Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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"Could you lend me this child for two months?"

When Scáthach heard Morgan le Fay's words, the calmness she had maintained on her face finally faded a little. "What's the reason?"

"It's simple," Morgan raised one finger. "You can't leave the Land of Shadows casually. If it's just one or two weeks, it might be okay, but if it's a long time, not to mention Alba next door eyeing you covetously, even the monsters in the nearby mountains will be too much for the people of the Land of Shadows to handle."

"Since you don't have time, then I'll help. I'll take him to train," Morgan continued, "to make him stronger."

"Ash also has Mom helping him train in the training ground usually, Mom is very strong!" Uathach retorted unconvincingly.

"That kind of training is completely different from training outside," Morgan shook her head. "Without experiencing the test of life and death, he's ultimately just a flower in a greenhouse."

Scáthach nodded slightly.

Morgan le Fay was indeed right.

Even though she didn't like this woman, she had to admit one thing.

Without experiencing the tempering of the battlefield, one cannot become a true powerhouse.

Training and real combat were very different.

She had thought about letting Asher live a carefree life in the Land of Shadows forever, but that would go against her disciple's wishes.

What's more, she also hoped that Asher could climb to the top.

She had stood here alone for too long, and it would be a very happy thing if someone could climb up.

Asher looked at Morgan le Fay sitting opposite him and found that she was also looking at him. A composed smile always remained on her face, as if she had calculated everything.

"Two months?! Two months of wilderness training?!" Uathach slammed her hands on the table and stood up abruptly, turning her head to glare at the blonde woman beside her. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Calm down, calm down, little sister~" Morgan le Fay smiled and gestured for Uathach to calm down. "Your mother hasn't even spoken yet, so there's no use in you being so anxious."

"Besides… don't you want him to become stronger?"

Uathach reluctantly sat down, muttering, "I do hope so… but two months is too long. I can't bear not seeing Ash for two months…"

Asher turned his head to look at Scáthach.

Scáthach seemed to be pondering, and hadn't spoken the whole time.

He didn't interrupt his Shishou's thoughts either, and secretly pondered Morgan's words just now in his heart.

In the past five years, Asher considered his training results to be quite good. At least he had surpassed the senior and junior disciples around him. But Morgan was right, without the tempering of iron and blood, he couldn't become a powerhouse.

The astonishing aura that Scáthach exuded during battle wasn't just because of her strength, but more importantly because of her battles on the battlefield.

But suddenly leaving for two months—

Asher's train of thought suddenly broke off, feeling someone's toes rubbing against his calf. He raised his head and saw the alluring look in Morgan le Fay's holy blue eyes, her fair toes lightly stepping on Asher's calf and caressing it.

It was just that, but it gave Asher a very subtle feeling, his mind wavered, and he secretly glanced at Scáthach beside him.

Scáthach seemed to be considering Morgan's proposal just now, completely unaware of Morgan's small actions.

No, even if Shishou didn't notice now, it was still dangerous. Who knew what this goddess was thinking...

Asher tried to back away, but felt the sharp look in Morgan le Fay's eyes, as if saying: If you back away, I can't guarantee what will happen next.

Without a doubt, Morgan le Fay was serious. Once he backed away, she would definitely take other actions.

Thus, Asher had no choice but to silently accept Morgan le Fay's "punishment" in this uneasy mood, waiting for Scáthach's final decision.

"I understand what you're saying," Scáthach raised her head.

The moment Scáthach looked up, Asher felt his heart almost stop.

But fortunately, Scáthach didn't seem to notice Morgan le Fay's small movements under the table. After pondering for a while, she continued, "Before deciding whether to grant your request, I would like to talk to you alone."

"Talk to me alone?" Morgan pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly and said casually, "Hmm, that's fine, but let's wait until after dinner, shall we? Oh right, right, I don't think I've formally introduced myself, have I?"

As she spoke, Morgan le Fay's toes had gradually climbed up Asher's calf, like a water snake slowly crawling.

"No need," Scáthach glanced at Asher inadvertently. "Goddess of Death… daughter of Uther Pendragon, also considered his other Teacher."

"Oh, so you knew all along," Morgan le Fay said with a surprised expression, resting her chin on her hand as she sized up Scáthach, her toes still wandering on Asher's leg.

"That does save time for self-introduction…"

"Let's not waste each other's time anymore," Scáthach's voice suddenly rang out as Morgan's toes were about to reach Asher's thigh. "If the 'busy matters' you mentioned are just to tease my disciple, then I can only assume that you have no sincerity whatsoever, and you can leave here now."

"Oh?" Morgan sized up the woman in front of her.

"You seem very angry?"

Scáthach suddenly smiled. "He is my disciple, but also my daughter's fiancé. He is inexperienced and young, and his resistance to many messy temptations from the outside world is relatively weak, so I hope there won't be some shameless woman trying to seduce him."

"After all, there is a significant age difference between the two of you. Half-hearted guidance might still be acceptable, but other things… let's just forget about it."

The sound of something invisible shattering in the air seemed to ring out. Morgan le Fay retracted her toes from Asher's foot and casually slipped them back into the black sandals on the floor.

Then, she suddenly sighed. "Hmm, if we're talking about age difference… you're indeed right. As a god, I've completely forgotten about such things."

After saying the last part, her tone suddenly changed. "Speaking of which, do you know what this child calls me?"

Scáthach remained silent.

"He calls me 'older sister'… after all, for a god, age doesn't have much meaning. In this child's eyes, I'm just a young older sister," Morgan said slowly, swinging her foot. "As for teaching skills, please forgive me. It's simply because I have too little experience, and the time I've spent teaching others isn't long enough, so in this regard, I'm indeed inferior to you."

A cold aura seemed to spread through the air. Uathach watched the two women, blinked, completely unaware of what had suddenly happened.

She glanced at Asher, signaling with her eyes.

But Asher just shook his head, indicating for his sister not to speak now.

"Teaching skills inferior to mine…" Scáthach murmured to herself, then sighed. "Actually, I think with your strength, your teaching skills shouldn't be too bad, you just haven't thought about how to teach others yet. Moreover, if your teaching ability is too poor, then there would be no point in taking my disciple outside for training."

Morgan nodded lightly. "That makes sense… then is there any way for me to prove myself?"

Scáthach pointed to the two red spears beside her.

"As expected? But I don't mind," Morgan le Fay stood up. "In that case, how about a friendly spar outside?"

A smile appeared on Scáthach's face. "With pleasure."

She had been worried about not having a strong opponent to fight, and now suddenly a very suitable person had appeared. Scáthach was naturally very willing.

"Then—"

Asher looked left and right, watching the atmosphere become increasingly wrong. If he didn't do anything, the situation might escalate to an even worse state.

"That—"

So, looking at the two people who were about to leave the hall, Asher mustered his courage and stood up.

Scáthach stopped and turned to look at Asher. "What is it, disciple?"

Although Morgan didn't speak, her eyes also held curiosity, not understanding what he suddenly wanted to say.

Asher took a shallow breath, slowly exhaled, and raised his head to look at the two women. "Actually, I think Shishou and Big Sister Morgan should be about the same age, right? So arguing or even sparring over such a thing is completely meaningless."

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