"What's wrong, disciple? Haven't you coveted this body for a long time? Now that I'm giving you this opportunity, aren't you even a little tempted?"
As Scáthach finished speaking, she deliberately licked her lips. The contrast between her usual coldness and her current allure created a strong shock, causing Asher's heart to beat faster.
However, Asher was very clear that the woman in front of him was not his Shishou.
"Big Sister Morgan, stop playing around. Your and Shishou's temperaments are completely different. Anyone can tell at a glance."
"Ara, is it that obvious?" Morgan le Fay shrugged boredly, returning to her original appearance. Her golden hair fluttered in the wind, and parts of her beautiful fair cheeks were dyed red by the setting sun, making her look incredibly captivating.
"But with this, you know how powerful I am, right? If you get me alone, it's equivalent to having everyone. Relying on my illusions, I can become anyone you want, right? Even forbidden Shishou-disciple love can be satisfied—"
"But no matter how you change, aren't you still essentially you?" Asher retorted weakly.
"But at least it can give you the satisfaction of vanity," Morgan le Fay paused slightly. "Ah, of course, even if you manage to pursue me, you'll have to wait until you're an adult to do fun things."
"So what exactly are you talking about!" Asher silently covered his face, looking at Morgan through the gaps between his fingers. "How do you do the illusion?"
"You're really impatient..." Morgan teased, then, perhaps seeing that Asher was about to be driven crazy, she patted his head.
"Alright, alright, I'll teach you now."
---
Morgan le Fay roughly explained the method of "illusion," then said casually, "Don't look at me using it so easily now. Actually, this is quite difficult magic. You need to be very focused, and your control over magic power also needs to be very high."
Asher didn't speak, recalling the method Morgan le Fay had told him before, trying to do it as she said.
Morgan le Fay then continued, "And with your current magic power, you can probably only use the illusion about three or four times at most when concentrating, and you can't transform into other people. As for the duration, it still depends on your magic power."
"Magic power..." Asher muttered to himself.
Now his physical strength was mostly fine, but the troubles brought by magic power immediately followed.
Both Scáthach and Morgan had said that there was a vast magical power sealed within Asher's body. What he needed to do was to develop this magic power day after day for his own use. However, according to the current progress, it would probably be impossible to fully develop it even by the time he died.
"Are you worried about magic power?" Morgan seemed to see through Asher's thoughts.
"Don't worry too much about this. You just need to focus on learning the magic I teach you. As for the magic power... after you become an adult, I will naturally have a way to help you."
As she finished speaking, a bewitching look appeared in the beautiful smile on her face.
"After becoming an adult?" Asher raised his head. "What does that have to do with becoming an adult?"
"It has a lot to do with it... It's better for children not to understand so much," Morgan said quietly.
"I'm already fifteen years old," he retorted with great dissatisfaction.
"Fifteen is still very early," Morgan stared at Asher for a while, then turned her back to look at the forest, asking casually, "You said I've taught you so many abilities. If I'm hiding something from you, and you find out in the future, will you ignore me?"
"Hiding something from me?" Asher repeated.
"Yes, hiding something from you."
What she was referring to was naturally the incident three months ago when collecting white dragon blood caused Camelot to fall into chaos. In fact, Morgan le Fay had also considered whether or not to tell Asher the truth.
But she couldn't let it go so easily... without discussing it with Asher, she had arbitrarily nurtured him as the body of the white dragon. Although that vile dragon was powerful, it was a great enemy to Britain, an existence that would be hostile.
In the future, if Lily knew Asher's identity, who knew what would happen.
"Did Big Sister Morgan do anything that would harm me?" Asher suddenly asked.
"Harmful isn't quite the word... At least, it seems to be more beneficial than harmful to you at the moment. It's just that I didn't tell you the truth, and you might get angry after you find out—"
"Since you haven't done anything bad to me, then I won't be angry," Asher said, immediately changing the subject. "By the way, haven't you noticed anything special about me now, Big Sister Morgan?"
"Anything special?" Morgan was stunned, then turned her head to look.
Another Asher stood behind her.
