"With this, this week's share is all yours."
Morgan placed the small bottle in Asher's hand.
Asher clenched the small bottle and glanced outside at the clothes, which looked almost dry thanks to the weather.
"Then I'll go change and head back, Big Sister Morgan." After saying goodbye, Asher stepped forward, preparing to leave the palace.
Morgan quietly gazed at him, then sighed.
"As expected, I'm just a tool, aren't I? Once someone gets what they want, they ruthlessly abandon me... It's so incredibly unfair, waaaah..."
Asher's foot, about to step forward, abruptly stopped. He turned his head and saw Morgan le Fay looking like she was about to cry. Although her eyes showed no sadness, her absolutely beautiful face now carried a hint of sorrow, making her look incredibly alluring and causing his heart to flutter.
"Big Sister Morgan, is there anything else?" Asher asked helplessly.
"Chat with me for a bit. I'm also a goddess, after all. If you have any troubles, you can discuss them with me. Maybe I can help?"
By the time Morgan finished speaking, the sadness on her face had completely vanished, and her gaze was fixed firmly on Asher.
He had to admit, this woman truly deserved the title of witch. She understood people's hearts too well — or rather, she was too good at exploiting them. At this moment, she had seized Asher's sentimental weakness and kept him there.
"If I don't go back now, Lily will ask why I arrived so late today, and the time I return to the Land of Shadows will be delayed a lot..." Asher hesitated.
Frankly, chatting with this woman was tiring. It wasn't that he disliked Morgan — it was just that she liked to tease others whenever possible, and he had no way to refute her, which was exhausting.
I should really find an excuse to slip away...
"Your magical power has consolidated over these four years. Some time ago, I taught you divination..." Morgan said quietly. "If you can make me happy, perhaps I'll teach you other abilities?"
Just as Asher was about to find an excuse to leave, he silently walked back when he heard these words.
It's tiring, but worth it.
"Sit here, sit here." Morgan pointed enthusiastically to the seat beside her. As before, Asher sat next to her when he came earlier.
It was really strange... why did she enjoy teasing others so much? It shouldn't benefit her at all.
Asher glanced at the woman so close to him, pondering in his heart.
"What are you thinking about?" Morgan immediately caught his furtive glance and smiled. "You can say it, it's okay. Let's just chat casually."
"Why does Big Sister Morgan like to tease others so much?" Asher couldn't help but ask.
"Amusement," Morgan answered matter-of-factly. "Don't you find it incredibly delightful to see other people's embarrassed and shy expressions?"
"No... I can't understand it at all."
Morgan sized him up a few times. "You seem to have something on your mind. Tell me, maybe I can help you."
Asher looked at Morgan with some surprise. Could she even see that...?
But soon he shook his head. "You can't help me. Only I can."
He was worried about catching up to Scáthach's pace. Today's battle had slightly disheartened him. He hadn't expected that after practicing for so long, and with the dragon essence blood strengthening him, he was still so far behind his Shishou.
Of course, he knew very well this was a matter of experience and time accumulation. He still had a long way to go, but even knowing this, he couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"Oh? Something I can't help with?" Morgan became even more interested. "Tell me about it." A bewitching smile appeared on her face like a succubus. "Believe me, I can do most things in this world."
Asher hesitated, then looked at Morgan le Fay again.
"Quickly, tell me," she urged. "Don't you want to learn other abilities?"
Under Morgan's half-coercive, half-enticing words, Asher had no choice but to roughly explain his worries.
"So that's it — worried about not being able to catch up to Scáthach's pace?" Morgan smiled, her beautiful eyes sizing him up. "You really like your Shishou."
"Of course, Shishou is like a parent to me," Asher said noncommittally.
"Is it just simply liking your Shishou and wanting to repay her?" Morgan asked.
"Mm," Asher nodded.
"Really?" Morgan repeated.
Asher asked with some guilt, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean... you should know yourself." Morgan smiled, not particularly concerned, and placed her slender hand on the back of Asher's hand.
"Don't worry, I'll make you very, very strong — as long as you do it my way."
