Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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"Ash, what exactly is going on now?"

Uathach looked at Asher, who had just walked out of the hall, with a curious expression. She completely didn't understand what had happened. Mom had said she wanted to talk to Ash about something, but he had come out in less than a few minutes.

Asher shook his head. "I don't know either."

Actually, he really didn't know what the situation was. He had trained for two months, his strength had improved, and the White Dragon's body would completely merge with him in just another month.

This should have been a cause for celebration, so why did it turn out like this?

She had said she wouldn't mess around!

That woman's words couldn't be trusted after all!

Asher could only wait silently outside for the two people inside to finish talking, while also worrying if there would suddenly be any loud noises from the palace. If that really happened, he would have to find a way to stop it... Thinking about it like this, why did it feel like he was the elder?

He even had to worry about the two kids fighting...

Asher was very worried about the situation inside, but as it turned out, Morgan le Fay still had some credibility. At least half an hour had passed now, and there was still no sound from the hall.

Although the silence was also quite unsettling, it was still better than a fight breaking out.

Before long, Morgan le Fay walked out of the palace gate humming a tune with a relaxed smile on her face. She glanced at Asher beside her and reached out to vigorously pinch his face.

Uathach beside him stared at this woman warily like a cat. For some reason, she always felt that this woman posed a great threat.

"Your Shishou agreed," Morgan le Fay's first sentence stunned Asher.

Hadn't he already gotten engaged to Big Sister? Why would Shishou agree to Morgan?

"Agreed to what she said about the king selection," Scáthach's calm voice came from behind them outside the palace.

In any case, Morgan had indeed helped Asher a lot. If she went back on her word now, her image as a Shishou in her disciple's eyes would probably be greatly reduced.

"The rest, you don't need to believe," Scáthach continued.

Asher raised his head to look at Morgan, but saw her sigh helplessly.

"Even if you only agree to this request now, you will still have to accept my other requests sooner or later, after all... the restriction cannot be lifted."

Scáthach frowned imperceptibly. This queen, who had experienced countless battles, also felt somewhat helpless at this moment.

Faced with such a shameless woman, if it were in the past, all she could do was use the weapon in her hand to solve the problem.

But it was too late now. Asher had been placed under a restriction, and even if she killed Morgan now, it would be useless.

The only thing she could do now was to postpone the wedding date as much as possible... and then, try to find a way to break the restriction.

Before that, she could only tentatively agree to the king selection that Morgan had mentioned to her earlier.

"Let's go, this week I'll have you completely merge with the White Dragon," Morgan said to Asher.

"Do I have to go back to Britain?" Asher asked.

He had just returned, and now Morgan was going to take him back again?

Asher looked at Scáthach beside him. She just gently patted Asher's head.

"Go back with her first. Once everything is over, you can come back."

"If you can't come back, I'll go get you back, so don't worry," Scáthach's voice was calm, yet it made one not doubt her in the slightest.

"How terrifying," Morgan spread her hands. "Don't worry, unless it involves particularly large benefits, I won't completely offend you."

Although she hadn't achieved her intended goal, the most important thing right now was the king selection. All other matters could be put aside for the time being.

In the end, after some negotiation, Asher was still taken away by Morgan. He didn't know what this woman had said to Shishou, but since Shishou had said so, he would just endure for another week.

When they returned to the palace with Morgan, she placed a small, translucent bottle in Asher's hand.

"This bottle of White Dragon's essence blood contains a month's worth. Drink it, and you can replace the current Vortigern."

"Of course, because it contains so much concentrated essence blood, it might be a bit painful... probably several times the pain you felt before, but I believe you can endure it," Morgan le Fay said with a smile.

"Drink a month's worth in one day... and then only take a week to digest it. Are you sure I won't just die on the spot, Big Sister Morgan?" Asher stared at the bottle of White Dragon's essence blood and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Don't worry, I'm the Goddess of Death. I know whether you'll die much better than you do," Morgan said with a smile. "Don't you want to become stronger? This is the best opportunity. Drink it, and you'll be the true White Dragon's body."

"What will happen to Vortigern?" Asher asked.

"It..." Morgan thought for a moment, "will probably become human."

There couldn't be two White Dragons. The existence of one would replace the other. However, Asher wouldn't become a White Dragon, but would exist as a human who had inherited the White Dragon, just like Artoria.

"What's wrong? Are you even feeling sorry for that demonic dragon?" Morgan giggled as she circled behind Asher, her beautiful face close to his.

