After hearing Asher's words, Morgan paused slightly, but soon a faint smile appeared on her face.
He didn't believe in witches, but he believed in Morgan...?
"I'm telling the truth," feeling Morgan's gaze on him, Asher added again.
"I know," Morgan said with a smile. "I can feel your sincerity."
She could sense whether others had malicious or benevolent intentions toward her. Without a doubt, Asher's words came from his heart.
When she looked at Asher, a gentle light shone in her holy blue eyes.
"I showed you a shameful side just now, getting so angry at a mere guard."
"I can understand that feeling. The anger of being slandered is hard to easily erase," Asher said earnestly.
"At this time, you should say that you didn't see anything just now... You still have a lot to learn," Morgan lightly tapped Asher's head. "If you're not clever, you'll offend people sooner or later."
"But you should still be grateful, because the kind and gentle Big Sister Morgan is standing in front of you, so even if you're not clever, she won't punish you," Morgan le Fay said with a smile in her eyes as she ruffled his hair.
Asher remained silent.
"Being silent at this time is like silently protesting something. Do you have any objections to what I just said?" Morgan le Fay reached out again and pinched Asher's cheeks, asking with a smile.
Although she still had a smile on her face, this time it seemed to carry a hint of danger.
"No objections... I was just thinking about something," Asher asked softly, "King Uther still suspects you?"
Recently, Asher had more or less heard the townspeople talk about the events in Camelot. It was said that most of the undead were the foreign tribes brought by the vile King Vortigern, who had once tried to control Britain. These undead had originally been dormant, but recently they had spontaneously revived and harmed many civilians in Camelot.
"Of course, I'm a witch. Who else would he suspect if not me?" Morgan le Fay chuckled lightly. "Not everyone thinks I'm just Morgan, you know."
Saying this, she shook her head lightly.
"You should go back first today. Don't come over this week, you'll be suspected. Anyway, the liquid I gave you is enough to last for a week."
As she finished speaking, Morgan turned her back to him, leaving Asher with a solitary figure.
Asher wanted to say something more, but after glancing up at her, he held back the words he wanted to say and silently turned to leave the palace.
Before leaving the palace, Asher paused and looked back at Morgan le Fay.
"Big Sister Morgan, no matter what others think, I will believe you."
Morgan was stunned, then turned her head and waved with a smile.
"Mm, go on."
After watching Asher leave, she sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the direction Asher had left. It was a long, long time before she withdrew her gaze.
Unknowingly, night fell.
A ray of candlelight illuminated the tightly closed basement.
Morgan le Fay slowly walked down the stairs of the basement, carrying a lamp.
No one would have thought that in the palace where Morgan le Fay lived, there would be such a vast basement.
A faint roar could be heard, the sound extremely weak, but it didn't affect the terrifying sound it produced when roaring in the slightest.
Morgan le Fay walked into the depths of the basement, and the roar in her ears grew closer and closer. She remained calm throughout, even with a faint smile on her face.
Finally, she arrived in front of a cage, looked at the huge creature bound by dozens of chains in front of her, and said,
"Good evening, Uncle."
"Morgan! Morgan le Fay!"
It was a white dragon, not very large in size, but it looked incredibly imposing. It pounced towards Morgan's direction with all its might, but because of the chains on its body, it couldn't get even half a step closer.
Vortigern, the vile king, King Uther's elder brother. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the strongest person in Britain, or rather... dragon.
Yes, having drunk too much dragon blood in his early years, Vortigern had long since transformed into a white demonic dragon, the strongest being in Britain.
But at this moment, this white dragon looked like it was on its last breath, and its brilliant golden eyes were also a bit dim. But even so, it still looked terrifying.
When it roared, a gust of wind rose up, and Morgan le Fay's golden hair flew high. She was wearing a black retro dress, and when the hem of her skirt lifted, it revealed a pair of fair and delicate calves, and she wore a pair of black high heels on her feet.