"As for Scáthach's side, you don't need to worry. You can spend more time with me, it doesn't matter." Morgan's enchanting voice rang in Asher's ear.
"Just leave everything to me. If one day it's discovered you're having an affair with the princess of a neighboring country, you can leave the Land of Shadows, and I'll help you deal with the aftermath."
A bewitching fragrance filled the tip of his nose. Asher's eyes grew dazed. Only when he heard the last part did he suddenly snap back and look at Morgan with vigilance.
"I won't leave the Land of Shadows."
Morgan was stunned, then quickly smiled nonchalantly.
"Hmm, I was just making a suggestion. Don't worry, I won't force you. You know, I'm not the kind of person who likes to threaten others."
She wasn't in a hurry. She just needed to erode Asher's heart little by little. He was only fifteen, still young and confused at many crossroads. She only needed to give him a push at the crossroads and play the role of a confidante Big Sister.
Once he needed to consult her about everything, it would be easy.
The fact that Asher confided his worries to her today meant his guard had lessened a lot.
This was understandable. After all, she provided Asher with dragon essence blood every week. Such a selfless goddess... who wouldn't like her?
Just then, a report came from outside:
"Lord Morgan."
The smile on her face lessened when she heard the voice. Calmly, she said, "Come in."
There wasn't a single living guard in Morgan's palace. Clearly, this guard was from the royal city.
As for the reason for coming... she could probably guess.
Not long after, a guard in armor walked into the palace.
The guard raised his head, his gaze surprisingly fixed on the boy beside Morgan with curiosity.
He hadn't expected a human to be in this palace, and it looked like the boy had a very good relationship with the witch...
"What do you have to say?"
Perhaps noticing the guard's strange look, Morgan's voice cooled down, sounding aloof and imperial — like an empress, making it hard to breathe.
Only then could Asher truly feel the true nature of the goddess Morgan le Fay. She wasn't a kind Big Sister confidante.
She was Morgan le Fay — goddess of death, daughter of King Uther. Although frivolous and teasing most times, her personality was not as easygoing as it seemed.
"News from King Uther," the guard quickly reported.
"Father," Morgan's gaze turned cold. "As expected, he still hasn't dispelled his doubts about me. What did he send you to inform me of?"
"Uh..." The guard looked embarrassed. After a moment, he gathered courage and spoke.
Suddenly, Asher felt an extremely terrifying aura emanate from Morgan. Though she smiled, her eyes were icy cold. She stood and slowly approached the guard.
"So, Father still suspects me?" she asked casually.
The guard raised his eyes and nodded lightly. "Yes."
He felt disdainful inside. Didn't she have any self-awareness? If he were King Uther, he would have confined Morgan already to test if she was behind the undead attacks in Camelot.
Many thought this way. After all, she was a witch; witches could do anything. The possibility of her summoning undead was high.
"Is that so?" Morgan muttered calmly, looking at the guard.
"Hmm... understandable, after all, I am a witch." Her tone was casual as she paused briefly.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the guard's entire body slammed into the door. He clutched his stomach, curling up in pain.
"That child is here. I didn't want to use violence... I don't want him to see such a violent side. His Big Sister Morgan should be kind and gentle, right?"
Morgan raised a finger, and the guard floated uncontrollably in mid-air.
With a "whoosh," she threw him out of the palace.
"But I didn't lay a hand on you either," she said with a smile.
"I didn't touch you. You flew out yourself, didn't you?"
"Yes..." The guard clutched his stomach, struggling to rise. He glanced fearfully at Morgan before quickly averting his gaze.
"Get lost."
Hearing that, the guard felt granted pardon and hurriedly fled the palace.
Asher silently watched the scene, remaining quiet.
"Scared?" Morgan turned to him, smiling.
"Not really," Asher replied. "I understand... it must be awful to be slandered. I don't think you did it either."
"You believe a witch?" Morgan asked.
"I don't believe in witches," Asher shook his head, watching her smile fade slowly. "But I believe in Morgan le Fay."
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