Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

Clang!

Asher gripped his spear tightly, deflecting the strike of the python that resembled a giant dragon. In that instant, the illusion was activated. He circled behind the giant python, stepping along its slippery skin all the way up. As the giant python opened its bloody maw to bite at the illusion, he raised his spear, and a blaze of fire suddenly erupted.

The spear fiercely pierced into the giant python's body.

The giant python hissed, quickly twisting its body, turning its head to try and bite the human riding on it, but Asher had already slid down the giant python's body on the ice created by Rune words.

It looked cool, but when his feet touched the ground, he almost stumbled and fell.

The giant python twisted its body and lunged towards Asher. Asher raised his fingers, and an ice wall floated into mid-air. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as the ones Scáthach released before, it was still barely enough to withstand this attack.

The giant python opened its bloody maw and bit the ice wall, an astonishing stench rushing towards him. Asher retreated several steps, his forehead hair lifting, revealing his golden pupils.

When facing such a creature, he would decisively switch to combat power overload mode. Only in this way could he ensure his own safety.

The giant python raised its tail and heavily swung it towards Asher's direction. Asher remained calm and raised his spear.

Boom!

The spear and the giant python's tail collided, stirring up a gust of wind. Asher was sent flying backward by the impact. He shouted, "Lily, switch!"

Artoria, who had been waiting beside for the best opportunity, drew her longsword. The power of Rune words surged in an instant, frost formed on the ground, and a blaze of fire suddenly erupted, engulfing the giant python.

On a certain branch, Scáthach stood quietly, watching the battle on Asher's side.

"How is it? Watching your disciple work so hard, do you feel particularly accomplished?" Morgan stretched lazily, glancing at the woman beside her.

"Or do you feel heartache?" she then asked.

Scáthach calmly watched that direction. "Every disciple will sooner or later face the test of life and death. He has only brought such days forward a bit."

"Eh~ As expected of someone who can teach so many outstanding disciples, your thoughts are indeed more mature," Morgan le Fay said.

Scáthach shook her head. "This is just a very ordinary thing. To survive in this era, if he leaves the Land of Shadows, he will face such things sooner or later."

"You've already prepared for him to leave the Land of Shadows?" Morgan looked at the woman beside her. "Since that's the case, why not just take this opportunity to give him to me? I happen to have a use for him."

Scáthach glanced at Morgan.

"He is Uathach's fiancé."

"Fiancé is just fiancé, it's not like they're already married," Morgan said. "Strength speaks in this world."

Scáthach shook her head. "He should decide for himself."

"Then he will definitely say that he hopes to be with his Shishou forever. You cunning fellow definitely knows he will say that, right? Saying it's for your daughter's sake is actually just wanting to keep your disciple by your side."

"I wouldn't have such thoughts," Scáthach said. "I only hope that in the future he will have the strength to defeat me... and then, kill me."

Her tone was calm when she said the last part, as if she were talking about a very ordinary thing.

"Hmm, and then after he kills you, he can be with me," Morgan suddenly said.

Scáthach: "..."

If this woman hadn't been completely defenseless and had no desire to fight her, she would have wanted to stab this goddess to death with a spear right now.

Why did the conversation always end up revolving around such things?

"Do you stand by what you said before?" Scáthach then asked.

"Don't worry, I said I wouldn't harm him," Morgan le Fay said with a smile. "After all, I've raised him for so long, how could I possibly harm him?"

"And also..."

"What?"

"I'm a witch, you know?" Morgan le Fay asked.

"Heard of it," Scáthach said.

"But when I'm with him, I'm not a witch."

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In the blink of an eye, another week had passed.

During this time, apart from a change of clothes, they had not left the forest.

Moreover, Asher discovered that this ahoge-chan's self-preservation awareness was quite poor.

For example, when bathing by the river, she didn't seem to be afraid at all that he was peeking nearby. Asher had a good talk with her afterward. To make her realize her charm, Asher even played the villain once.

He acted like he desired this ahoge-chan.

Uh... maybe it wasn't acting, but rather a natural performance.

Because of this incident, Artoria finally developed some self-preservation awareness afterward, at least she wasn't as casual as she was at the beginning.

In the following month, they had gradually gotten used to this kind of life.

"Why do you look so distracted?" And at noon today, Artoria glanced at Asher. She felt that Asher was clearly a bit distracted during the battle today.

"It's nothing, I just miss going back a bit," Asher looked at the campfire in front of him, replying somewhat absentmindedly.

"Do you miss your Shishou and older sister?" Artoria threw a piece of dry firewood into the campfire.

"Something like that," Asher said.

He really did start to miss the life in the Land of Shadows. Although the daily training was tedious and boring, at least he had Shishou's psychological counseling at night... well, maybe it couldn't be called psychological counseling, it was just casual chatting, but for him, that counted as psychological counseling.

And Uathach, who would come to tease him every day, he wondered what she was doing now?

Thinking of this, Asher raised his head and stared blankly at the sky. "I really want this to end sooner."

"If you don't mind, you can also treat me as an older sister," Artoria suddenly said.

"You?" Asher glanced at her and didn't say anything.

Artoria frowned slightly. "It's very impolite to suddenly not speak to others at a time like this."

"You're more like a younger sister," Asher said.

When I was in the Land of Shadows, I call "older sister" every day. In Britain, I also have a Big Sister Morgan. Now even you want to be my elder?

"You're fourteen this year, and I'm fifteen," Asher continued, "No matter what, I can't treat you as an older sister."

"But you can't beat me," Artoria said.

"But I'm fifteen..."

"But you still can't beat me."

"..."

Asher silently turned his head away.

Could we still have a pleasant conversation?

After risking our lives here for more than a month, couldn't she give him a little face?

Artoria stared at Asher's depressed expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

Asher turned his head and saw the girl with a straight face and a serious look.

"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled.

"Nothing..." Asher silently stared at her.

Her face-changing speed was really fast...

"I actually quite hope that these days can last a bit longer," Artoria raised her head and said softly after they had been silent for a while.

"Are you scared?" Asher asked.

She shook her head. "It's not fear... it's just that I'm a little bit unprepared mentally."

"That's fear then," Asher sighed. "After you pull out the Caliburn, you'll be king."

In about two more months, it would be the time for the selection of the king, and after that, the sword-pulling ceremony.

It seemed... she was still a bit lost.

Asher looked at the silent Artoria, feeling a bit emotional in his heart.

Well, no matter how strong her will was, she was still just a little girl after all.

The atmosphere was silent, with only the firelight shining in the darkness and the occasional sparks flying out.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much. If you feel lonely, don't you still have me, this knight?" Asher suddenly said.

"You?" Artoria came back to her senses from her daze, tilted her head to look at him, a look of doubt in her eyes.

"I'm originally a squire, right?" Asher said, "If you become king, give me a title like Knight of the Round Table, just to have one, right? Anyway, we have such a good relationship."

He spoke with a hint of joking at the end, but it didn't quite sound like a joke.

"That depends on your own efforts," Artoria refused straightforwardly.

"So stingy..." Asher had just sighed when he heard her change her tone.

"But I believe you have the strength to become a Knight of the Round Table yourself."

As she finished speaking, the gloom on her face had faded a lot.

If she became king, and this person could still become a knight to protect the king... it didn't seem too bad.

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