Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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"You will become the king in name, she will be... the queen, and I, will be the king behind the scenes."

Listening to Morgan le Fay's words, Asher looked into her eyes, their gazes meeting.

After a moment of thought, he finally thought of something.

"You want me to pull out the Caliburn?!" Asher's voice suddenly rose several pitches.

"Lower your voice, lower your voice... although I'm not afraid of others hearing anyway." Morgan le Fay crossed her full legs as she sat. "It's come to this point, I won't play hide-and-seek with you anymore. The selection of the king is in a week, and I want you to pull out the Caliburn."

"I refuse!"

"Refusal is invalid, for this day, Big Sister has waited a very, very long time. If it weren't for you, perhaps I would have had to resort to other plans," Morgan le Fay said with a smile.

Asher suddenly stood up and quickly walked towards the door, wanting to open it.

"It's too late," Morgan le Fay said gloomily, gazing at him. "It just so happens that the blessing from the previous geis has become very weak. This time, I'll give you a new blessing."

Morgan le Fay had previously set a geis on Asher, but because Scáthach already knew of her existence, the power of this blessing had naturally weakened.

Now she was going to give Asher a new blessing, covering up the original one.

"No!" Asher fiercely tugged at the doorknob, but it was completely useless.

"I don't want to pull out the Caliburn!"

"Geis activate," Morgan le Fay walked forward slowly. "The one who sets the restriction, the Goddess of Death."

Black halos surrounded her body, these pitch-black halos seemed to cover the entire room, and the surroundings were deathly silent.

Morgan le Fay became incomparably solemn at this moment, completely devoid of her previous frivolous attitude.

This was the true Goddess of Death, dignified and sacred, allowing no violation.

"The restricted one, Asher."

"From today onwards, Asher will surely pull out the Caliburn and marry Artoria as his wife."

"Huh?"

Asher, who was still struggling, froze for a moment, temporarily forgetting that Morgan le Fay was placing a restriction on him.

Pulling out the Caliburn was one thing, but why did he have to marry her?!

"Didn't you say Lily was very cute? In that case, what dissatisfaction do you have? It's not like we're making you get married immediately. It's fine to hold the wedding after you come of age. Oh right, by the way," Morgan le Fay slowly stood up.

"Both of you belong to me. One is my husband... and the other is my wife."

Asher: "???"

This was how she played? Was this monogamy?

"Big Sister Morgan, was this your goal from the very beginning?" Asher stared intently at Morgan.

Four years ago, she had suddenly appeared before him, teaching him magic power, teaching him various abilities, wholeheartedly acting like a nanny, even going so far as to give him Vortigern's blood.

And all of this was actually for this very moment.

"What do you think?"

Seeing Morgan's gentle smile as she looked at him again, Asher knew that his guess was correct.

This woman was so scheming!

"You don't need to be so agitated. Actually, you don't want to run away yourself, do you?" Morgan suddenly said gloomily.

"You didn't struggle at all. Although I set up a barrier to close the door tightly, you could have forced it open with your current strength if you wanted to, but you didn't resist at all."

Asher, who had been full of anger just now, fell silent upon hearing this.

Morgan le Fay was right, he really didn't want to run.

During the past two months of adventures in the forest with Artoria, he had gained a deeper understanding of this girl and increasingly understood why Morgan le Fay would hope for someone else to take her place.

"This is also part of your plan, isn't it, Big Sister Morgan?" Asher said after a long silence. "You didn't want me to help unwillingly, so you had Lily go train with me."

"The fastest way for feelings to heat up is to experience life-and-death trials together," Morgan still maintained her smile, wrapping her arms around Asher's neck from behind, a pair of soft mounds pressing against his back, a sweet fragrance wafting from her mouth.

"Do you want to refuse?"

"The restriction has already been set. Even if I don't want to now, it's useless," Asher shook his head, saying helplessly.

"What are your own thoughts?" Morgan's fingers drew circles on Asher's chest, her voice soft and gentle. "Very unwilling?"

"Actually, it's okay... I'm not that resistant. To be honest, I didn't even expect myself to be so calm," Asher chose to tell the truth.

"But maybe I'll regret it on the day of the king selection?" he added.

He had no idea what his own thoughts were right now. He had originally thought that he would be very unwilling when forced to do something, but he found himself calmer than he had imagined, without feeling any anger at all.

Perhaps this was what it meant to be a dead fish?

Only when he was pushed forward to pull the sword during the king selection, under the gaze of all the knights, would he feel nervous.

"Don't worry, making you pull the sword is just one insurance. My other children will also participate. Perhaps we won't even need you," Morgan le Fay continued.

"Other children?"

"Yes, other children," Morgan le Fay observed Asher's expression and continued, "Not born with others, just children I cultivated a long time ago. Don't misunderstand."

"Big Sister Morgan... your explanation speed is much faster than before," Asher suddenly said.

Morgan smiled. "Ara ara, your mind is particularly sharp at times like this."

She seemed to have been a little too eager to explain just now, which wasn't really her style.

"Actually, if possible, I wouldn't want you to become king. I'd rather you obediently stay in the palace and just wait for me to come back and dote on you every day," Morgan sighed. "But unfortunately, among the people I've met, you are the most suitable person for the sword-pulling ceremony."

That last sentence sounded a bit like a househusband... Asher muttered to himself.

"So, if all those people fail, it will be your turn," Morgan said. "Don't worry, I will assist you in governing the country, so just relax."

"Are you so confident that I can pull out the Caliburn?" Asher suddenly thought of this.

She had painstakingly raised him, this little white pig, so plump, just waiting to drag him out and slaughter him during the king selection. What if he didn't pull out the Caliburn?

Would it become this kind of ending: "Ah, I'm so sad. I raised you for so long but you couldn't help me at all. You useless little white pig, I'm going to drain all your blood to cultivate the next talent..." and so on.

In short, Asher was worried that if he failed, Morgan would directly turn into black mode.

"I don't know if it will succeed," Morgan paused, then continued, "If it fails... then there's only one way."

"What way?"

"You marry Lily and become king."

"...Isn't that the same as the previous plan?!"

Morgan let out a cheerful laugh. "There's no difference. No matter what, the ending is the same."

"So don't feel pressured. If you fail, you fail. You still have a second path to take."

"It's just that if you succeed, Lily will also have a much easier time."

Asher could only nod. "I understand."

Morgan's general meaning was: if he successfully pulled out the sword, it would be the popular Artoria; if he failed, it would be the unpopular Artoria.

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