The indoor air was thick with mist. Asher looked at the vaguely visible figure before him and subconsciously swallowed.
It doesn't look like she's noticed my identity yet...?
Maybe it would be better to leave now.
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and hand me the bath towel," Morgan's voice came again from the other side.
Asher snapped back to reality. Hearing Morgan's urging, he felt increasingly strange inside.
Logically, it shouldn't be like this... From the moment he entered the palace, Morgan le Fay should have already noticed him.
Or maybe Morgan's signal isn't very good in this bathhouse...? Just kidding.
"Could it be that it's not an Enforcement Knight...?" Morgan muttered to herself again, finally confirming Asher's suspicion.
It seemed... Big Sister Morgan really hadn't noticed it was him.
Although he didn't know why, he should still leave now. Later, an Enforcement Knight would come in and hand the bath towel to Morgan.
"Asher, bring me the bath towel." Seemingly noticing that Asher was planning to leave, Morgan le Fay finally stopped pretending and called out directly.
Asher's footsteps halted abruptly.
Morgan didn't not know at all. She clearly wanted to tease him from the beginning!
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
When Morgan's voice came again, Asher hardened his heart, picked up the bath towel hanging nearby, and walked toward the bath.
Anyway, it's not like I'll lose anything by looking. What's there to be afraid of!
With that mentality, Asher stepped onto the crystal-clear floor and moved toward Morgan's direction.
Unknowingly, Asher saw the woman. Morgan le Fay had her back to him. Her hair was piled high, with a few golden strands clinging to her fair back. Her snow-white neck was as proud as a swan's. She slightly tilted her head and casually glanced at him.
"Hand it over to me."
Asher glanced secretly at Morgan's back, handed her the bath towel, and then turned to leave.
"Are you so afraid of me, Asher?" Morgan le Fay's light voice rang out with a strange charm.
She raised her other hand, and water droplets splashed down her back, hitting her soft skin — very alluring.
"It's not fear, Big Sister Morgan," Asher said. "It's just that I'm a bit afraid of not being able to control myself."
"You do know how to tell the truth," Morgan chuckled lightly. "Want to come down and wash together?"
"Really?" Asher asked subconsciously.
"Of course not," Morgan's smile grew even more interesting when she heard his answer. "Normal people would usually flee in a panic, right? You're really surprising."
"I think normal men usually wouldn't run away..." Asher muttered, glancing again at Morgan.
Even through the mist, he could see the beautiful skin of that body.
Morgan le Fay let out a pleasant laugh. "Do you think anyone would see a witch bathing and not be afraid of her revenge?"
"Me," Asher said.
"…Hmm, it seems I've been a little too kind to you, which is why you're so unbridled," Morgan pondered for a moment. "In that case, I'll give you a small lesson."
"A small lesson...?"
Just as Asher was muttering this, he saw Morgan raise her finger. Before he could react, she crooked it.
Whoosh!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Accompanied by Asher's scream and Morgan le Fay's pleasant laughter, Asher flew uncontrollably into the bath.
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In the main hall.
"I think it's not very gentlemanly to be so petty," Morgan le Fay said with a smile. "It was just a little joke with you. If other people trespassed into the bath, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with them."
"But you were the one who told me to go over there!" Asher said unhappily.
He was now wearing a suit of silver armor, temporarily moved from the basement because his clothes had been soaked when he fell into the bath.
He had to admit that this armor, usually worn by the Enforcement Knights, looked quite handsome. But on him, Asher only had one thought: It's freaking heavy!
"If you hadn't entered the bath first, would I have suddenly thought of asking you to come over?" Morgan smiled and sized him up a few times.
The fifteen-year-old boy stood in front of the hall, his body slightly stiff.
Clearly, supporting this armor had cost him a lot of stamina. He had trained with Scáthach earlier, wasted a lot on the journey, plus the mental torment he had just experienced — he was now a bit overwhelmed.
Morgan sighed. "Forget it, take off your armor. I won't blame you for blaspheming the gods, don't worry."
Noticing Asher's doubtful gaze, Morgan stepped down from the throne, approached him, took off his helmet, and pointed to the silver armor.
"It's okay to be casual here. Take off the upper part."
"But..." Asher hesitated.
"It's okay, I won't mind. After all, this matter is a bit related to me," Morgan said.
"It's not a bit, it's completely your fault, Big Sister Morgan," Asher couldn't help but say.
If Morgan hadn't thrown him into the bath, he wouldn't have gotten wet.
"Ouch ouch ouch—" Asher's cheeks were pinched by Morgan. "Didn't your Shishou teach you to respect your elders?"
"No... but Big Sister Uathach did say to respect the old and cherish the young—"
Asher suddenly stopped talking because he noticed the cold glint in Morgan's eyes.
"That's why I thought there was no need to respect Big Sister Morgan too much... After all, you're my Big Sister, not an old person, so why should I be so respectful?" Asher quickly added.
Morgan still stared at him coldly.
It wasn't until a while later that a sweet smile bloomed on her face.
"You're quite eloquent. I'll let you off this time."
Serving a monarch is like serving a tiger... Asher secretly sighed in relief.
It seemed he still couldn't be too cheeky. Although Morgan was usually easy-going, her temper was unpredictable and a bit dangerous.
But he had indeed gone a bit too far. Saying such things... even his Shishou would probably let him know what cruelty meant.
"Alright, take off your top," Morgan said again.
Seeing Asher still hadn't moved, Morgan sized him up a few times and said, "Don't worry, are you still afraid I'll lay a hand on you? I'm not like some guy, I'm not a pedophile."
At least she would wait a few more years.
"Pedophile...?" Asher was stunned, then quickly realized who Morgan's "child" was referring to.
But some guy... who was that?
"What are you still standing there for? Do I have to do it myself?" Morgan said with some distress at the end. "If I do it myself and then someone happens to walk in, I'll really become a pedophile."
"So, you should do it yourself."
Under Morgan's kind smile, Asher finally took off his upper armor.
The pressure from that armor just now finally lessened.
Looking at the relieved Asher, Morgan sighed softly, saying with some annoyance, "Clearly you've taken that thing, why is your stamina still so poor? Will there be a situation in the future where you can pull out Caliburn but can't because you don't have enough strength..."
"Why would I pull out Caliburn?" The ahoge on Asher's head stood up high as if suddenly alerted.
"Ah... um, nothing, nothing..." Morgan shook her head, casually brushing it off. "Oh right, you're here for this week's share, right? Sit here for a while, I've already asked someone to get it."
Asher didn't relax at all, staring at Morgan with suspicion.
He always felt that something was wrong...
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