"You shouldn't have that kind of sympathy, right? If you do, then Big Sister will have to teach you a good lesson."

Asher shook his head. "I'm not that overly sympathetic."

It was an existence that had absolutely nothing to do with him, especially since the other party was a demonic dragon that had once almost brought Britain under its control. He wouldn't even sympathize with such an existence.

"That's good. To be honest, if you had just begged me to let Vortigern go or something, I would have probably given you a memorable lesson."

It sounded quite scary, especially when the other party said such things with a smile.

Not giving Asher a chance to think more, Morgan waved her hand.

"You should rest well in the palace first. I have some things to deal with. Of course, if you're ready, you can absorb the last of the White Dragon's essence blood into your body now, but it's really painful. If I come back and find you passed out from the pain, I won't hesitate to laugh at you."

He had originally wanted to take it directly, but hearing Morgan's two threatening remarks, Asher immediately became a bit cowardly and didn't dare to take it directly.

The pain would be several times what it was before... just thinking about it was terrifying.

Watching Morgan leave, Asher's gaze returned to the small bottle in his hand. A crystal-clear, translucent luster gently rippled inside the small bottle.

As long as he drank this last bottle of White Dragon's essence blood, he wouldn't have to undergo this painful fusion every week anymore.

Then, he could pull out that sword and go back to find Shishou...

Thinking of this, Asher gritted his teeth, opened the bottle cap, and drank it in one gulp.

A wave of dizziness instantly attacked his brain, and a crackling sound seemed to come from the bones all over his body. Even blood oozed out of his body.

Asher's painful roar echoed in the room. He raised his bloodshot eyes.

Big Sister Morgan... this wasn't just several times the pain from before, was it?!

He even suspected that all the essence blood from Vortigern had been extracted and concentrated in this small bottle.

And at this moment, Morgan le Fay silently stood at the door, gazing into the distance, listening to the painful roars coming from inside the room. She placed her hand on her chest and gently exhaled.

"I'm sorry," Morgan lowered her eyelids, her holy blue pupils slightly dim.

She should have let Asher adapt slowly, but for the king selection a week later, she had no choice but to do this.

Moreover, as long as he endured this tempering, it would greatly help Asher's future growth.

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Asher didn't know when he had passed out. In any case, when he woke up, all the clothes on his body had been changed.

"Sleeping for a whole week, you're really something," Morgan le Fay's voice came from beside him.

"I slept for a week?!" Asher turned his head in surprise and saw the woman wearing a magnificent golden dress.

Today's Morgan was dressed completely differently from usual. At this moment, she looked more like a princess of Britain, wearing a blue crown on her head, her golden hair naturally falling to her waist, looking noble and elegant.

"Yes, a week," Morgan said.

"This is completely different from what you said before. The pain from that White Dragon's essence blood wasn't just several times, it was probably more than ten times, right?" Asher retorted speechlessly.

Even now, when he recalled the pain he felt when he drank that bottle of White Dragon's essence blood, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Hmm, I lied to you," Morgan didn't deny that her previous statement was wrong. Looking at Asher's resentful expression, she stepped forward and pulled him into her embrace.

His head was suddenly pulled into Morgan's chest, feeling the soft touch through a thin layer of fabric and her unique faint fragrance. Asher felt that his previous resentment seemed to have faded a lot.

He had originally wanted to say that he was very angry, but the other party's actions were too much of a bonus. Moreover, he could now clearly feel the huge changes that had taken place in his body. Compared to a week ago, he was now the true White Dragon's body. If he fought Artoria now, he was confident that he could defeat her or at least fight her to a draw.

"You've worked hard. After today's king selection, I'll reward you well," Morgan le Fay said softly.

Asher was stunned. "The king selection has already begun?"

"Hmm," Morgan le Fay released Asher and looked intently into his eyes, her voice more solemn than ever before, her holy blue pupils reflecting Asher's face.

In just under half a year, he looked much more mature than before. It wasn't a growth in age, but a change that had occurred in his body after these six months of training.

Their gazes met.

Morgan slowly spoke, "Prepare to set off. Pull out the Caliburn, and then, say to that guy who seems to see through everything—"

"Go fuck yourself, fate..." Asher finished the sentence, "Right?"

Morgan suddenly froze, then smiled. "It seems we've reached an agreement in our thoughts."

Originally, Asher was still a bit unwilling, but now he was also suddenly looking forward to that scene... of course, on the premise that he could pull out the Caliburn.

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