Chapter 26: No Sense of Survival

"Big Sister...?" A look of hesitation appeared on Artoria's face.

"What do you want from her?"

She also knew Morgan le Fay's reputation in Britain. "Kay" had warned her more than once: stay away from that witch.

However, she couldn't connect Morgan le Fay with that so-called "witch" no matter what.

When Artoria was five years old, she lived with Sir Ector and her foster brother, leading an ascetic and impoverished life. The rumor that she only slept for three hours a day was not an exaggeration but the absolute truth.

But Artoria had never complained. She knew her mission. Her Red Dragon lineage had destined her fate. And in the past, during such harsh training, her only anticipation was the short period of time every night when her Big Sister would come and chat with her.

This kind of life had lasted for several months until Sir Ector accidentally discovered it. The next day, he earnestly warned Artoria not to have too much contact with Morgan le Fay.

There was only one reason—she was a witch.

Artoria had also asked Sir Ector if her Big Sister had done anything bad, but Sir Ector hadn't answered, only saying: she was a witch.

These two words were the reason to forbid her from having any contact with her Big Sister. After that, Sir Ector and Kay took turns guarding her side, fearing that the "witch" would do something harmful to her.

She could understand her foster brother and foster father. Their starting points were good. But... why should they be so afraid of her Big Sister based on just two words? Artoria still couldn't understand this even now.

And now, this boy in front of her had actually brought up the matter of her Big Sister...

A slight change occurred in Artoria's eyes, but her expression remained calm.

"Why did you suddenly bring up the matter of my Big Sister?"

"She's your Big Sister?" Asher showed a surprised expression.

Sometimes Asher even felt it was a pity he hadn't been an actor in his previous life, able to play the surprised expression so realistically.

Artoria nodded lightly. "How do you know her?"

"I accidentally ran into her during training before. She gave me some pointers back then. Now that my strength has improved, I want to thank her in person," Asher said. "Do you know where she lives?"

"You want to go find her?" Artoria looked surprised.

"Mm," Asher nodded.

Artoria was silent for a while, then continued, "Even if she's a witch?"

"But she helped me," Asher said. "She hasn't done anything to harm me."

"But she's a witch—"

"She's also your Big Sister, isn't she?" Asher interrupted Artoria's words.

She fell silent again.

Then, she nodded lightly. "Mm."

"I'll take you there," she said, raising her head.

"You?" Asher blinked, then quickly waved his hands. "No, no! Absolutely not!"

"Why not?" Artoria frowned. "Do you doubt my strength?"

"I'm all alone. If something happens when I go to find Big Sister Morgan, it's not a big deal. You're different. If anything bad happens to you, I'll become a historical criminal," Asher waved his hands again, refusing Artoria's suggestion.

What a joke! If he just trained with Artoria on this small island every day, Kay and Sir Ector wouldn't say anything. But if they knew he had kidnapped this fourteen-year-old girl and taken her to Morgan le Fay, they would be showing him mercy if they didn't chop off his head out of respect for chivalry.

Moreover, Asher believed that Morgan had no hostility towards him and probably no hostility towards the current Artoria. But the other party was a sister-complex! What if, after they arrived, they chatted and chatted, and Morgan looked at Artoria and suddenly thought something like, "Why not keep her by my side forever?" and then wouldn't let her leave? Then who would inherit Britain and become king in the future?

Oh... maybe Morgan would become king in that case.

Thinking of this, Asher suddenly felt a little curious.

If Morgan le Fay became the King of Britain... what would happen?

Would she perhaps announce on the same day that her queen was Artoria?

Although this idea was absurd, it really contained a bit of possibility.

"Do you know where Big Sister lives?" Artoria suddenly asked.

Asher was taken aback. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just told me?"

"There are hundreds of Executioners in Big Sister's palace. It's heavily guarded at all times. Ordinary people can't enter at all. You can't even get a guard to help you deliver a message. How are you going to see her?"

Asher: "..."

He almost forgot. Morgan seemed to like making "Executioner" puppets to play with when she had nothing to do. According to Artoria's words, her palace was full of these things now. In this case, seeing Morgan le Fay was really not a simple matter.

"If it's me, it's different. I can take you to see Big Sister."

As she said the last words, she seemed to have already known the answer, looked at Asher with a faint smile on her face, and reached out her hand.

"Let's go."

Asher hesitated for a moment, sighed lightly, and in Artoria's gaze, reached out and took her hand.

Then, without waiting for Artoria to speak, he bowed slightly.

"Sorry, then I won't go."

The smile on Artoria's face froze.

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"Hey, Ash... what's wrong with you? Why do you look so devastated?"

Asher sat on the castle looking blankly at the night scene. Uathach beside him poked Asher's face. Her pair of purple eyes were clear and transparent. She sat beside Asher, her legs together, her shoes placed aside. Her skirt fluttered gently in the breeze, revealing a pair of tender white feet, looking very cute.

"Ah, um..." Asher answered the girl beside him perfunctorily, then sighed heavily again.

He had to say that Artoria was really a bit vengeful. Just because he had refused her request, her sparring with him this afternoon was completely without holding back. Frankly speaking, in terms of combat experience alone, Asher wasn't particularly afraid of her, but Artoria was of the Red Dragon lineage, and her physical strength was far above his. Asher had no way to fight a war of attrition with her.

So, in the end, it turned into him being unilaterally beaten.

It was truly incomprehensible. If she wanted to see Morgan, wouldn't it have been easier for her to go by herself? Why did she have to have me take her?

Asher didn't know that it wasn't that Artoria was unwilling to see Morgan, but that she had no reason to see Morgan.

She needed a reason.

And Asher's appearance just happened to provide her with a reason.

However, Asher had refused her.

This was the reason why Artoria had fought Asher without holding back that afternoon.

"Ash, you seem very tired today?" Uathach asked again with concern.

"Ah, um..." Asher answered the girl beside him perfunctorily again, his mind still on what had happened today.

"Ash, you don't really have a woman outside, do you?" Uathach pinched Asher's face, a gentle smile on her face.

"Every day after sparring with me, you immediately leave the Land of Shadows so eagerly. Are you going to see someone?"

"Ah, um..." Asher answered perfunctorily again.

"Do you want to die once?" Uathach smiled, but there was no hint of a smile in her eyes. Her purple hair fluttered gently in the night breeze.

"Ah, um...?!"

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