Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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Unbeknownst to him, six days had passed, and honestly, Asher was utterly exhausted these past few days.

At this moment, in a tightly shut room.

"Did you hear me, Asher?" Artoria frowned slightly, looking at Asher, who seemed to be in a daze. Her small lips parted, and her fair hand waved in front of his eyes, while the other was placed on her hip.

"This is not the time to zone out. Did you hear what I just said?"

"Ah... yes, I heard. Dinner must include fish, right?" Asher said listlessly.

"I was talking about the locations occupied by the foreign tribes and the methods to deal with them, not what to eat for dinner!" Artoria's voice was full of exasperation.

"So what we eat for dinner isn't important then?" Asher asked.

Artoria's delicate face froze for a moment, then she lightly coughed, composing herself, and said earnestly, "Dinner is an important part of a person's energy intake and relaxation, so it naturally cannot be ignored."

"Oh, I see." Asher said, then slumped onto the table, his face filled with exhaustion.

It was no wonder he was so tired. Almost every day these past few days, Artoria had been by his side... While it might sound nice to have a beautiful girl accompanying him, the problem was that this Ahoge-chan (a term of endearment for Artoria, referring to her prominent hair antenna, implying a somewhat naive or air-headed personality) wasn't chatting with him idly. Instead, in just six days, she had been stuffing him with all sorts of knowledge she had learned from Merlin, as well as information about the foreign tribes and how to deal with them.

In addition, he had to train every day, and after returning, he still had to endure Morgan le Fay's "torment" of his body and mind.

All in all, Asher felt that his training in the Land of Shadows before was quite blissful. He even thought that if this continued, he would become the first king to die from overwork.

Speaking of which, if I die, can Sister Morgan still resurrect me?

Asher suddenly thought.

"Are you very tired?" Artoria noticed the fatigue on Asher's face.

"Sorry, let me rest for a bit." Asher's voice was weak.

After saying that, he continued to lie down, his hair antenna drooping powerlessly, looking listless.

You can't get fat in one bite; you have to take your time. Moreover, the internal strife hasn't even subsided yet. If he doesn't unite the tribal kings first, let alone expel the foreign tribes.

Some things didn't need to be instilled in him so early... It could only be said that this Ahoge-chan was still too anxious.

"Do you need special service?" Just as Asher indignantly thought this, he suddenly heard Artoria's voice.

The hazy feeling in his head receded considerably, and Asher sharply looked up at this Ahoge-chan. "Lily, what did you just say?!"

"Do you want special service?" Artoria said again, her tone always calm, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

"Royal Sister said that if you're very tired, giving you a little special service will help you perk up." She added.

...What on earth did Sister Morgan teach Lily?!

"Do you need it?" While Asher was still thinking about this, he heard the girl's voice again.

Then, without giving Asher time to speak, Artoria walked behind Asher. "If you don't speak, I'll take it as a 'yes'."

Next, Asher felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but after that, the pain quickly became very comfortable.

So this is what Lily meant by special service...

"Lily, when did you learn this?" Asher asked.

Artoria said while massaging Asher's shoulder, "Royal Sister taught me two days ago, saying that doing this would make you very happy."

"Do you feel better now?" Artoria then asked.

"Ah... mm, much better." Asher nodded. "Thank you."

"You do so much every day, it's natural to feel tired. If this little thing can make you relax a bit, then it's nothing." Artoria said.

After all, no king would prepare food for her every night.

She hesitated, then continued, "If you're really too busy, you don't have to specially prepare food for me later. There are other people in the palace responsible for cooking—"

"It's fine, it's fine. You're still growing, you need to eat more to grow up." Asher waved his hand, interrupting Artoria. "You're probably not used to other people's cooking either, right?"

Artoria said nothing more, just quietly continued to massage Asher.

As Asher said, she really wasn't quite used to other people's cooking, or rather, after half a year of living together, she had already gotten used to Asher's food.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet, but there was no awkwardness. This was the result of their half-year of companionship; even staying in the same space without any conversation felt comfortable and reassuring.

Asher narrowed his eyes, enjoying this brief tranquillity and the comfort brought by Artoria's massage.

Why do I feel like I'm running some kind of big bride development plan...?

Asher inexplicably thought of this, and couldn't help but glance back at the girl a few times.

Preparing food for Artoria every day, then sparring with her, and then she would teach him all the things she had learned... It really did feel like raising a big loli.

"What's wrong? Staring at people is very impolite." Noticing Asher's gaze, Artoria asked in confusion, her eyes clear and bright, her small face tinged with a faint blush, looking incredibly adorable.

"Every time I see you, I feel very at ease." Asher said.

"Why?"

"I don't know if I count as having pulled the Caliburn, so having someone shorter than me makes me feel a lot more at ease right now." Asher said with a hint of relief at the end.

Artoria was silent for a while. "In a few years, I should be taller than you."

Asher: "..."

That seemed to be true, didn't it?

In a few years, the big loli would become a beautiful girl, the Ahoge-chan would become Lancer Artoria, full of a regal aura, practically a second Sister Morgan, while he might still be the same.

Thinking of this, Asher slumped onto the table, sighing heavily.

He could only hope that he hadn't actually pulled the Caliburn... or could he put the sword back now?

Artoria looked at the gloomy young man and clearly understood something. A faint smile appeared on her usually cool face. "Don't worry, even if you're shorter than me, you'll still be my king, and I'll still take care of you as a court steward."

"I'll take care of you always."

Asher turned to look at the girl beside him. Her eyes looked much softer now, and a faint smile played on her face. Asher's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her eyes.

Knock knock.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by a servant's voice:

"King Arthur, the thirteen tribal kings have arrived at the Royal City!"

The pleasant atmosphere was broken. Hearing the servant's words, most of Asher's fatigue immediately receded, or rather, he temporarily suppressed it.

They're finally here?

After waiting for nearly a week, these people certainly dragged their feet.

If it weren't for Vortigern's news being released, they probably wouldn't have come to the Royal City until now, right?

"Let's go, Lily." Asher forced himself to stand up, bracing himself.

"Let's go meet those so-called tribal kings."

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