Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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In the room.

"It seems your knowledge of Rune Magic has improved a lot."

Asher sat on the bed, recalling the runes Artoria used at the end, and couldn't help but sigh.

Should he say, as expected of Lily? She learns everything so quickly.

It's only been less than half a year, and she's already so proficient.

"There's still a big gap compared to you," Artoria showed no joy but instead lowered her head slightly, biting her lip.

"I'm sorry, today I wasn't thoughtful enough and almost put you in a difficult situation."

Is she talking about the ambush?

Asher shook his head helplessly, "That has nothing to do with you. No one knew there was a traitor among us."

"No, there might be more than one..." Asher sighed softly as he finished speaking.

His biggest worry had come true. Before the foreign tribes were settled, Britain was already turbulent, and some people were even colluding with the foreign tribes, trying to gain certain benefits from it.

If these people weren't found quickly, it might not be so easy to escape next time.

"Let's learn from this lesson and try harder next time." Asher looked up and patted Artoria's head.

Feeling the warmth from his hand, Artoria's previous gloomy mood faded a little. She nodded gently, raised her eyes, and stared at Asher for a while, then suddenly reached out and pressed his chest.

Asher froze, looking at Artoria, whose head was still bowed. Her golden bangs covered her eyes, making her expression unreadable.

"Lily?" Asher called out.

What's going on now?

Aren't we discussing serious matters? This development feels a bit off, doesn't it?

Artoria's finger traced Asher's chest, unbuttoning his upper garments.

So what exactly is this rhythm?!

Asher pressed Artoria's wrist to stop her movements, "Lily, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Undo your clothes, I think that should be pretty obvious." Artoria said.

"So why do you want to undo my clothes?" Asher was stunned for a long time.

"To check if you're injured anywhere? You were at the forefront today, so maybe you have wounds from sharp blades or something. If so, they need to be treated as soon as possible."

Asher was stunned again.

According to Lily, shouldn't I also check if she's injured?

Just as Asher thought of this, Artoria had already grasped Asher's wrist, "Please cooperate, turn around."

"I'm not injured, don't worry! And you're also very tired today, go back and rest first." Asher said helplessly.

"Are you afraid of me?" Artoria's cold hand rested on Asher's chest, "Your heart is beating fast."

"No, I think any normal man's heart would beat faster when something like this happens." Asher pressed his hands on Artoria's shoulders, "Anyway, I'm fine, go back and rest assured, this is the King's command."

"You said before that if I commanded you, you wouldn't disobey me." Asher said again.

Artoria was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"If there's any problem, be sure to tell me immediately. Even though I helped you heal with Rune Magic, there might still be underlying issues."

After much earnest persuasion, Asher finally sent Artoria away. He closed the door and returned to the room.

He walked to the window, looked at the moonlight outside, and sighed again in his heart.

He had thought they could push the foreign tribes into a corner in one go and then find a way to drive them completely out of Britain, but he didn't expect a mole to appear.

Everything would have to be re-evaluated.

"You seem very tired?" A gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.

Asher sighed again: "Of course, I'd feel tired when something like this happens."

"Mm-hmm, you're right, you've worked hard."

It wasn't until a soft body pressed against his back, feeling two large soft masses pressing against his back, that Asher suddenly woke up and turned around.

The woman in a long dress had her arms wrapped around Asher's waist. She was a little taller than Asher. At this moment, she lowered her head slightly, her pair of narrow, beautiful eyes gazing into Asher's.

"Good evening."

"Sister Morgan, could you please knock before coming in next time?" Asher said helplessly after a moment of silence.

"How can that be? As your supervisor, Big Sister needs to make sure you're not using your King's power to do anything bad, so it's necessary to supervise you secretly." Morgan Le Fay gently stroked Asher's hair.

"But you really didn't disappoint me."

"Doing bad things, huh..." Asher muttered.

"What are you thinking about?" Morgan asked.

"When you just said 'doing bad things,' I remembered something..." Asher looked up, "Sister Morgan, you wouldn't have killed all the tribal leaders, would you?"

For some reason, he always felt that given Morgan's personality, she would rather kill a hundred innocent people than let one guilty person go. Those who could report information to the enemy must be high-ranking officials, and the most likely among them were the three tribal leaders who went with them that day.

Morgan's expression stiffened slightly, then quickly returned to her usual smile.

"How could that be? Big Sister isn't the kind of person who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately. If you don't believe me, you can check tomorrow to see if those tribal leaders are still there."

"That's good." Asher breathed a sigh of relief.

Morgan Le Fay sighed softly, glancing at Asher with a look of grievance, "Suspecting me like that is very hurtful. Is that how you've always seen me?"

"...I'm sorry." Asher chose to apologize directly.

Thinking about it carefully, Asher felt a little ashamed. The people around Sister Morgan didn't trust her. If even he doubted Sister Morgan, wouldn't there be no one left to trust her?

"This time is fine, but next time it won't be so easy to forgive you." Morgan's finger brushed Asher's neck, where the mark she had left earlier was located.

