Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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Led by Artoria, the two walked along a long corridor towards a certain room.

"King Arthur."

At this moment, a respectful voice came from ahead, and a man clad in armor bowed slightly to express his respect.

Asher looked at the man before him, his expression serious, feeling an inexplicable pressure at first glance.

Who are you, friend?

Seeing the confusion in Asher's eyes, the man explained, "My name is Agravaine. You may not remember me now, but you will become familiar with me in the future."

This person was Agravaine, one of Big Sister Morgan's "children"?

Looking at Agravaine's serious expression, Asher roughly understood and nodded slightly, extending his hand.

"Asher, the current King Arthur. I will need your help in the future. Please take care of me."

Agravaine paused, then extended his hand and shook Asher's. After letting go, he glanced at Artoria, who remained silent beside him, and said, "Then I won't disturb the king. If there's anything, you can have a servant notify me."

After saying that, he continued walking towards the depths of the corridor.

"Feels like a rather serious person," Asher muttered.

Moreover, he felt that this person seemed to harbor considerable hostility towards him.

He wondered if it was just his imagination.

"Follow me," Artoria's voice pulled Asher back to reality.

"This will be your room from now on," After some distance, Artoria led Asher to the front of a certain room.

In fact, she wasn't very familiar with the palace layout. It was just that Big Sister had anticipated this and told her Asher's room location in advance.

Asher immediately lay down on the soft bed, feeling as if all the fatigue of the day sank into the mattress.

And the quilt was very soft, the pillow too...

He rolled around on the bed, hugging the quilt, and suddenly noticed the girl beside him hadn't left but silently watched him.

Asher cleared his throat twice. "Is there anything else, Lily?"

"No," Artoria shook her head. "I am the court steward responsible for taking care of you, so it's only natural that I stay here and help you solve all kinds of difficulties."

That sounded quite professional...

"You'll help me solve any difficulty?" Asher asked.

"Yes, that's what a court steward—"

"Then go cook?" Asher said.

Artoria: "..."

"You can't do it, can you?" Asher glanced sideways at Artoria. "In that case, just go rest obediently. You've been busy all day, and now that you're not the king, there's no need to train so hard every day. So, go get some rest."

Hearing this, she no longer hesitated and nodded.

"Then thank you, Your Maj—"

Her voice suddenly stopped, noticing the dissatisfaction in the young man's gaze.

A charming and lovely smile appeared on Artoria's face.

"Thank you."

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Only after Artoria left the room did Asher finally get some peace and quiet.

He raised his hand, and the power of the runes manifested, a faint green light enveloping one of his arms, slowly healing it.

After a brief period of healing, Asher felt the soreness in his arm ease a bit.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his surroundings, suddenly feeling a bit unreal.

How did I, of all people, end up pulling out the Caliburn and becoming King Arthur...?

But since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. There was no point in thinking about such things now. What needed to be done was to unite the tribes as soon as possible and then drive away the foreign races completely.

Before that, he still needed to improve his strength.

Speaking of which, he was just missing a more suitable sword... this Caliburn was quite fitting.

Asher picked up the Caliburn placed beside him. The sword's appearance looked quite slender and ornate, and just holding it gave him a very special feeling.

But—

There were quite a few stone fragments stuck to the sword, making it look a bit dirty.

"I'll have to find some time to clean these fragments off..." Asher muttered.

"I wonder if I can use Noble Phantasms like Caliburn now?" Asher suddenly thought.

Thinking about how everyone else had ultimate moves, like the Spear that Pierces with Death, the Spear that Thorns with Death, the Sword of Promised Victory... and so on.

It seemed he had always relied on brute force?

If he could have a stronger ultimate move, maybe even Shishou would be surprised in the future?

Also—

Could runes be inscribed on the Caliburn?

If so, this sword should be able to become stronger, right?

While Asher was thinking about these things, he swung the sword again and suddenly felt a very strange sensation.

For some reason, he always felt that when he held this sword, something was urging him on.

Could it be that he could really use this sword?

He tried to channel his magic power into the Caliburn. The Caliburn, which had just been ordinary, suddenly lit up with a golden light.

Asher quickly withdrew his magic power, and the light of the Caliburn disappeared.

That startled him. It could really be used...

Asher looked at the Caliburn and pondered for a while.

He should go out to the courtyard and try it.

Thinking this, he stood up and was about to walk out of the room.

But as soon as he stood up, that strange feeling from just now suddenly disappeared.

"Why?" Asher looked at the Caliburn in his hand, a puzzled expression on his face.

He found that even if he tried to channel magic power into the Caliburn again, it would no longer light up.

"Are you wondering why you can't use the power of the Caliburn?" a voice came from behind him.

"Yes, I clearly had that very strange feeling just now, but now it's gone..." Asher replied, staring at the sword in his hand.

"The Caliburn will only unleash its true power when the wielder can uphold what is right or is a perfect king... It is meaningless to simply try to use it to experiment and confirm its power," the voice behind him continued.

"So, the power of the Caliburn can only be unleashed in actual combat?" Asher nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly paused.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a golden-haired woman lying on the bed, waving her hand with a smile.

"Good evening."

"When did you come in?!" Asher was as if he had seen a ghost.

He hadn't noticed at all when another person had appeared behind him.

"Hmm... if I have to say, probably a few minutes ago?" Morgan le Fay sat on the edge of the bed, saying lazily.

She clearly looked like a very mature woman, but now her fingers were casually playing with her hair, making her look somewhat cute.

"Next time, please use the front door..." Asher retorted.

"Have you notified the tribes?"

"Hmm, I let Vortigern go," Morgan le Fay crawled behind Asher, her full body leaning forward, pressing against Asher's back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I also had people notify the kings of the tribes, inviting them to Camelot Royal City in three days to discuss the matter of repelling the foreign races."

Asher felt something soft pressing against his back. He turned his head to sneak a glance. Those full breasts had been pressed slightly out of shape against his back, and the red mark on her chest also looked slightly distorted, appearing particularly alluring.

"You see how hard I'm working, shouldn't you give me a reward~?" Morgan le Fay's alluring lips parted slightly, and a sweet scent seemed to fill the air.

"Reward...?"

"After all, I'm working so hard, shouldn't I get something in return?" Morgan le Fay's finger rested on Asher's chin, her lips close to Asher's face, her breath seeming to exhale a charming fragrance.

"You agree, don't you, my queen?"

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