Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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The moonlight was hazy.

The group rushed onward until they confirmed that the enemy was not pursuing them. Only then did they finally relax. However, considering safety, they still hurried back to Camelot and ordered troops to be dispatched to reclaim the two previously lost territories.

"The power of Rune magic is even stronger than I imagined," Artoria said, looking at her hands, still recalling what had just happened. Even now, it felt unreal.

Everything had happened too quickly. It was hard for her to imagine that they had managed to carve out a path with the strength of just a few people.

She looked at Asher beside her. "Why did you run?"

"Lily, do you really think all outsiders are completely incompetent fools?" Asher shook his head. "If there were Druids or similar beings among them, even we would have a tough time against so many people, wouldn't we?"

"Haven't you considered that if the outsiders were that weak, even if the previous king was gravely ill, he could have easily ordered them to be driven out?"

Artoria fell silent.

He was right. At that time, a large number of enemy troops were pursuing them. If there had been even a few stronger individuals among them to hold them back, they would likely have been in danger.

This kind of thing couldn't be gambled on.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"Let's go back first. We need to plan carefully," Asher took a breath and slowly exhaled.

"I didn't expect there to be a traitor among us... That's truly nothing to laugh about."

Undoubtedly, the fact that the outsiders could know their location and quickly surround them in such a short time clearly indicated that someone had privately informed the outsiders.

He glanced at Milo, who was lagging behind the main force, and paused slightly.

He had just managed to build a good relationship with a tribal leader, but now, it seemed her favorability rating had probably plummeted into the negatives.

Asher sighed helplessly, withdrew his gaze, and led the group through the city gates.

No one spoke again until the group disbanded, because they had been reprimanded by Asher on the way. In that previous moment of crisis, if Asher hadn't charged forward first, they would likely have fallen into internal strife due to the outsiders' provocation.

"Arthur, was that magic you used earlier?" Gawain quickened his pace to catch up with Asher as he entered the palace, asking curiously.

Under the enhancement of Rune magic, Gawain clearly felt his strength increase by at least 1.5 times. In such a situation, he poured his magic into his sword, which allowed him to open a path before the outsiders could even react.

Such a powerful ability, yet King Arthur had never used it before. It was indeed a bit strange.

"Something like that. I studied it for a while elsewhere before," Asher nodded. "But it has strong side effects, so it generally can't be used. I can barely exert any strength now."

Of course, this was just a lie. Rune magic had no side effects at all. Asher was just afraid that Gawain would continue to probe, and it was better to shut him down in advance.

To match his words, Asher's steps were slightly unsteady as he walked, causing Artoria to support him.

"I see..." Gawain looked thoughtful, then quickly smiled. "Do you need me to carry you back?"

"Uh... no need, thank you for your kindness," Asher shook his head, refusing the enthusiastic knight.

"Alright, I'll investigate as soon as possible to find out who is causing trouble in the shadows." Gawain made this solemn promise, then turned and left.

Asher withdrew his gaze, intending to leave, when he saw the pink-haired girl who had been silent all along slowly walk towards him.

"Milo?" Asher called out, feeling that the girl's state was a little off.

Milo looked up, her pupils seemingly filled with pink hearts, a faint blush still on her fair face. "King Arthur, your words just now enlightened me. My previous approach was wrong."

"I shouldn't have endured silently, nor should I have sacrificed everything for my goals." Milo seemed to have forgotten Asher's identity, cupping his face with both hands, a look of intoxicated delight on her face.

"To achieve a goal, one should use a more forceful approach. I really liked your forceful attitude just now."

Asher: "???"

Girl, have you awakened something incredible?

"Well then, I'll visit you in a couple of days. Please rest well first," she released his face, glanced at Artoria beside her, withdrew her gaze, and turned to leave.

"Let's go back," Artoria said, holding Asher's hand.

Although it seemed like they hadn't done much, Asher had actually reached his limit. Not just him, but she too.

A full day of travel—even she couldn't quite endure it.

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In a certain palace.

Morgan le Fay looked at the man who entered the palace, a look of surprise on her face.

"Agravain? How rare, that you would actually come to me on your own."

Normally, Agravain rarely came to see her on his own. Rather, she knew very well that this child hated her, his mother, and even because of her, he had come to hate other women as well.

"It seems you have something important to say?" Morgan said slowly. "Just say it directly, you probably don't want to see me, do you?"

"King Arthur has returned," Agravain said.

"Hm, I know. It's about time he returned anyway, but it seems a little faster than I expected. Are you rushing the journey?" Morgan le Fay asked.

"We encountered a surprise attack from the enemy," Agravain continued.

"Enemy?" Morgan narrowed her eyes.

"The enemy's numbers were roughly several times ours, but we suffered no injuries."

"Such a massive number doesn't seem like they arrived spontaneously. An ambush?" Morgan quickly understood.

"It seems there's a traitor?"

"The child wasn't injured, was he?" The smile on her face receded slightly as she looked at Agravain and asked.

"He shouldn't be. When we returned, we broke through the enemy's formation directly from the rear. But we can't rule out any attacks along the way... After all, at that time, the King was leading the charge," Agravain said at the end, a look of admiration on his face.

Making a decision at the first moment and acting upon it immediately—such decisive action truly made him a King worthy of respect.

"I'll go check on him in a bit." Morgan le Fay gently tapped her finger on the armrest of the chair. After a moment, she suddenly asked,

"Were there tribal leaders among those who went with him this time?"

"Scott, Duke Bell, and Sir Milo," Agravain replied.

Morgan le Fay pondered for a moment. "Hmm... Go kill them all now."

"The other party isn't necessarily a traitor, but there won't be a killer among the Knights of the Round Table, so the informant must be one of those three tribal leaders. After all, only these people would know high-level information."

"Go."

"But not all three tribal leaders are necessarily traitors, are they? Wouldn't doing that be a bit too—"

Morgan le Fay interrupted Agravain.

"You never have the power to choose. All you need to do is obediently listen to me. Don't consider anything else."

She stared into Agravain's eyes:

"You also wish to help King Arthur, do you not? If so, go and kill all three suspects first."

"Oh, and if you get caught... it wasn't my order, understand?" Morgan added.

Agravain was silent for a long time, then nodded gently.

He turned to leave, but then Morgan le Fay suddenly called out to him:

"Oh, never mind, wait a moment."

"I'll investigate more thoroughly. Perhaps I can catch other traitors. And that child doesn't seem to like kind-hearted Sister Morgan killing indiscriminately. Although my hands are already stained with much blood, it's not too late to turn over a new leaf now."

Morgan le Fay's face showed a charming smile.

"After all, no one knows what I've done before, except for a few of my children."

"But I trust my good children won't spread any bad rumors about me to King Arthur, do you agree?"

Agravain's expression was incredibly strange, but he still nodded. "Yes."

"Very well, you may leave," Morgan le Fay stood up.

"I'm going to see that child now."

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