"Illusion?" she said with slight surprise.
In just two hours, he had already learned "illusion"?
"I really have to look at you in a new light," When Morgan looked at the Asher in front of her again, there was more admiration in her eyes.
According to the original plan, it would take at least three days to get a preliminary grasp of illusion, and as for complete mastery, it would take even longer. She hadn't expected Asher to learn it so quickly.
"Very good, then let's start the second training now. Use up all your magic power before going back!" Morgan said. "Not just randomly releasing magic power, but controlling it to flow out slowly... I told you this before, right?"
"Use up all my magic power...?" Asher was stunned.
"That's right, use it all up... This is the usual training, right? I haven't been here for a while. You wouldn't have been slacking off on your own, would you?" As she finished speaking, Morgan le Fay looked at Asher with a deep gaze.
"I slacked off a little bit... really just a little bit," Asher said, shifting his gaze guiltily at the end.
Morgan stared intently at Asher. "Very good! I've decided. If you don't use up all your magic power this time, I'll help you myself."
"As for how I'll help... you can imagine it yourself."
"I will use it all up myself!" Noticing the danger in Morgan le Fay's gaze towards him, Asher couldn't help but answer loudly.
"Mm, that's a good boy," Morgan said contentedly, taking two steps back. "Begin."
Looking at Asher, who had begun to train seriously, Morgan le Fay's gaze softened a lot.
She could tell that Asher had just changed the subject, and his purpose was also very clear.
It was because he didn't want her to keep dwelling on the fact that "I didn't tell you the truth," right?
This little boy had always been very considerate of other people's feelings.
Morgan le Fay looked at the boy who was constantly stimulating the magic power from his body and couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
He was really a good boy, hehehe...
It was precisely because of this that she wanted Asher to become intoxicated with her.
While he was still young, she would gradually mold him into her own shape...
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"Mom, what's wrong with you today?" Uathach watched Scáthach return to the palace alone, following her all the way in, and finally couldn't help but ask strangely.
For some reason, she had a very strange feeling, always feeling that her mother's state today was not quite right.
"Did Ash make you angry?" Uathach tried asking.
That didn't make sense. With her younger brother's cowardly appearance, how could he dare to make their mother angry? And their mother wasn't the kind of person who easily lost her composure.
"It has nothing to do with the disciple. His training today was excellent, but..."
"But?" Uathach tilted her head, confusion in her beautiful purple eyes.
"Your sense of crisis is very low, Uathach," Scáthach looked deeply at Uathach.
If it weren't for her, if her daughter's fiancé was one day deceived by that goddess, her daughter would probably still be foolishly unaware of anything.
"Sense of crisis? Do I have a crisis?" Countless question marks seemed to pop up above Uathach's head. She hadn't heard what Scáthach had just said at all.
"Forget it, it's nothing," Scáthach shook her head.
That goddess was just like a child with a temper. Did she really think that using the previous method would be able to anger her?
It was just saying some bad things and then trying to entice her disciple to say bad things about her together.
Not everyone was so bored that they would get angry over such trivial matters.
"Mom, where are you going?" Uathach saw Scáthach get up and walk out of the palace hall, and couldn't help but ask in confusion.
"I'm going to see how the other disciples in the training ground are practicing now. It's been a long time since I sparred with those disciples. Let's take this as a small assessment."
"Ah? Now?!" Uathach was stunned, her expression suddenly becoming much more nervous, and she quickly followed.
It sounded quite good, after all, being able to spar with such a powerful person could greatly improve one's combat experience.
But that was just how it sounded...
Scáthach always took battles seriously. Most of the disciples in the Land of Shadows came from the elites of various tribes outside. These disciples came here to learn martial arts, but they would rather train on their own than fight Scáthach, because it would make them feel excruciatingly painful when they woke up the next day.
Not everyone had Asher's resilience to withstand mental and physical blows and spar with Scáthach every day.
I'll try to persuade Mom a bit later... Uathach thought secretly as she followed behind Scáthach.
Come to think of it, why did Mom suddenly want to train those disciples?
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