Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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"What is this place?"

Asher followed Morgan down the stairs. The surrounding torches lit up with a snap of Morgan le Fay's fingers.

Asher looked around. This place felt stuffy no matter how he saw it. It was hard to imagine such a basement existed in Camelot.

"My old magic workshop. The first Savage Knights were created here," Morgan le Fay said, walking down the stairs in a pair of black low-heeled sandals.

"You seem quite nervous?" She glanced back at Asher, whose expression seemed a little tense, and smiled faintly. "Relax, relax, are you afraid I'll eat you?"

"Not really, you're not a monster..." Asher scratched his head and looked at the surroundings again. "But this basement feels a bit stuffy, and it makes me uncomfortable."

It reminded him of the time he saw Vortigern imprisoned in a similar basement.

And now Morgan had brought him here. What was she planning?

Is she really going to extract mana...?

Speaking of which, how would she do it?

Just as he thought this, Morgan le Fay extended her hand.

Asher was startled. "What are you doing?"

"At this moment, holding a lady's hand is what a polite man should do, isn't it? Do I need to spell out even this? Are you some kind of dull idiot?" Morgan le Fay glanced at him coolly, clearly displeased with Asher's hesitation.

It was then that Asher remembered this woman was a goddess with an unpredictable temper—one second laughing and chatting, the next looking like she might kill you.

Indeed, Shishou and Sister Uathach are better. At least their tempers aren't so strange.

"What are you thinking?" Morgan le Fay narrowed her eyes, as if she knew Asher's thoughts.

"Nothing..." Asher tried to brush it off. "Let's hurry. If we go back too late, Lily might worry if she can't find me."

"Hmph," Morgan le Fay snorted. "I can sense others' ill will or dissatisfaction. You definitely just thought something like 'she's so troublesome,' didn't you?"

So this woman really is troublesome!

"Well, there's nothing I can do! With such an unpredictable attitude, it's bound to feel troublesome!" Asher said helplessly.

Morgan le Fay suddenly fell silent, simply gazing at Asher.

Oh no...

He had accidentally spoken the truth.

And in this basement, of all places...

No one would hear him even if he screamed his lungs out.

Asher thought this was bad and secretly glanced around. There were no escape routes at all—only the door behind him, which had long been closed.

Morgan le Fay just stared at Asher. After a while, she suddenly smiled. "That's true. Come with me first."

After speaking, she extended her hand to Asher again.

Is she letting me off the hook so easily?

Just as Asher thought this, he shook his head to dispel the chaotic thoughts and reached out to grasp Morgan le Fay's hand. Then, led by her, he walked deeper into the basement.

The space gradually expanded from narrow to wide. Asher's gaze swept around, lingering on the rows of armored knights, secretly astonished.

So, it wasn't just Morgan's former palace; even here, there were Savage Knights.

How many Savage Knights did this woman make?

"Sit over there," Morgan le Fay pointed to a small, narrow bed not far from her.

Asher: "???"

"What exactly are we doing, Sister Morgan?" Asher couldn't help but ask.

Earlier, Morgan le Fay had said she needed mana, which was why he followed her.

But now, it didn't seem related to extracting mana.

After all, how do you give mana? It's not like she's going to bleed me, right?

Asher's body trembled slightly at the thought, recalling Vortigern's miserable state back then.

"You talk a lot of nonsense," Morgan le Fay sighed. "Don't force me to do it myself. Are you going to sit down by yourself, or do you want me to tie you there later?"

Her finger traced Asher's face, a seductive smile appearing. "Besides, you've already followed Sister to a place like this. It's too late to regret now, isn't it?"

"Also, don't you want to see your Shishou again? Just be obedient and it'll be fine. You won't have to pay too big a price, don't worry."

Hearing this, Asher silently walked to the small bed and sat down.

That's true. Since I'm already here, it's too late to run even if I wanted to.

Morgan le Fay seemed to be tinkering with something, and this period was the most agonizing for Asher.

What exactly is she doing?

Asher looked at her beautiful back and heard occasional metallic clinks, feeling a creepy sensation in his heart.

She's not going to dissect me, is she?

Just then, Morgan le Fay turned around with a sharp silver knife in her hand and walked toward him.

"Sister Morgan?" Asher scooted back, eyes fixed on the small knife.

This is what she calls "not paying too big a price"?

Indeed, women are all liars. Only Shishou keeps her word and radiates a unique clear fragrance.

"Hand," Morgan le Fay said concisely.

Asher: "???"

"Or do you want another spot?" Morgan le Fay gestured with the knife. "Decide quickly."

"You want my blood?" Asher tried to ask.

"Just a little, don't worry," Morgan le Fay glanced at Asher. "Look at your nervous face. I'm not someone who acts rashly."

Asher had a strange expression.

"Oh my, do you object to what I just said?" Morgan deftly manipulated the knife, still smiling.

"Not at all. I believe Sister Morgan is a kind-hearted goddess!" Asher extended his hand, closed his eyes, "Come on!"

Better than her changing her mind later. If it's just a little blood, it doesn't matter.

A slight pain came from his finger. Warm blood oozed from Asher's index finger, dripping into a small bottle.

It wasn't until the bottle was full that Morgan le Fay spoke, "That's enough."

Asher took a look. The small bottle in Morgan le Fay's hand was full of blood.

She really took a lot of blood...

However, it was still within an acceptable range.

The healing power of Rune magic was instantly activated by Asher, and the wound on his finger slowly healed.

"So, I can see Shishou tonight?" Asher looked up and asked.

Morgan le Fay, who had been staring at the bottle in contemplation, withdrew her thoughts upon hearing Asher's words and looked at him.

"This was our agreement. Is Sister Morgan planning to go back on her word?" Despite the immense pressure from her gaze, Asher braced himself and asked.

Morgan suddenly smiled and shook her head. "No, how could I? Sister is the Goddess of Death; I will definitely fulfill my promise."

"Additionally, I want to give you the mark of the Goddess of Death now. Do you want it?" Her smile became a bit more dangerous.

"The mark of the Goddess of Death?" Asher repeated.

"Yes, with that mark, your strength will grow even greater," Morgan le Fay said with a smile. "Strong enough to rival your Shishou... Do you want to receive it?"

Is there really such a good thing?

Although he still had doubts, Asher nodded. "What do I need to do?"

No matter what, this kind of thing was definitely not to be refused.

Besides, he really had no choice. If Morgan wanted to do something, he had no way to resist.

"It's very simple."

Morgan le Fay placed both hands on Asher's shoulders, pushing him onto the small bed. Her thighs pressed between his, and a lock of golden hair brushed his face, tickling him with a faint fragrance.

"Close your eyes, don't open them. You'll quickly receive my... mark of the Goddess of Death."

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