Even in the face of Vortigern's roar, Morgan le Fay's expression didn't waver in the slightest. She just looked at it calmly.
She was a god, the goddess of death. For humans, perhaps the white dragon's authority was supreme, even giving gods a headache, but for her, the current Vortigern was just a tool she used to nurture Asher.
"Calm down, Uncle," Morgan le Fay said with a smile. "Since you betrayed Britain back then, you should have been mentally prepared for this."
Vortigern narrowed his golden eyes and stared at Morgan le Fay coldly.
Vortigern, the vile king, King Uther's elder brother.
Back then, he had defeated King Uther, but before he could take control of the country, he had become a prisoner, at the mercy of others.
This woman was no longer Morgan le Fay.
Or rather, she had merged with the goddess of death and become a new existence.
Apart from him, it seemed that no one else knew about this.
No... if it was that magician in the court, he probably already knew.
"Alright, alright, it's late to come to a place like this, and I'm also very tired. I'll take a little more blood today and then I'll go back. Today was really torturous, deceiving someone who trusts me is really quite sad."
As Morgan le Fay finished speaking, she slowly walked forward, raised her right hand, and grabbed Vortigern's reverse scale.
Then, she exerted force with her right hand, actually snapping off a bit of the reverse scale. The intense pain caused Vortigern to let out an astonishing roar, and the foreign undead wandering in Camelot scattered and fled.
The ground in Britain trembled at this moment.
Vortigern's existence itself represented the will of Britain, but now it had fallen to this state.
It looked at Morgan le Fay unwillingly, as if it wanted to devour this seemingly beautiful and vicious woman alive.
Transparent blood dripped into the bottle. Morgan le Fay quietly waited for the blood to flow out.
There wasn't much essence blood in the reverse scale, and it needed to be slowly waited for to fill up.
Seemingly to pass the boring time, Morgan le Fay opened her mouth casually as if chatting with a good friend,
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly. You have to wait until that child fully inherits your power before you can die in peace."
"So for my plan, for the next six months, I'll have to ask for your continued cooperation, Uncle!"
As she finished speaking, Morgan le Fay forcefully pried open the reverse scale.
Vortigern let out a piercing roar at this moment, but because of the special barrier Morgan had set up, the sound couldn't be transmitted to the outside world.
"You devil! Vicious woman, I will kill you one day! Absolutely! You wait, just you wait!"
Vortigern roared, his voice shaking the heavens, and the ground in Britain trembled at this moment.
...
Leaving the basement, Morgan raised her hands and stretched lazily, sighing helplessly,
"Sorry, silly child... this time, I really did do it."
The riot of foreign undead in the royal city was indeed not her doing, but Vortigern's doing.
However, the reason why Vortigern went mad was related to her.
After all, anyone who had their dragon's reverse scale forcibly pried off and the essence blood inside extracted would go mad from such intense pain.
This woman was really good at acting.
She wasn't really angry in the main hall today; she was just putting on a show for King Uther, but she had even fooled Asher.
Asher thought she was angry because she wasn't trusted, but he didn't expect that all of this was just her own self-directed and self-acted play.
King Uther might blame her for hurting the messenger, but his suspicion of her would be greatly reduced.
The only thing today that went beyond Morgan's plan was probably the last words Asher said.
No one had ever said the word "believe" to her since the beginning.
She could see that that child really treated her like the Big Sister next door, even trusting her without hesitation.
But unfortunately... if he knew the truth, he would definitely be disappointed.
But it didn't matter, he wouldn't know the truth... anyway, there wouldn't be a third person who knew about this.
"Don't waste my good intentions in vain."
Morgan leaned against the headboard, golden hair draped over her shoulders, her retro black dress lifted slightly, revealing her perfect, slender, fair legs.
She gently shook the small bottle in her hand, the translucent liquid inside swaying with an alluring luster.
"For you, I've been cast as the bad woman."
"...Although I originally was."
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