Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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Lying on Scáthach's soft lap, Asher was deep in thought.

Shishou was right. A person's age should indeed be measured by the luster of their organs and skin. Right now, there wasn't a single trace of age left on her.

Big Sister Morgan was the same... but if that was the case, why would they care about age?

"What are you thinking about?" Scáthach's voice pulled Asher back to reality.

Asher wasn't stupid enough to say what he was really thinking. Facing Scáthach's gaze, he said, "I was thinking, is fate really unchangeable?"

"Fate?" Scáthach murmured to herself, then calmly said, "Most likely, it cannot be changed."

She had seen the fates of many people. Without exception, they all passed away according to that predetermined destiny. Even if they wanted to change it, they couldn't. It was as if the threads of fate were already tied to people, impossible to sever. Even if they struggled and sought other paths, they would ultimately follow that thread to the end.

Asher was silent for a moment.

If that was the case, would Artoria inevitably pull out that sword in the end?

From Morgan's perspective, he hoped Morgan could fulfill her wish and let Artoria live a happy life as an ordinary little girl. But through his contact with Artoria over the past three months, it seemed she herself also desired to become king. Although she had doubts, she remained firm.

Was there no win-win situation?

"I have high expectations for you," Scáthach's voice brought Asher back from his thoughts.

"If it's you, perhaps you can change it."

"Shishou, that sentence sounds quite pressuring," Asher retorted.

"I'm not encouraging you," Scáthach shook her head, placing a finger on Asher's face. "You don't belong to this world, so you have this opportunity."

Scáthach's fingers were cool and slender, feeling very comfortable on his face. But Asher had no mood to enjoy the comfort. He was so startled he almost sat up from her lap.

Shishou had known all along that he wasn't from this world?!

"There's no need to be so alarmed. It's not strange to know such a thing. Rather, a lot of information can be obtained from the stories and characters you tell every night," Scáthach said calmly. "I don't know what you were like in the past, and I won't pursue it if you don't want to talk about it. Now you are just a member of the Land of Shadows, my disciple, aren't you?"

The slight worry from before faded, and Asher secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Scáthach again, there was a touch of gratitude in his eyes.

He was so moved he rubbed against Scáthach's thigh. "Thank you, Shishou."

"Still as clingy as you were a few years ago, even though you're already fifteen," Scáthach looked helplessly at the boy lying on her lap, stroking his face gently. "You should also get used to sleeping alone."

"I will slowly get used to it," Asher said. "After I can beat Shishou, I'll sleep alone."

"So confident you can defeat me in the future?" Surprise flashed in Scáthach's eyes.

"No, I have no confidence at all," Asher said. "That way, Shishou can come find me anytime."

Scáthach bent a finger and flicked Asher's forehead. "The strong should have confidence in themselves. Cú Chulainn does this better than you."

"I also have confidence, just not in defeating Shishou," Asher said. "If you asked Brother Cú Chulainn to fight you now, he definitely wouldn't say he was confident. If he were, how could he have never dared to mention age again later..."

The air around them seemed to turn cold instantly, and a "danger" sign seemed to float above Asher's head.

"What about age?" Scáthach asked casually.

"No, nothing..." Asher closed his mouth in time, noticing Scáthach's deep gaze, and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Shishou, can I ask you something?"

"No," Scáthach said.

Asher: "..."

"Just kidding, ask away." Seeing Asher's defeated look, Scáthach couldn't help but smile faintly.

Her disciple had liked to play by his own rules since before, so she suddenly wanted to try it today too—and hadn't expected the effect to be surprisingly good.

Moreover... watching his defeated look was quite interesting.

"Is your relationship with Queen Aife really that bad?"

The smile on Scáthach's face faded considerably. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"The guards should have told you about Queen Aife's invasion of the Land of Shadows when you left, right?" Asher asked.

"She doesn't like to attack the weak, so she didn't hurt you and Uathach, is that it?" Scáthach said.

Asher nodded slightly.

Actually, as early as three months ago, he had been very concerned about this, but never found a suitable moment to ask Scáthach. After all, they trained every day, and during the usual nighttime storytelling, there would often be Uathach crouching by the door, secretly observing.

Speaking of which, could Big Sister Uathach be at the door right now?

Asher suddenly felt guilty but quickly shook his head and rejected the idea.

It shouldn't be, right? If Uathach were there, Shishou would have noticed long ago.

"What's wrong?" Noticing Asher's silence, Scáthach asked in confusion, a hint of doubt in her red eyes.

Asher quickly regained his composure and coughed lightly. "Shishou... what do you think of Queen Aife?"

"Her?" Scáthach was silent for a moment. "Her personality is quite strong-willed, so she's troublesome."

"You don't dislike her... is that what you mean?" Asher asked thoughtfully.

Scáthach nodded slightly. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"No, I was just thinking—if you don't dislike each other, why is your relationship so bad?" Asher asked curiously.

"It's not that my relationship with her is bad; it's that her relationship with me is bad," Scáthach said, shaking her head.

"Isn't that necessarily a bad relationship?" Asher blurted out almost instinctively.

When Queen Aife chatted with him that day, her expression and tone were sincere—she genuinely hoped to gain her sister's approval.

However, Scáthach was not only powerful in martial arts, but her magic was also superb. Coupled with her strong-willed personality, winning her sister's approval was indeed not easy.

"In any case, she is now the Queen of Alba, and we don't have much connection, so let's not mention her anymore," Scáthach ended the topic firmly.

Seeing his Shishou's resolute attitude, Asher had no choice but to give up.

He could only wait for another chance to learn more details. If possible, he still hoped these two sisters could reconcile.

It was clearly just a misunderstanding... or rather, a sister-complex hoping for her sister's approval and nothing more. Why did it turn into hostile nations?

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