Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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"Duke Bel, long time no see," the man said with a smile.

"Indeed, it has been a long time since we last met. Ever since Vortigern led the foreign tribes and attempted to invade Britain, much time has passed."

The man known as Duke Bel stroked his sensual mustache. He exuded elegance from head to toe, yet he was not to be underestimated. This man was one of the tribal leaders—Scout.

"I never thought Vortigern would return after disappearing for a few years. It's truly unbelievable," Scout said, his face solemn.

"If it weren't for Vortigern, perhaps none of us would be here today, would we?" Duke Bel smiled at the tribal leaders before him.

"So, you mean we should thank Vortigern?"

"Hahaha, in that sense, it's true," Scout laughed twice, then sighed heavily. "But if possible, I really don't wish to hear any more news about Vortigern..."

The others remained silent.

Vortigern Pendragon—his name once truly enveloped everyone's hearts like a demonic dragon. At that time, many thought Vortigern would lead the foreign tribes to flatten Britain, but unexpectedly, he disappeared after defeating King Uther.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't King Arthur arrived yet?" Duke Bel glanced at Sir Agravain, who was leading them through the backyard, and asked.

"Please wait a moment, sirs. King Arthur is on his way," Agravain replied respectfully. "Before that, I will take you on a tour of the Royal City."

He was knighted as a Knight of the Round Table by his "mother," but now he could only serve as a guest here because these people were not yet fully loyal to Britain. They were tribes within Britain but did not completely obey Britain's command.

"I heard he's a very young king." A pink-haired girl smiled gently, picking up a leaf. "I wonder what kind of person he is."

"Milo, isn't it too hard for you to manage your territory alone?" Duke Bel looked at the pink-haired girl with a kind and amiable expression.

"There's no other way. Since my father died of illness, my two older brothers also passed away due to various reasons, and I'm the only one left to inherit my father's position," Milo sighed. "Even if I don't want to, I have to keep it going."

"Then isn't this perfect?" Duke Bel said with a smile. "We all know King Arthur's purpose this time. Since your family only has you left, why not take this opportunity to completely hand over your tribe to King Arthur's management?"

Milo pretended to ponder for a moment, then quickly showed a lovely smile. "If King Arthur is willing to marry me as queen, I might consider it."

"Then I'll suggest it to him later. I also hope niece Milo can have a happy life," Duke Bel said with a smile.

"Then thank you, Uncle Bel." Milo nodded slightly, expressing her gratitude.

But in reality, she felt disdain.

Although he was King Arthur, he was still just an underage child. She and King Arthur were completely different; she had been immersed in such matters since childhood—a person who had struggled in adversity for a long time.

However… if King Arthur was really willing to marry her as queen, it wasn't entirely unacceptable. But after that, she should be the one to control Britain—and then annex all these tribal leaders...

At this moment, an impatient voice suddenly came from among the tribal leaders:

"A mere new king, delaying so many people's time. Even King Uther in his prime wouldn't dare be so negligent. As expected, ignorance truly knows no fear."

Milo turned her head to look at the tribal leader who had spoken, a friendly smile on her face: "Long time no see, Uncle Buddy."

That tribal leader just glanced at her, nodded gently, and did not speak.

In his eyes, this girl was merely a child—not worth bothering with.

"However, what Buddy just said is indeed true. How can anyone recognize such a young child as king? If one were chosen from among the gentlemen present, the foreign tribes would probably have been expelled already," Duke Bel said slowly.

Agravain's brows furrowed slightly. "Sirs, no matter what, he is King Arthur. Isn't your tone a bit too harsh?"

"You misunderstand. I don't mean King Arthur is incapable, I just think he's too young. I hear he's not even sixteen? At that age, even if he becomes King Arthur, he won't be able to lead everyone to drive away the foreign tribes; he still needs more training. And I heard the court steward accompanying King Arthur is also a child?" Duke Bel shook his head with a smile.

"Rather than saying King Arthur is in charge of Britain, I'd rather believe that the witch is manipulating everything behind the scenes—"

He suddenly stopped speaking, as if he had thought of something terrifying, and remained silent.

The others also fell silent.

Compared to King Arthur, they feared the unpredictable Morgan le Fay more.

Because of the recent slip of the tongue, the few of them didn't talk much more, just strolled through the backyard admiring the scenery. Before long, someone suddenly stepped into the backyard.

"King Arthur has arrived!"

"Finally arrived? It took long enough," Duke Bel sighed slowly. "This really doesn't convey any sincerity."

"This pose is indeed a bit grand," Milo gently blew away the leaf in her palm. "If it were me, I would have been waiting here for everyone a long time ago."

"Niece Milo is more approachable. Why don't you become King Arthur?" Duke Bel said with a smile, his tone casual.

"Uncle Bel, you're joking. How could I be King Arthur? One is not qualified without pulling the Caliburn." Milo shook her head.

Duke Bel just smiled. "Those prophecies shouldn't be taken too seriously…"

"Everyone, I apologize for my lateness. I was delayed on the way."

