"That person... suspects Big Sister did it?"
After reading the letter, Artoria's expression was somewhat unsightly. She raised her head to look at the indifferent-looking Morgan.
"Don't you feel anything, Big Sister?"
"What should I feel? I'm a witch, after all," Morgan le Fay said with a smile. "Isn't it normal for everyone to suspect the witch first when any anomaly occurs in Britain?"
Her tone was light as she spoke, as if describing an ordinary matter, but Artoria merely bit her lip, a stubborn light in her eyes — the thought of wanting to become king deepening even more.
Only by becoming king could she change all of this, change this country, let the people live a happy life, and also change everyone's deeply rooted perception of her Big Sister.
"So, these past few days it wasn't that Big Sister didn't come to see me... but rather, was being monitored?" Asher guessed.
"Not exactly being monitored, at least there hasn't been any movement from Camelot yet," Morgan said. "It's just that I also have some things to deal with here."
A look of confusion flashed in Asher's eyes, but he wisely didn't press further.
If Morgan wanted to say, she would naturally explain. If she didn't want to say, even if he pressed, she wouldn't answer.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Asher asked.
His gaze was earnest. At this moment, he genuinely wanted to help Morgan. Regardless of her ulterior motives or otherwise, she had indeed taught him too many things in the past four years. It could be said that if Scáthach was the benefactor who taught him martial arts and magic control, then Morgan le Fay was the guide who stabilized his magic and developed the magic in his body.
This kindness had to be repaid no matter what.
"You?" Morgan sized up Asher, then shook her head. "The current you can't help me with anything. The same goes for you."
She looked at Artoria. "If there's anything you two can do for me, it's probably to train hard."
"Also," Morgan paused, "don't trust me too much, Lily."
There must be a reason for being called a witch. At least, what Morgan le Fay would do in the future could only be called enmity from Artoria's perspective.
Asher remained silent.
He roughly understood Morgan le Fay's words. If nothing unexpected happened, in another year, after Artoria pulled out the Caliburn, Morgan le Fay would stand on the opposite side of Artoria as an "enemy."
Rather, Morgan le Fay's initial goal was to prevent Artoria from becoming king. Her disagreement with King Uther was also because of this matter.
In the eyes of this witch who had lived for thousands of years, Artoria was still just a little girl. She should have a happy life, not be born as a king and walk hard on a predetermined path.
But alas, the Red Dragon lineage seemed to have destined such a fate.
Pull out the Caliburn and become king.
But —
There was a way to break this.
As long as this little guy grows up, there will be a way... Morgan le Fay's gaze was fixed on Asher, like a big bad wolf staring at a little white rabbit.
Thinking of certain things in the future, a pleasant smile couldn't help but appear on Morgan le Fay's face, and she licked her alluring lips.
Asher suddenly took several steps back.
"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Artoria couldn't help but look at the boy behind her with confusion.
"I don't know... I just feel a bit cold," Asher said.
What a remarkably perceptive child... Morgan le Fay looked at Asher and quickly returned to her usual smile.
"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Besides visiting me, do you have anything else you need me for?"
Asher hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, explaining his purpose.
After listening to Asher's words, Morgan le Fay showed a thoughtful expression.
"So that's it, you want to improve the timing of your predictions?"
"Unfortunately, I can't help you with that. This ability isn't something that can be improved just by me teaching you step by step. It relies more on practical experience and your own understanding."
A look of disappointment appeared on Asher's face.
As expected...
He had guessed this result before coming, but he still held a little bit of hope.
"However—" Morgan le Fay paused slightly, "I do have other methods that can improve your strength."
Morgan le Fay looked at Asher with a smile in her eyes as she said the last words.
Sure enough, she saw Asher raise his head, a light shining in his eyes.
"What method?!"
Artoria also looked over, feeling that the relationship between these two was really strange.
...It looked like these two were siblings, and she was an outsider.
"This." Morgan le Fay took out a small bottle containing a very strange liquid. The liquid was transparent and slightly viscous, but just the first glance gave people a chilling sense of fear.
"What is this?" Artoria asked first.
For some reason, she actually felt a resonance with this small bottle.
No, that wasn't quite right. To be precise, she felt... hostility towards the liquid in this small bottle.
"Hmm... a little something I happened to get some time ago," Morgan le Fay said with a smile. "Didn't you take black dragon essence blood some time ago? After your body is strengthened, this thing should also be usable."
She had originally been worried about where to find suitable materials for Asher to take, but she hadn't expected that little princess from the Land of Shadows to find suitable materials first, which saved her a lot of trouble.
"What exactly is this?" Asher was very cautious and didn't take the small bottle.
He believed that Morgan wouldn't harm him, but he wasn't completely without precautions against Morgan.
Not harming him didn't mean not using him.
After all, there was no way such a good thing would happen as her teaching him magic and various abilities for no reason. Asher had always felt that Morgan must have some purpose in mind towards him.
As for what that purpose was, he couldn't say.
"Hmm... to be precise, taking this thing can make your physical strength stronger, but correspondingly, the probability of berserking will also be greater. However, as long as you wait for that woman to return with Lugus's blessing, you can rest assured."
Morgan le Fay said this, thought for a moment, and then added,
"Of course, the liquid inside is only enough for a week. After that, you'll need to come find me again."
Asher was somewhat tempted and reached out to take the bottle, but Morgan le Fay suddenly withdrew her hand, avoiding Asher's palm.
Facing Asher's questioning gaze, Morgan lowered her eyelids, looking at the small bottle in her hand.
"I have a condition. Only after you agree to this condition can I give you this."
As expected, there's no free lunch in the world...
Hearing Morgan's words, Asher actually felt a sense of relief in his heart and asked,
"What condition?"
Frankly speaking, if Morgan le Fay hadn't set a condition, Asher would have been a bit uneasy.
Having a purpose was better than having no purpose.
Morgan's slender index finger traced along the edge of the chair, her red nail polish looking particularly alluring. She raised her index finger, pressed it against Asher's chest, raised her head, and smiled.
"Join the Knights of the Round Table."
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