She raised her eyes, stared at Asher, and licked her lips, "I originally planned to slowly transfer the mark to you, but now it seems I need to speed up the process to enhance your strength. Alright, quickly lie down over there."

She released Asher and pointed to the large bed nearby.

The mark of the Goddess of Death... But Shishou said that was a lie.

Remembering what Scathach had told him earlier, Asher's mouth slightly opened, wanting to ask something, but in the end, he didn't speak.

The relationship between these two was already strained. If he spoke up, wouldn't it worsen the relationship between Shishou and Big Sister?

"What's wrong? Why are you still standing there?" Seeing that Asher still hadn't moved, Morgan's beautiful eyes showed a hint of confusion.

How strange, why is this child so disobedient today?

He used to be so easily coaxed into bed with just a few words... Oh no, she should say, he used to cooperate with her with just a few words.

Did someone tell him something?

When she thought of this, a chill flashed in Morgan's beautiful eyes, but she quickly reined it in, maintaining her calm smile: "What's wrong? Do you have anything else to say?"

Asher said very tactfully, "Sister Morgan, I've thought about it carefully, and I don't need the mark of the Goddess of Death anymore. I'm very satisfied with my current strength, so it's not necessary."

Morgan narrowed her eyes, "It seems Scathach told you something?"

No wonder Asher suddenly became so wary of her. Was it because of that woman, Scathach?

Seeing Asher remain silent, Morgan immediately confirmed her guess. She looked composed, gently patted Asher's head, "Your Shishou isn't a god, so she certainly doesn't understand the existence of such marks. It's normal for her to be suspicious of me."

She took Asher's hand and placed it on her own chest, "Do you see this mark?"

Asher looked up and saw the dragon-like mark on Morgan's full chest, and nodded.

"This is the mark of the Goddess of Death," Morgan said, "Once I transfer the mark to you, you will have this mark on your body, inheriting part of my power."

"If it weren't for the fact that you are now King Arthur, I would never transfer the mark to you no matter what." Morgan urged, "Alright, lie down quickly. You should know that if I wanted to act directly against you, you wouldn't be able to resist, but I haven't done so, precisely because I trust you."

"Do you want to disappoint Big Sister?"

Under Morgan's firm urging, Asher could only walk to the bed and sit down. After thinking for a moment, he looked up and asked, "Can you transfer the mark to me in a different way?"

Morgan stared into Asher's dark eyes, her eyes flickering slightly. She shook her head with regret, "No, I told you, this is how my power is transferred to you through body fluids, so this is the only way."

As she finished speaking, she sat on the bed, her slender fingers caressing Asher's face, a seductive smile appearing on her face: "Or, would you like to exchange fluids with Big Sister through kissing?"

"Uh... I'll stick with the original method," Asher could only reply.

"What a pity, I originally wanted to teach you an adult way of kissing."

Morgan Le Fay's voice carried a hint of regret as she finished speaking. She pressed her finger on Asher's chest, her exquisite face moved close to his chest, and her other hand traced along Asher's neck, searching for the mark left last night.

"Found it... Alright, let's start now~"

As she finished, Morgan Le Fay's previously cold eyes gradually became excited. The thought of about to devour the sweet cake made her uncontrollably thrilled.

Is there really such a thing as the mark of the Goddess of Death...

Looking at the woman in front of him, whose gaze was full of aggression, Asher couldn't help but once again doubt the truthfulness of Morgan's words.

However, he still didn't ask.

Just as Morgan said, if she wanted to do something, he, as he was now, wouldn't be able to resist at all. So Morgan shouldn't be lying... probably.

Could it be that Shishou just doesn't know about the goddess's mark?

Asher felt Morgan Le Fay's fingers move up his neck, seemingly searching for the mark left last night. He closed his eyes slightly, secretly contemplating this matter.

"Huh?"

At this moment, he suddenly heard a soft gasp.

Asher opened his eyes and saw Morgan's finger resting on his neck, exactly where the mark was left last night.

"Sister Morgan?" Asher called out, puzzled.

Why did she suddenly become so serious? It looked quite frightening.

Asher rarely saw such an expression on Morgan Le Fay's face. Her cold gaze was completely different from his usual impression of Morgan. Usually, Morgan always wore a kind smile and her eyes were gentle, but now, those holy blue-green eyes seemed to carry killing intent.

Morgan remained silent, staring at Asher with an unpredictable expression.

More accurately, she was staring at the mark on his neck.

Originally, there was a bright red lip print on Asher's neck, and beneath that lip print, there was actually another mark, very faint, but undoubtedly, it was also a mark left by lips.

Morgan Le Fay's initial excitement slowly receded, and her smile faded significantly. She placed her right hand on Asher's face, staring intently into his eyes.

This was like a cake secretly hidden in the refrigerator, originally intended to be savored slowly at night, but when she went to taste it, she found that someone had touched the cream on the cake... and the place where they stole a bite was extremely close to hers.

This was simply a provocation, a blatant provocation!

"Where did this come from?" Morgan Le Fay's tone was several shades colder than usual, as if jealousy was burning in her heart.

"Lily wouldn't do this... Who did this?"

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