Asher's voice came from not far away. He wore a golden crown, his soft hair, and a gentle smile on his face, looking quite amiable in the sunlight.

Milo's eyes immediately lit up.

This new king was much better looking than she had imagined… If such a person were her husband, it would indeed be acceptable.

Aside from Milo, the others did not pay much attention to Asher, but given his title of "King Arthur," they still nodded slightly to express their "respect."

Artoria, following beside Asher, frowned slightly at this scene, somewhat displeased with their attitude.

But she glanced at Asher's still calm expression and could only endure.

If the King did not speak, it would be better for her not to speak either.

Asher secretly observed the eyes of the people in front of him and probably understood their intentions.

It seems they intended to give me a display of power from the start…

Sister Morgan's plan seemed to be failing from the beginning… Asher looked at the scene before him and probably understood what this meant.

Even if he were to intimidate these tribal leaders with the might of the Knights of the Round Table now, they would still look down on him.

However, Morgan le Fay didn't seem to consider so much. For that woman, as long as she could make people submit, that was enough; other matters were irrelevant to her.

I need to find another way…

Asher's gaze shifted around, and suddenly, the corner of his eye caught sight of a certain direction. Immediately, his eyes lit up slightly.

"King Arthur, are you preparing for battle?" Duke Bel glanced at the several Knights of the Round Table behind Asher, asking with a teasing tone, "Why are you bringing so many attendants when you go out?"

Kay's face showed anger, but he quickly suppressed it. He looked at Asher, who was walking ahead, somewhat bewildered as to why King Arthur was so calm now, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Could it be that King Arthur still doesn't realize these people completely look down on him?

Artoria also glanced at the young man beside her. Royal Sister had told her to try her best to cooperate with Asher today and build momentum for him, but from the moment they stepped into this backyard, they were already at a disadvantage.

Clearly, these tribal leaders had prepared well in advance.

"King Arthur, why aren't you speaking?" Duke Bel looked at Asher with a smile, putting pressure on him again. This young king hadn't said anything from beginning to end, and was even gazing into the distance, as if enjoying the scenery.

But even without thinking, it was obvious that he had never seen such a scene before, so he was trying to figure out how to deal with it now, right?

Did King Arthur think that bringing a few Knights of the Round Table would be enough to intimidate them?

Harboring such naive thoughts, he was simply too young after all.

"King Arthur, what are you looking at?" Duke Bel pretended to look at Asher in confusion, applying pressure to him again.

They all knew what this new king meant: nothing more than hoping to gather their strength to drive away the foreign tribes.

Driving away the foreign tribes was not a problem, but wanting them to simply obey King Arthur's command, and even risking their painstakingly managed tribes being integrated into Britain in the future… King Arthur was thinking too much.

"I'm looking at the scenery… at my mount." Asher's gaze remained fixed on a certain direction not far away, never once looking at these tribal leaders.

The tribal leaders followed Asher's gaze, but there was nothing there except a horse grazing.

"Is that King Arthur's beloved horse?" Duke Bel asked with a smile.

Asher nodded, then shook his head. "You're mistaken, Duke Bel. That is a deer. I love this deer because it runs very fast and is very beautiful."

"A deer? Where is there a deer?" Duke Bel was stunned, even rubbing his eyes.

"There, didn't you see it?" Asher said earnestly, looking at the horse grazing not far away.

"Isn't that a horse…?" Duke Bel asked, somewhat surprised.

"That's a deer," Asher said again.

"No, King Arthur, did you make a mistake…?" Duke Bel suppressed a laugh.

Could this new king have gone mad just after ascending the throne? To point at a horse and insist it's a deer?

"I'm not mistaken," Asher said earnestly, "That is a deer."

"But, my King, do you think there's anything about it that resembles a deer? Nothing at all, right?" Duke Bel shook his head with a smile.

The other tribal leaders also laughed along.

Only the Knights of the Round Table behind them didn't laugh, nor did Asher. He didn't turn back, he just asked the Knights of the Round Table behind him:

"Kay, do you think that's a horse, or a deer?"

Kay paused, then after a brief silence, he quickly understood something and showed a brilliant smile. "King Arthur would not be mistaken. If you believe it is a deer, then it is a deer."

"Sir Gawain, what do you think?" he then asked.

"It is a deer," Gawain said with a smile.

"Geraint, what do you think?"

"Indeed, it is a deer. I trust King Arthur's judgment." Geraint raised his sword to show his respect.

"My Knights of the Round Table, do you think this is a horse, or a deer?" Asher suddenly turned to face the assembled Knights of the Round Table.

And so, before the astonished tribal leaders, the Knights of the Round Table raised their weapons in unison and shouted:

"If King Arthur believes it is a deer, then it is a deer!"

Asher turned back to face the tribal leaders, and with Duke Bel's increasingly grim expression, he asked loudly:

"Now I ask you again—

What do you all believe this is now... a horse... or a deer?!"

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