Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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"So, I guess that's temporarily over, right?"

Asher sat in his chair, watching the tribal chiefs who had gradually left, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

Why are these people so stubborn? Do they only cooperate if I pressure them? Can't everyone just happily unite and drive out the outsiders first?

If it hadn't been for the news about Vortigern, they probably still wouldn't have agreed by now.

"It's a bit surprising. How did you come up with that method to intimidate the tribal kings?" Artoria asked Asher.

Clearly, she already knew the purpose of Asher's earlier actions; in fact, Asher had somewhat underestimated Artoria. After all, she was once a person who could become king. How could she not figure out such a strategy?

However, she had never imagined that Asher would use such a method to exert pressure.

"Uh... a story I saw somewhere before. The timing was just right this time, so I used it," Asher said.

"Well done, even better than I imagined, King Arthur," the man sitting diagonally opposite Asher said with a faint smile.

"Sir Gawain, you flatter me. It's just that you were willing to cooperate; otherwise, it would have been too awkward if I had done it alone," Asher shook his head, showing no hint of pride.

That was true. When he pointed at the horse and called it a deer, wouldn't it have been embarrassing if the Knights of the Round Table hadn't reacted?

Fortunately, those who could become Knights of the Round Table were naturally not lacking in reaction or martial arts.

"You are the King, and we are the swords guarding the King. Cooperating with the King is naturally a matter of course," Artoria said calmly.

Those words were so reassuring. Lily has grown up a lot too... Asher looked at Artoria, a gratified smile on his face, looking a bit like an old father watching his daughter.

Oh, even though his own age wasn't that far from Artoria's.

Seemingly noticing Asher's gaze, Artoria showed a puzzled expression, "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Asher waved his hand, changing the subject. "Anyway, according to the previous plan, three days from now, we will lead the army south to conquer the first territory occupied by the outsiders. Sir Bedivere, you will enter from Duke Bell's territory, bypass to the rear, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances. Can you do that?"

Bedivere placed his right hand on his shoulder. This arm was made of metal and looked exceptionally dazzling at the moment. He simply answered earnestly: "I will do my utmost to serve the King."

Asher nodded, "Then that's it for now. In three days, we will take back the first land occupied by the outsiders."

"This is not war. This is Britain. We are merely reclaiming all our own territory. Let me see how dazzling the light you, the Knights of the Round Table, radiate on the battlefield!"

"Yes, My King!"

After a stirring speech, the meeting temporarily ended. As Asher announced the dismissal, several people looked at the woman beside Asher, their eyes showing a hint of apprehension.

Noticing the apprehension and some other emotions in their eyes, Asher frowned slightly and looked at these Knights of the Round Table. "Oh, there's one more thing I think needs to be explained now."

When everyone's gaze fell upon him, Asher stood up. "Princess Morgan is the daughter of the former King. Although she is called a witch, she has done nothing to harm the Kingdom. From now on, since we are going to create the prosperity of Britain, I hope everyone will not hold any grudges."

"Of course, I know that even saying this, those present will not dispel their doubts immediately. Let time prove what I said today," Asher said. "I believe in my judgment; Princess Morgan will not do anything harmful to Britain."

Now, everything was as Morgan le Fay wished. He had drawn the Caliburn, and Artoria was no longer King Arthur. Morgan le Fay's goals had all been achieved, so there was naturally no reason for her to be corrupted.

"Since King Arthur guarantees it, we will naturally believe King Arthur's judgment." Lancelot gave a deep look at the woman who had remained seated in the chair, his eyes still showing doubt.

Morgan le Fay clearly saw the looks from these people, but she didn't care, only smiled.

To dispel the Knights of the Round Table's apprehension towards her with just a few words... that was impossible.

However, she would at least appreciate his good intentions.

Artoria glanced at her brother beside her. Kay's eyes still held vigilance when looking at Morgan, and so did the other Knights of the Round Table.

Seeing this scene, the maiden unconsciously frowned.

It's not that simple after all...

"This is not my guarantee."

Then, Asher's voice continued: "This is trust."

Some of the Knights of the Round Table inadvertently raised an eyebrow, seemingly finding the word Asher uttered somewhat incredible.

Talking about trust with a witch?

"What is the Round Table? The Round Table should represent equality, trust, and unity," Asher said slowly. "She is the daughter of the former King. We have reason to believe she will contribute to the prosperity of Britain."

Although in the stories Asher was familiar with, Morgan le Fay seemed to be one of the people who contributed to King Arthur's death, this world seemed different from the one he knew.

At least in the stories he knew, Morgan le Fay would not be possessed by the Goddess of Death, becoming a new entity.

Similarly, the island opposite Britain would not be the Land of Shadows, and across the sea, there would be no Ulster, Connacht, and other kingdoms.

Asher even felt that besides these countries, there might be other countries he was familiar with.

Cú Chulainn, the hero of Ulster; Queen Medb of Connacht; Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows... He wondered who the current ruler of Francia was. The Saxons were a branch of the Germans, so who was the current ruler of the Roman Empire?

All of this was a fog now. What he could do now was first drive out these outsiders. Only after Britain stabilized could he think about other matters.

The Knights of the Round Table fell into a brief silence at Asher's words. Not long after, Artoria suddenly stood up and said seriously: "I trust Princess Morgan."

The others exchanged glances, and soon, Gawain also spoke with a smile.

"Ah, count me in too."

"Count me in as well," Agravain said.

Although he didn't like this "mother," taking sides at this moment was very necessary.

Watching voice after voice ring out, even though the doubts about Morgan in their hearts had not been dispelled, the other Knights of the Round Table could only default to Asher's words.

According to the rules of the Round Table, if more than half of the people agreed to something, it meant the resolution was passed.

And now, the issue of trust regarding Morgan le Fay had tentatively passed the approval of the Knights of the Round Table.

"I know you probably still don't quite believe it. As I just said, Princess Morgan will prove my words today with her actions. The meeting is adjourned."

After Asher finished speaking, the meeting was officially declared over.

Morgan le Fay looked at the Knights of the Round Table leaving, slowly stood up, and looked at the young man beside her, a gentle smile on her face. "You surprise me. You're not the impulsive, hot-blooded type, are you? Could it be that you're unhappy seeing your beloved Sister Morgan being looked at that way by others? If so, that would make me very happy."

At the end, her eyes subtly held a look of anticipation.

Asher shook his head, "This is something you'll have to face sooner or later. If you want to control this country, the trust of the Knights of the Round Table is essential."

He could vaguely hear a sigh. Morgan le Fay poked Asher's face hard. "At this moment, you should say, 'I can't stand others looking at Sister Morgan that way, I must clear your name, because the Sister Morgan in my impression is a kind and gentle beautiful girl!'"

"You should have said that just now."

Asher: "..."

"Suddenly not speaking at this moment is very annoying. Do you want to end up like Vortigern?" Morgan le Fay narrowed her eyes, staring at Asher.

"Um... I can't stand others looking at Sister Morgan that way, because you are a kind and gentle beautiful girl," Asher recited mechanically.

"Even if you repeat my words in such a perfunctory manner now, it doesn't make me happy at all!"

Morgan le Fay looked at this King Arthur who seemed to be starting to be a little disobedient, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and secretly pondered.

It seems I need to give him a small lesson...

But before that, I need to go find Merlin... to prevent him from interfering.

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