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Morgan stood expressionlessly at the door.
She was very angry right now.
Not just because Guinevere or Agravain interrupted
her well, maybe a little because of that.
But more importantly, she had slapped herself in the face.
Just moments ago, in the room, she had said that sacrificing a bit of interest for the Lake Sword was inevitable, and the next second, when she heard Asher's second condition, Morgan couldnt help but feel that it was a pity she hadnt accepted Vivianes duel challenge today.
She really shouldve fought Viviane and beaten her into an RBQ, so Viviane would never again set her sights on her Ash.
But easier said than done. Even she wasnt sure she could defeat Viviane.
After all, Viviane now had the bonus from the island.
Morgan gently shook her head, brushing away the thoughts in her mind, and glanced at the tightly closed door.
What were Asher and Guinevere talking about?
Earlier, Guinevere said she had something to say to Asher, and then secretly glanced at Morgan.
Clearly, there were things Guinevere didnt want Morgan to hear.
With Morgan le Fays prideful personality, she wouldnt follow anyones advice or act based on anyones expression she always acted on her own desires. The more someone wanted her to do something, the more she preferred doing the opposite.
So, it was obvious that she wasnt planning to leave the room.
But after Asher noticed Guineveres desire to speak to him privately, he gently suggested Morgan wait outside for a moment.
So Morgan had to come out.
She acted based on her inner desires, and Asher was one of those desires.
And when that desire gently asked her to step out, even
with a slightly pleading look in his eyes refusing would be too damaging to his affection for her.
It didnt really matter though, since Guinevere was a good girl. If it had been Scathach or her daughter, then she wouldve had to be cautious.
Oh, and now even Lily needed to be watched. That child, while obedient, sometimes walked into dead ends on her own. If she got stuck in her thoughts, she might do something extreme, like using drugs or something.
Thinking of Artorias situation, Morgan couldnt help but shake her head and sigh inwardly.
Lily really shouldnt be like this. Of all the things she couldve done, why resort to drugging someone?
She needed to have a good talk with her sometime.
Thought the very same woman who had brewed countless aphrodisiacs.
Inside the room.
Guinevere nervously fidgeted with the hem of her white skirt. She lowered her head; beneath her short skirt were a pair of long legs, and her fair little feet rubbed against each other. Her hands were tightly clasped together.
Asher's gaze involuntarily paused on those translucent, almost luminous white toes. He coughed lightly.
Princess Guinevere, what did you want to say?
They had been sitting in silence like this for almost five minutes now. If no one spoke up, he really didnt know where to put his eyes.
Because the girl sitting at the edge of the bed whether it was due to her lack of experience with men or something else every movement of hers was unbearably alluring.
Her lightly pressed-together thighs, her already well-developed chest, and the way her silky, shiny long hair slid down slightly as she moved exposing her soft, delicate neck.
How to say this for some reason, Asher felt like she was particularly seductive today, giving him an almost criminal urge.
Maybe it was because Morgan had already aroused his desire earlier? Asher thought.
But it couldnt be helped Morgan really was too enticing.
After a bit of hesitation, Guinevere finally looked up.
Arthur.
Asher turned his head to look at her.
But Guinevere immediately fell silent again, gazing blankly at the boy so close to her, then shyly lowering her eyes and biting her lip.
Relax. I'm not going to eat you. Just say what you want to say, Asher said comfortingly, feeling a bit helpless.
Guinevere really was a good girl too gentle and too easily embarrassed.
Hmm but maybe thats what made it nice. He was finally starting to understand why Morgan and his teacher liked teasing him so much.
Watching someone get flustered really did bring a strange kind of joy. No wonder Morgan enjoyed teasing him all the time.
Guinevere took small breaths, and finally lifted her head again. The nervousness on her face seemed to fade under Ashers reassurance. Arthur, can you take me to Avalon?
Asher nodded.
Really?! Guineveres face lit up with joy.
Asher nodded again.
Just kidding.
Even someone as gentle as Guinevere was momentarily speechless. She looked at Asher with a slightly aggrieved expression and muttered, Could it be that Arthur is the kind of mean-spirited person?
Princess Guinevere, please dont bring this up again. This isnt something open for discussion,Asher sighed sincerely. I thought you had something urgent to talk about. Turns out it was just this?
Why wont you agree?Guinevere asked, confused.
Even if I offer myself to Viviane, its not like Id never see you again. As long as she allows it, I can always come back. And I could get the Sword of Promised Victory too.
To put it a bit emotionally its because I dont want to treat you like a bargaining chip,Asher said. To put it more bluntly.
Bluntly? Guinevere clasped her hands and looked up at him, just in time to catch his smile.
I love rejecting people who think theyre clever.
Youre giving up the Lake Sword for a reason like that Guinevere muttered in a daze.
That reason is good enough,Asher shook his head. If I really traded you for the sword, I dont think even that sword would acknowledge me.
Besides, I dont think Viviane is all that trustworthy even if I let you go exchange for the Lake Sword, shed probably pull something shady.Asher added.
That was the impression hed gotten from his conversation with Viviane earlier. Although it felt wrong to say, he couldnt help but feel that Viviane reminded him of someone else.
Morgan le Fay.
Princess Guinevere?
Seeing the girl stay silent, Asher looked over. She still had her head down, unmoving.
Princess Guinevere?
Only after he called her again did Guinevere raise her head. Her eyes were shimmering with tears as her hand pressed softly against Ashers chest.Arthur, you really are a wonderful person.
Asher opened his mouth slightly, holding her gaze for a long moment before swallowing.
Guineveres hand slowly traced up from his chest, gently cupping his face as she softly murmured his name.
Ash.
Her rosy lips were soft and full. As they parted slightly, her little tongue moistened them, and she said:
Can you kiss me?
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