Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: The Magician of Flowers



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Scáthach watched Asher, who had yawned sleepily and then closed his eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair, her mind recalling what her disciple had just said.

Aife...

Calculating the time, it had been a very, very long time since her younger sister had left and become the Queen of Alba.

During that time, there had been many skirmishes between the soldiers of both sides, and even small-scale wars had broken out.

She hadn't expected her disciple to suddenly ask about this.

Was it because he had met Aife that day?

It seemed that it was time to end this meaningless struggle.

Scáthach looked into the darkness ahead, pondering secretly in her heart.

Asher, lying on her lap, scratched his stomach, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Scáthach looked down at him, feeling Asher's breathing gradually even out. She stroked his face with her fingers, a faint smile on her lips.

This child still liked to rely on others even now.

Since five years ago, Asher seemed to have a particularly strong sense of dependence on her. Although he often complained during training, he never took the initiative to give up and say, "I don't want to train anymore."

It could be said that Asher was the exact opposite of Uathach. One would work hard, while the other often slacked off.

And the reason he worked so hard was simply because he didn't want to disappoint his Shishou.

Talented and willing to work hard, Asher was the second person she had seen like this besides CĂş Chulainn.

Logically, liking to rely on others should be a manifestation of cowardice, but she surprisingly didn't dislike that feeling.

Recalling the various events of the past, Scáthach slowly moved him to the pillow and quietly left the room.

The moonlight was beautiful, casting a soft glow. Scáthach raised her head and looked at the hazy moonlight.

"Staying together for a long time, you don't know if it's family affection or love?" she murmured as if to herself.

Was this a hint to herself?

Silly disciple, did he really think his Shishou couldn't understand?

At first, she thought Asher's liking was just a simple admiration for his Shishou, but as the years passed, she finally realized one thing.

This child seemed to be serious.

They trained together every day, and every time training ended, the look in Asher's eyes when he looked at her often carried a strange heat. How could she not notice such a look?

Scáthach could see the future of others. She had tried to know Asher's future, but she couldn't see it, as if it was shrouded in a thick fog.

"Forget it, whatever the outcome, let fate decide."

Scáthach muttered to herself and turned to leave.

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That night, Asher was still fast asleep.

Not long after, he felt the pitch-black world before him gradually become brighter.

Was it a dream...?

Asher realized it was a dream. Scáthach was still beside him before he fell asleep, so it was impossible for anyone to move him elsewhere.

There was no one in this world who could kidnap him in front of Scáthach, so he could only assume it was a dream.

A lucid dream?

Just as he thought of this, pink petals fluttered past his eyes, and a sea of flowers appeared.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, Asher suddenly remembered something and muttered to himself, "Could it be that guy?"

Giving flowers to the land, giving dreams to humanity, giving the future to history, these were the characteristics of that man.

The Magician of Flowers—Merlin.

"Oh dear, you've already noticed? Should I say your reaction speed is fast, or have you heard my name from others long ago? For example, that woman..."

A frivolous voice rang out in the distance. With every step he took, flowers bloomed along the way. Both his tone and behavior seemed to be filled with elegance.

"Merlin?" Asher looked at the man in front of him.

"Do you know me?" Merlin always maintained a composed smile on his face.

"You should know whether I know you or not," Asher said.

In fact, Asher felt that Merlin had probably discovered him when he was in contact with Artoria, but he just hadn't come looking for him.

"You even noticed that?" Merlin showed a slightly surprised look.

"After all, it's you," Asher said.

"Hmm... it sounds like you think I'm very powerful?"

"No, I don't feel that way at all," Asher said, shaking his head.

Merlin didn't care about Asher's answer. He circled Asher, observed him carefully for a while, and nodded slightly. "I see... no wonder I haven't seen much action from that woman these days. It's indeed related to you?"

The red dragon of Britain and the white dragon of the foreign race.

The red dragon symbolized Britain, while the white dragon was... the foreign race, that is, the Saxons who were currently invading British land.

Artoria, who inherited the red dragon, and Asher, who inherited the white dragon... was this Morgan le Fay's plan?

Since she couldn't obtain the complete red dragon bloodline, she simply created a new white dragon to create someone who could rival or even surpass Artoria?

"Are you planning to stop her?" Asher asked.

Merlin possessed the Clairvoyance to see the present, and based on the existing information, he could predict the future. Even without going anywhere, he could see through all phenomena.

So it wasn't strange that he would come looking for him. Asher had felt from the beginning that Merlin would come knocking sooner or later, but he hadn't expected this day to come so quickly.

"No, I won't interfere with anything," Merlin turned his head to look at Artoria, who was still training in the distance. "Predetermined fate cannot be changed, no matter the process—"

He raised his finger, and a thread extended straight into the distant sky.

"The final outcome is the same."

"That sounds like a very unpleasant thing to say," Asher frowned. "If everything is predestined, why did you help Lily?"

"Because—"

"Because you're a l*licon?" Asher asked.

Merlin's voice stopped abruptly. Soon, his expression returned to normal, but he shook his head.

"You don't understand—"

"I understand, you're just a l*licon, right?" Asher said.

Everyone was a king-lover, who didn't understand who?

"Speaking of which, why are you dressed like this?" Merlin sized up Asher's attire and asked suspiciously.

Asher was currently wearing a black cloak with a wide hat on his head. There was a crow on his left shoulder, and the crow's eyes were red, making it look particularly eerie.

This was the blessing of the goddess of death, and only Asher possessed it in this world. It wouldn't manifest in reality, but it had actually appeared in this dream, which was truly surprising.

"What attire?" Asher lowered his head to take a look, thinking to himself that it couldn't possibly be something like the emperor's new clothes, right?

"The clothes you wore when you went to see Big Sister Morgan before. I thought you weren't really wearing anything," Asher muttered after confirming that the clothes he was wearing were normal.

"Do you have something to talk to me about by suddenly dragging me in here?"

"I'm just a little curious about what kind of person you are, and why Morgan is willing to cultivate you so wholeheartedly," Merlin showed a faint smile as if he saw through everything.

Asher's heart skipped a beat. "You already know?"

"Of course," Merlin said seriously, "I don't know."

Asher: "..."

"You know, I really want to poke your head with a spear right now."

After pretending for so long, he said such an idiotic thing. This guy was really asking for a beating.

"That's quite terrifying, but if you want to make a move, don't think I'm just a magician. Actually, my swordsmanship is quite good," Merlin waved the sword in his hand. He had to say, it really looked the part.

The girl in the distance glanced over here but didn't come over.

Training time was still going on, and without Merlin's permission, she wouldn't move around casually.

"It's really quite hard," Asher looked in Artoria's direction and couldn't help but sigh.

He had heard before that after receiving training from Kay and Sir Ector every day, she couldn't even sleep well at night. She had to receive Merlin's training in her dreams and the teachings to become king. It was truly a life like a machine.

Probably only Artoria could persevere in such a life.

Honestly, seeing this scene, he felt like he was about to become a king-lover.

So determined, serious, and cute... such a girl was really attractive.

"Sometimes when I see this scene, I feel embarrassed even thinking about slacking off," Asher said again.

"Do you want to stay here and train with her?" Merlin asked.

"Can I really?" Asher asked.

"Of course, although the bloodline in your body isn't very good, it's not a problem," Merlin smiled. "After all, you are also that child's friend."

"Then—" Asher held out his hand.

"So polite?" Merlin smiled and shook his hand.

"Let me go back," Asher said. "I'm not interested in training even when I'm sleeping at night."

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