn't bring Guinevere to Vivian, but he absolutely couldn't marry Vivian either... He was already having headaches over his Shishou and Morgan, and if he suddenly proposed marrying Vivian now, it would be a question of whether he'd even live to see the next day. As for agreeing to marry Vivian first and then not publicly announcing it... that wouldn't work either. If Vivian made him swear an oath, it wouldn't matter whether he announced it or not.
Vivian gazed at Asher, who had already made up his mind. She remained silent for a while, then slowly spoke,
"Alright, how about this? Isn't this world where the strong prevail? If Morgan agrees, you should have no objections, right?"
"No, even if Sister Morgan agrees" Asher hadn't finished speaking when he saw Vivian stand up. She looked up at the surface of the lake, rose slightly on her tiptoes, and floated towards the water. Asher looked up. Sunlight streamed through the lake, gleaming brightly. Vivian's long black pigtails, almost reaching her feet, swayed gently, and her pale legs were faintly visible beneath her black and red robe. He could vaguely make out the captivating sight of her upper thighs.
Vivian seemed to notice Asher's gaze. She looked at him twice, stopped floating further towards the lake, turned to face Asher, and gently pulled open the corner of her robe, revealing a pair of fair, tender thighs.
Why don't Morgan or Vivian feel embarrassed doing this?!
Asher silently covered his eyes. He peeked through his fingers, then peeked again, and then several more times.
It seems... it seems she's not wearing underwear?
Noticing his gaze, Vivian chuckled lightly, turned around, and disappeared within the castle in the lake. It wasn't until the Lady of the Lake had left that Asher snapped out of his daze, still savoring the sight he had just witnessed, and only came back to his senses a moment later. How to put it... Vivian truly lived up to her name as a fairy. Asher's gaze swept around. Previously, his attention had been entirely on Vivian, and he hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings. Only now did he have time to observe them.
It looked like a castle in the lake constructed by magic. When he looked up, the sunlight shone through the water, illuminating it with dazzling light, and he could see many small fish slowly swimming around. The entire environment did not appear gloomy at all; instead, it gave off a tranquil and peaceful feeling.
"Oh? Is that...?" Asher's attention was quickly drawn to a sword that was casually tossed in a corner, as if it were a pile of junk. Excalibur.
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Morgan sat under a tree, her eyes slightly narrowed, enjoying the refreshing breeze. But at that moment, a figure suddenly overshadowed her. "Ash didn't come out with you?" Morgan didn't open her eyes, still squinting.
"Is that so? So you call him Ash?" Vivian chuckled. "He's been charmed by me and promised to marry me and spend his life with me in the lake. He even kissed me just now."
Morgan opened her eyes. "Finally nervous? It seems he's
really important to you." Vivian sat down beside Morgan, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.
Morgan shook her head. "You don't know him well enough. He wouldn't agree to such a thing."
Vivian said in surprise, "So confident?" Morgan looked at the seemingly frail girl beside her. "If he were that easy to trick, he'd probably still be in bed with me right now."
Vivian's smile deepened. "You really are clever."
"It's just that your lie was too foolish. If you had said you pinned him down on the bed and did something, I might have believed you, but to say he voluntarily kissed you... that just shows how little you know him."
"Does that mean you believe in King Arthur's character?"
"No," Morgan shook her head. "I just believe his repressed nature wouldn't let him do anything out of line."
Vivian suddenly laughed. It seemed she had heard something very amusing. He was King Arthur, and if he wished, he could choose any woman in this country, yet he dared not do anything because of his repressed nature.
"That's his own personality issue," Morgan added. "After becoming King Arthur, he ignored the romantic advances of other women... Isn't that noble chivalry?" Vivian said.
"No, that's just plain repressed," Morgan shook her head.
Vivian stared at Morgan, silent for a long time. It was the first time she had seen such a gentle side of Morgan.
Was it because of that person?
"Since you left that time, I think this is the first time we've had a conversation like this," Vivian's voice deepened significantly. "Since you gave up Avalon."
"I never expected it to turn out like this," Morgan shrugged. "But compared to my life before, I prefer it now." In the past, Morgan would either bury herself in the magic workshop or stay on Avalon Island. Her life was incredibly monotonous and boring. She felt that her current life suited her better.
"It seems you really like King Arthur," Vivian said.
Morgan remained silent, implicitly agreeing with Vivian.
If it hadn't been for the Sword of the Lake this time, she probably never would have come here.
Vivian stared at Morgan. After a long while, she suddenly smiled. "Let's have a duel."
"A duel?" Morgan looked back at Vivian. "What do you want to bet on? If I lose, I return to my evil side?"
"No, honestly, I'm quite satisfied with that child Milo. At
this point, I wouldn't want you back," Vivian shook her head. "We'll have a fight. The winner marries King Arthur, and the loser becomes the concubine. How about it?"
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