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"If you win, our past debts are cleared. If you lose, give King Arthur to me... Ah, of course, I'll explain it to him. Even if he's disobedient at first, once we spend more time
together, he'll naturally understand my charm, after all, I'm a flawless beautiful girl."
Morgan evidently hadn't expected Vivian to suddenly mention Asher. After a moment of surprise, she quickly revealed a meaningful smile and nodded gently. "You agree?" Vivian asked.
"I must say, your suggestion is excellent," Morgan said softly. "Honestly, if this could make you forgive me for leaving alone before, it's truly tempting. I know you're a person of your word."
Vivian was stunned. Why does this answer sound so familiar? "You agree?" she asked cautiously.
"No, I refuse," Morgan said.
Vivian: "..." It really does sound familiar. Asher just refused her like that.
"I'm not even a Queen myself yet, so even if I gamble with you, it's useless. Even if I'm willing to let him go, she won't accept it," Morgan continued.
"The Queen of the Land of Shadows?" Vivian recovered from her previous daze, murmuring to herself thoughtfully. She recalled the woman with flowing purple hair from last night. If she hadn't run in time, that spear would have caused her considerable trouble.
"Why do you like him? Clearly, he doesn't only have you in his heart," Vivian quickly snapped out of it, asking incredulously. Morgan scrutinized the girl for a few moments, then gave a casual smile. "Vivian, you should know my personality, right?" Vivian was stunned.
A gentle breeze brushed past, accompanied by Morgan's faint voice. "I love taking away what others love the most... and besides, I really like that thing this time too."
"But he definitely only likes your body! He looked at me with that lecherous gaze just now too! Believe me, if this continues, one day he won't be able to resist making a move on you!" Vivian warned, but then saw Morgan's eyes light up.
"Really?"
"..." Vivian was silent for a long time before turning her back. "I'll bring King Arthur back, and then you two can leave."
Morgan stared at Vivian's back, making no move to stop her. This fairy had helped her a lot. She could be treacherous, but she couldn't force Vivian to do anything. Since she refused to hand over the Sword of the Lake, there was nothing that could be done.
But is what she said true? Will Ash make a move on me on his own? Hmm... that sounds rather exciting.
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Frankly, Vivian didn't like Asher. If anything, she really disliked him. Morgan Le Fay had betrayed her, abandoned her evil aspect, and left the Isle of Avalon, but she still loved Morgan, loved her loneliness and power, and was obsessed with her cold demeanor. So even when Morgan left Avalon, she wasn't particularly angry. As long as she could continue to see Morgan like that, she was content.
However, this continued until four years ago... At some point, Morgan stopped being enthusiastic about brewing potions. She left Britain almost every day to go somewhere. From then on, Vivian started to feel that something was wrong. Facts proved her feeling was correct. Because of the boy she brought back, Morgan's personality completely changed. She not only reined in her venomous fangs, but even her way of doing things differed greatly.
Morgan must be using that boy for something.
Vivian had always thought this... until one day, she learned from Milo that Morgan truly loved King Arthur.
From that day on, the Lady of the Lake's mentality collapsed.
How could this be? Morgan Le Fay was a solitary and powerful being, revered by people. The only person who understood Morgan was her... that's how it should be.
Everything was ruined, all because of that boy.
Everything was ruined. After that, she learned through Guinevere that King Arthur was not only involved with Morgan, but also with Morgan's sister, and even his Master. From then on, Vivian became even more convinced that Morgan must have been deceived.
If only King Arthur would agree to marry her, and then she told Morgan about it, she would surely make Morgan realize the truth. However, that despicable man refused her. Even though he kept looking at her with that lecherous gaze, he still refused her.
I must stop King Arthur's conspiracy and make Morgan realize the truth!
Vivian made up her mind. She walked barefoot on the lake, then looked back at Morgan one last time, her body slowly sinking, returning to the bottom of the lake.
Upon arriving at her palace, Vivian saw Asher examining
Excalibur. She put away her gloomy expression, approached with a smile, and gently patted his shoulder.
"Arthur, do you want it?"
