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Vivian sat on the floor in a seiza position, opening her eyes to find herself in a room. It looked like a very quaint room. She felt a throbbing pain in her head and raised her hand to cover her forehead, but immediately felt something like shackles on her wrists. Looking down, she saw a chain. It had runes she was very familiar with. Clearly, these were handcuffs developed by Morgan Le Fay, capable of restricting magic. She had already left Milo's body, and she had been captured.
But more than this irrelevant matter, Vivian was more concerned about something else... "Morgan actually hit me!" Vivian raised her hand and slammed the table hard, her eyes filled with sadness and anger. "She never used to lay a hand on me. Damn King Arthur! What kind of love potion did he give her?!" Vivian angrily slammed the table again. At this moment, she was no different from an ordinary girl, simply venting the anger in her heart.
"He didn't give the Royal Sister any love potion. On the contrary, the Royal Sister was suspected of having drugged him before." A calm voice of a young girl came from beside her. Vivian turned to look. It was a very cute-looking girl, standing silently in the dimness beside her, as if completely hidden within it. If she hadn't spoken, Vivian probably wouldn't have noticed her at all.
"Daughter of Uther... Artoria?" Vivian narrowed her eyes, gradually calming down. "You should have been King Arthur, but you were robbed of the throne by that man.
Why do you still wholeheartedly help him?"
"He who draws the Caliburn is King. There's no 'robbing'
of the throne," Artoria said flatly, as if stating something commonplace.
"Is that so, huh..." Seeing that she failed to sow discord, Vivian snorted lightly, turned her face away, and stopped talking to Artoria. Vivian had long known that Asher bringing her out was a scheme to expose her identity, but she was simply too arrogant. In Britain, she was invincible... she had always believed this.
But this premise was that Morgan wouldn't make a move.
She and Morgan were best friends... Yet this morning, Morgan had made a move against her. It must be King Arthur who had given Morgan some love potion and bad-mouthed her into her ear. Otherwise, how could Morgan possibly make a move against her?
Thinking of this, Vivian's hatred for Asher deepened even further. Vivian never even considered that Morgan's actions against her were precisely because she had mentioned the age issue to Asher earlier. She herself didn't care about the age issue, after all, for fairies, a few hundred or even a thousand years made no difference. In Vivian's view, well, a goddess, even if she was thousands of years old, it was nothing. Morgan probably wouldn't care too much either. That woman was supposed to be such a cold and ruthless being, how could she care about age?
"They're here." At this moment, she suddenly heard Artoria's voice, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Vivian followed Artoria's gaze. The door was pushed open, and a young man appeared before Vivian.
"Asher!" Just seeing this young man, Vivian had an urge to pounce on him and bite him fiercely. He was using this gentle and frail appearance to deceive Morgan's eyes, making Morgan infatuated and lose herself. That's right, this young man was definitely a schemer. He had made Morgan, who usually sat high on her throne playing power games, spin in circles, and even deceived Morgan, causing Morgan to actually make a move against her best friend!
"What do you want?" Vivian asked coldly. Asher walked up to Vivian, first glancing at Artoria. The girl was also looking at him, but when she noticed Asher's gaze, she immediately averted her eyes.
"You want me to hand over the Sword of the Lake...
Dream on!" Vivian's voice came to Asher's ears. Asher quickly composed himself, looking at the Lady of the Lake who was staring at him with cold eyes. "I don't want the Sword of the Lake, but I hope you can give me a promise."
"If you agree, I can let you go."
"You're that kind?" Vivian sneered. "I've seen through you.
Your so-called promise is that you want me to make a geis, right?" Asher nodded gently.
"If I'm not mistaken, you want me to swear an oath to serve only you, to go nowhere else, to just obediently stay in the palace waiting for you to come back at night to serve your [BEEP], then to pin me down on the bed and do [BEEP] things to me, and so on every day until I get pregnant with your child, right?"
Asher's forehead was covered in black lines. "What in the world are you talking about?! What kind of person do you take me for?!"
"Someone who likes his Shishou and his Shishou's daughter, and also has lust for the girl in my room, and who deceived Morgan to fall for him, and now plans to turn me into his [BEEP] lustful human-shaped mobile cannon," Vivian said.
Asher: "..." After a brief stunned moment, he finally managed to calm himself down, suppressing the urge to teach Vivian a lesson, and said, "What I want to talk about is Guinevere."
"Oh, you want me to possess Guinevere, so you can have two women under you at once? So that's the kind of play you like? I really didn't misjudge you." Asher stared into Vivian's eyes. Her pupils held deep contempt. Her complexion was an unhealthy pale, and her long hair was styled into twin tails that hung naturally, making her look like a sickly girl, yet her words were always incredibly explosive. Clearly, she was deliberately trying to provoke him.
Watching Asher stand up, Vivian curled her lip disdainfully. "If you know what's good for you, get out. I won't compromise with you." Watching Asher actually leave the room, Vivian's lips curled into a slight sneer.
That's all you've got, King Arthur.
But only a moment later, she saw Asher return to the room. "Do you have anything else to say? Although I won't obey, I can listen to you talk," Vivian said faintly.
Asher walked up to Vivian and crouched down, holding a soft feather in his hand, then suddenly grinned.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Seeing that smile, Vivian had a bad premonition for some reason, but she still stubbornly asked.
"Sister Morgan said you're ticklish." Asher picked up one of the girl's fair, tender feet and looked up at her. "I won't stop until you're willing to listen to me."
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