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Still stubborn.
Asher grabbed one of Vivian's feet, and the soft feather continuously tickled the sole of Vivian's foot, filling the room with Vivian's laughter.
But this time, her performance was noticeably more resolute than before. Clearly, she was betting on her dignity as the Lady of the Lake, refusing to yield easily.
But Asher persistently continued to tickle the sole of her foot, and the girl's laughter in the room continued without interruption.
"...hahahahaha... haha... I-I understand, let me go, I'll give you Excalibur!"
Vivian finally said loudly in frustration, seemingly ashamed of her surrender, and also seeming to immediately regret it after saying those words.
Asher heard this and finally released Vivian's foot.
Vivian's face was flushed, faint beads of sweat seeped from her skin, and her clothes were disheveled. From Asher's perspective, he could just see a glimpse of plump, snowy softness revealed beneath her slightly slipped clothing.
If one didn't know what was happening in the room, an outsider might have thought King Arthur had done something unspeakable to Vivian.
"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?" Morgan said flatly.
Since she had already made a move, she figured she
might as well go all the way and be the villain to the end.
Anyway, it wasn't her first time being the villain.
"Release me," Vivian said, looking up, her voice laced with gasps.
Asher hesitated for a moment.
"If you don't release me, how can I go back and get
Excalibur?" Vivian asked exasperatedly.
"As King Arthur, is your courage only this much?"
"Yes, I don't trust you." Asher nodded.
Vivian was almost driven mad with anger. If she didn't have to maintain her image, she really wanted to pounce and bite Asher's hand fiercely to vent her anger.
Fortunately, at this moment, Morgan suddenly spoke: "It's fine, release her. Vivian, as the Lady of the Lake, is still very trustworthy. You can believe her even without an oath."
Upon hearing this, Asher walked to the side to retrieve the key.
And Vivian's previously angry gaze immediately softened considerably, and her eyes sparkled as she turned to look at Morgan.
Indeed, Morgan still understood her well.
That's right, as the Lady of the Lake, she could be trusted; only Morgan knew this.
Morgan truly still remembered her, only now she was being misled by King Arthur.
She must rescue Morgan from King Arthur's clutches!
Vivian secretly vowed in her heart as Asher unlocked her handcuffs.
"Go get Excalibur now. We'll wait for you here."
At this moment, Morgan's voice sounded in Vivian's ear.
Vivian came back to her senses, but her previously somewhat relaxed expression suddenly stiffened much more.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to say?"
Morgan asked, looking at Vivian's somewhat strange expression.
"Ah... um... nothing, I'll go get Excalibur now."
Vivian quickly regained her composure, nodded somewhat guiltily, stood up, stretched her limbs, and her curvaceous figure was perfectly displayed.
She quickly noticed Asher's gaze, and uncomprehendingly followed his line of sight to her disheveled robes. She quickly realized something, swiftly tidied her robes, covering her previously visible thigh and the snowy cleavage of her chest with fabric, then glared at Asher with a blushing face, and turned to walk out of the room.
"Isn't Vivian very beautiful?" As Vivian left, Morgan's voice suddenly came faintly.
Asher then came back to his senses, nodded, but immediately reacted, quickly shaking his head.
"Yes, she is indeed very beautiful. Otherwise, my disciple wouldn't have been completely mesmerized just now," Scathach said blandly.
"While tickling Vivian just now, his gaze was also tightly fixed on her feet," Artoria's voice then chimed in, her tone cold.
"How else am I supposed to tickle the soles of her feet without looking at her?!" Asher immediately retorted.
"Hmm... speaking of which, Ash also seemed to often stare at my feet before," Morgan mused for a moment.
"Speaking of which, something like that did happen"
As Scathach 's voice just fell, Asher couldn't help but interrupt, "I don't have those kinds of thoughts about Vivian!"
If he didn't change the subject, the conversation would probably shift from Vivian to whether Ash had a foot fetish.
"So you don't fancy her then?" Morgan asked.
"Frankly, even I think she's very beautiful," she added.
"I don't have any thoughts about her. I just hope she stops bothering Princess Guinevere," Asher cleared his throat.
"You only hope she doesn't bother Guinevere? You're so good to her, offending the Lady of the Lake for her sake,"
Morgan nodded gently, "Hmm, but you're right. After all, older women like us really aren't as good as Guinevere."
Scathach 's eyelid twitched slightly, but she said nothing.
"This has nothing to do with that!" Asher felt his scalp tingle, and had to declare again for himself.
"I don't like younger women!"
"Eh... you don't like younger women?" And at this moment,
Artoria's soft murmur entered Asher's ears.
Asher silently covered his forehead, almost going crazy.
What do you want from me?!
But fortunately, not long after, Vivian's figure appeared in his sight.
Her return speed was much faster than expected; she probably had some special way to quickly return to Avalon.
"Excalibur, here." Vivian had changed into a raven-black dress, her high heels clicking on the floor as she walked, placing the seemingly exquisite and splendid sword into Asher's arms.
"As promised, I've brought you Excalibur, and I won't bother Guinevere anymore. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving." After speaking, she turned to walk out of the room.
"Let me see."
Morgan took Excalibur from Asher's hands. After staring at it for a long time, she looked up at Vivian, who was about to leave the room.
"No... this isn't Excalibur, is it?"
Vivian's body stiffened, and she was about to quicken her pace to leave, but at that moment, Morgan's voice came again.
"Vivian, what's going on?" Her voice had a hint of sternness.
Scathach simultaneously blocked the doorway, stopping Vivian's path.
Artoria also followed closely, guarding the door, while Asher picked up Excalibur from Morgan's hand in confusion.
"This is the Excalibur I saw last time... is something wrong with it?"
Morgan shook her head: "This is merely a replica in form, but without the true effects of Excalibur. You can prove this by pouring your magic into it."
"This is just a counterfeit!" Morgan walked behind Vivian, looking down at the girl who was half a head shorter than herself. "Vivian, what exactly is going on?" Facing Morgan's gaze, Vivian gave an awkward smile, her gaze flickering. "Vivian!" Morgan said, her voice deep. Vivian looked up at the approaching figures, then suddenly tapped her head and playfully stuck out her tongue.
"Ehehe" "Vi-vi-an!" Morgan repeated the girl's name, syllable by syllable. Sensing the woman's obvious anger, Vivian lowered her head in frustration. "Excalibur was... stolen."
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