Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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On a quiet forest path, a dozen knights clad in armor rode toward the first territory occupied by the outsiders for reconnaissance.

According to the plan, Bedivere and his men would lead the main force to loop around from the rear, avoiding enemy detection, while Asher and his dozen subordinates would scout the enemy camp first.

Others had tried to dissuade Asher. As King Arthur, he could easily wait in the royal city for news of victory. But according to the plan, the King's personal presence would boost his prestige more effectively.

Of course, most of these dozen armored subordinates were elites among elites, renowned throughout Britain, with only two exceptions...

"Are you comfortable riding now?" a young woman in armor rode up beside Asher, asking with concern.

"Lily, I've told you already, after these few days of training, as long as it's not an urgent situation, riding a horse is more than enough for me," Asher said, glancing at the young woman beside him.

This somewhat petite young woman, now in armor, looked incredibly heroic, without any hint of her former fragility.

Indeed, she was once a person who could have become King Arthur; her demeanor was truly excellent… Asher thought with emotion.

"Is there something on my face?" Artoria noticed Asher's gaze and asked, puzzled.

"No, nothing…" Asher shook his head, looking straight ahead, changing the subject.

"According to our previous agreement, don't get carried away if you encounter the outsiders. You must follow orders."

Artoria frowned, displeased. "I'm not someone who casually disobeys orders."

"This is just a precaution, you know," Asher looked around. "I don't know why, but I feel something is off."

The forest was lush and green, utterly silent. They hadn't seen a single creature—not even a monster—all the way.

"Is there danger? Is this your prophecy?" Artoria also knew Asher possessed some prophetic abilities.

"Something like that," Asher cautioned again. "In any case, be very careful. If there's any problem, absolutely do not act on your own."

After all, Morgan had specifically instructed him to protect Lily when they left. It would be troublesome if anything happened.

"My King, do you think we'll encounter any danger if we go this way?"

Another voice suddenly came from beside him, clear and sweet.

Asher glanced at the young woman who had ridden up unnoticed and shook his head, "I don't know either."

"It feels scary. It's my first time on a battlefield, so if we encounter danger, I'll have to rely on you a lot, okay?" the young woman said with a gentle smile.

Asher nodded slightly, no longer speaking.

He didn't know how to deal with this pink-haired girl.

Milo. Her father was the leader of a territory. After her two elder brothers and father successively passed away, she became the leader of that territory. In a way, she was somewhat like Artoria—someone supposed to become king, supporting a territory with just her delicate body.

Logically, having a leader so close to him should be a joyous thing, but... she had been too enthusiastic on this journey, making Asher unsure how to handle her.

"This kind of place can be dangerous at any moment. If you're not confident in your strength, you shouldn't have come along in the first place, Sir Milo," Artoria turned her head, her gaze passing over Asher's shoulder to land on Milo.

"Oh my, I merely meant looking out for each other in danger—isn't that quite normal? And without me, how else could others witness the King's heroic presence on the battlefield?" Milo maintained her smile. "As for you, despite being the King's court attendant, has anyone truly witnessed your strength?"

"I will always stay by the King's side," Artoria's tone was flat as she withdrew her gaze. "I hope you'll say less of such things. If you need others to rescue you when danger strikes, then you shouldn't have gone to the battlefield in the first place."

"Relax, relax, don't look at me like that, my strength is quite good, you know," Milo waved her whip with a smiling face. "After all, I've survived on battlefields before and killed quite a few outsiders."

As she spoke, her pink hair fluttered. Although her face still held a sweet smile, it carried a hint of danger.

"If there's time, I'd also like to spar a bit with the court attendant," she continued.

Artoria frowned slightly. After all, she was just a teenage girl. Even if she had practiced martial arts since childhood, it was inevitable to feel a bit annoyed hearing such provocative words.

"Both of you, be quiet for a moment. Can't you see the King is in a difficult position right now?" Lamorak, following behind, reprimanded in a low voice, interrupting the two young women's meaningless conversation.

Seeing both young women stop talking, Asher gave Lamorak a grateful look.

This man was one of the Knights of the Round Table. His strength was among the best, and his spear skills were excellent. His presence in this operation made Asher feel much more at ease, because Lamorak had once defeated thirty knights by himself, proving himself a master of spear combat.

Milo glanced at Lamorak, then at the calm Artoria, smiling faintly, not particularly bothered by the reprimand.

She wanted to elevate her status in the King's eyes, so it was crucial for King Arthur to notice her first.

Of course, she didn't plan to rely on their earlier conversation to gain favor. She simply wanted to shine in the upcoming action, hoping it would make the King pay a little attention to her.

After all, to "conquer" the King, one must first have the opportunity to interact with him, and this operation was such an opportunity.

Finally, after this operation, she could become a court attendant, or perhaps join the Knights.

That way, her chances to interact with King Arthur would increase.

"Ahead is the outsiders' territory," the knight riding at the very front turned to look at everyone behind him.

Everyone grew highly vigilant. In such a place, there could be no slackening, as no one knew what dangers might arise, and a moment of carelessness could lead to peril.

Asher was the first to dismount, stepping off his horse, his cloak billowing in the wind.

"Everyone dismount! Tie your horses nearby for now!"

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