A soft voice came from behind. Asher wasn't surprised; he had sensed Vivian's return long ago. He turned around and looked at the girl behind him.
"Still the same condition as before?"
"Of course," Vivian chuckled.
Why is this woman so persistent?
Asher looked at Vivian, then shook his head again. "I refuse."
Vivian narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Asher for a few moments. "Is that so? That's truly a pity, after I've given you several chances."
Could that even be considered a chance? There was clearly no possibility whatsoever.
If he were to truly agree to Vivian's request, what awaited Asher would be immense trouble.
"You will definitely regret it and come begging me, King Arthur." Vivian's smile faded. "But by then, I might not accept. Oh... perhaps if you kiss my feet and please me, I might consider it." She wasn't in a hurry, knowing that King Arthur would come back to her eventually.
And... whether it was her, Milo, or Guinevere, if one of them succeeded in winning over King Arthur, it would surely make Morgan see King Arthur's true colors. Before that, she would wait a little longer. She believed that with Guinevere's abilities, conquering King Arthur was only a matter of time.
Vivian raised her hand, and a snap of her fingers echoed. Asher felt the world suddenly spin. When he regained his bearings, the person before him was Morgan Le Fay.
Did she let me go so easily? Asher couldn't help but wonder.
"It seems you failed?" Morgan glanced at Asher's empty hands, asking without surprise.
"I couldn't accept her terms," Asher said, shaking his head helplessly.
"Let's go back, Sister Morgan." Morgan nodded gently and walked towards the forest exit. Asher followed closely behind.
"What will you do?" Morgan asked again on the way.
"That sword represents the king's authority. The news might be kept secret for a while, but not forever. Sooner or later, people will discover that the Caliburn is broken."
Asher naturally understood what Morgan was saying. He shook his head.
"The symbolic meaning of the Caliburn is greater than its practicality. And the news should be able to be kept secret for a while. As long as we expel all the foreign races and quell the internal strife as soon as possible, not having the Caliburn won't be a problem."
Morgan was silent. Although she didn't know what conditions Vivian had offered Asher, seeing his unwavering resolve, they must have been hard to accept.
However, there was no need to rush. The Sword of the Lake was useless to Vivian. The fact that she hadn't given it to Asher meant she had other motives. They could figure out a way later. Besides, the news of the Caliburn breaking wouldn't spread that quickly.
By the time they returned to the palace, night had already fallen. Asher returned to his room. Morgan followed closely behind and closed the door, looking expectant. According to their agreement, it was her turn to "protect" Asher's safety tonight.
"Sister Morgan, Vivian probably won't come to attack me now, right?" Asher said. "Instead, Princess Guinevere might need some attention." Morgan Le Fay shook her head solemnly. "You don't know, Vivian's personality is volatile. I once betrayed her. As my lover, it's highly likely she'll come to retaliate against you. So, it's safer for me to stay and guard you tonight."
Just as Asher was about to say something else, Morgan had already walked to the bed and sat down, looking at him sadly. "Are you perhaps rejecting your sister?" "Does it have to be your Shishou protecting you?" Morgan said, covering her face at the end, looking heartbroken. This made Asher immediately soften. Even knowing she was acting, he couldn't refuse her. This was Morgan's terror... or rather, her charm. "I understand. I'll trouble you tonight, Sister Morgan," Asher could only say.
"That's wonderful," Morgan clapped her hands softly, tilting her head slightly. "You've been traveling all day, you must be tired. Come and rest." She looked at Asher, who was still standing, and gently patted the empty space on the bed beside her. Asher slowly walked over
and sat down beside Morgan Le Fay.
Morgan's lips curved slightly. She placed her hand on Asher's and said softly, "Sister's hand is a little cold.
Could you warm it for me?"
"Hmm..." Asher naturally understood Morgan's meaning and naturally placed his hand over her soft, slightly cool hand. Morgan's eyes twinkled with a smile as she stared at Asher, her mouth slightly parted, about to proceed with the next step of her plan. But just then, a knock suddenly came from outside the room. Immediately after, a gloomy voice sounded from beyond the door. "Mother, I'm back."
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