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"He's really your father...?"
Jeanne looked somewhat subtly at the young man who was still fighting fiercely with Ishtar. To be honest, if she hadn't known the girl named "Artoria," she would have found it difficult to connect this seemingly immature young man with the role of "father."
"There's no mistake, how could I mistake something like this?!" Mordred pouted. "I used to cling to Father a lot, how could I forget what his face looks like?"
As she said this, she turned her head and looked at Jeanne a few more times: "Who are you? You seemed very close to my father just now?"
Jeanne's mouth slightly opened, but she couldn't say anything for a long time.
She didn't know how to introduce herself for a moment.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jeanne, you can also call me Jeanne d'Arc, or I wouldn't mind if you called me mom...?"
At this moment, a horse's neigh came from a distance, attracting both of their attention.
Ishtar was clearly at a disadvantage. On one hand, she was concerned about the divine tower and didn't use large-scale Noble Phantasms. On the other hand, she didn't intend to kill, which led to her repeated defeats. At this moment, she rode her flying boat to the damaged ceiling, while Asher on the other side had summoned Sleipnir, always on guard against Ishtar's attack.
"What's wrong, Ishtar, are you going to flee with your tail between your legs?" Gilgamesh leaned on his throne, looking up at Ishtar. "You've really given this King a very good show, a goddess who aggressively attacked the hall is beaten and flees in shame."
"Siduri, later write on this King's clay tablet: Ishtar nearly made this King die of laughter with her comical murder attempt."
Siduri slightly closed her eyes, unsure if she heard him.
"You all just wait, you're lucky this time, I'll spare your lives for now!" Ishtar swept her fierce gaze across everyone in the hall, snorted coldly, and finally her gaze lingered on Asher for a moment, saying:
"You wait too!"
After speaking, she flew away through the hole in the ceiling on her flying boat.
Asher watched Ishtar leave, gently patted Sleipnir's head, and only when it disappeared did he sigh helplessly in his heart.
He had originally thought he could ease his relationship with the goddess by looking for the Bull of Heaven, but after tonight's fight, he probably had already been targeted by Ishtar.
"What a useless goddess who only causes trouble. You did very well this time, Asher." The King above the hall said.
Asher looked at Gilgamesh in surprise. He was clearly not using his own identity when he was summoned, but he was still seen through?
"Put away your meaningless surprise. I know why you came to see this King. Go back and rest first, after all," Gilgamesh glanced at Mordred, who looked like she wanted to go say hello but also seemed a bit shy, and the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.
"You also have other matters to attend to."
Following Gilgamesh's gaze, Asher immediately understood his meaning and rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache.
How to put it, seeing his future child appear before him at such an age, his mood was quite subtle.
Speaking of which, was Gilgamesh really intentional?
Why did he summon Mordred so coincidentally?
Or was it because he was here that Mordred could be summoned?
"Siduri, report the upcoming political activities."
Gilgamesh's voice sounded in Asher's ear.
Without thinking, he knew that this King was going to work overtime again.
Asher turned and left the hall. As he passed the entrance, he tilted his head and said to Mordred, "Let's go."
The usually boisterous girl was uncharacteristically awkward, her face slightly red as she scratched the back of her head.
"What are you still spacing out for? Are you thinking about whether to go for a couple more drinks later?"
Asher asked with a hint of teasing in his voice.
"No! I never drink, Father hiccup."
Mordred unexpectedly let out a burp while refuting.
She immediately covered her mouth, and then, noticing Asher's gaze, she hugged her head in annoyance, remembering what had happened at the gathering place earlier.
Oh god, what did she just tell Father?
She just told Father that she had been secretly drinking!
While Mordred was still regretting her recent
talkativeness, Asher had already stepped out of the great hall. She glanced at the figure in front of her and finally stepped to follow him.
Jeanne, seeing this scene, couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile.
From an outsider's perspective, it was quite interesting.
After all, she had just seen how carefree this seemingly somewhat rash girl was, but after learning Asher's identity, she immediately became so submissive.
It was quite amusing.
Oh, of course, the fact that Ash and that girl named Artoria had a child in the future... that was not amusing at all.
Jeanne lowered her eyes, her usual bright eyes seeming to dim considerably.
...She really didn't want to steal someone's love.
On the other side, Mordred had quickly caught up with Asher's pace, walking shoulder to shoulder with him. Her armor was still on, but her helmet had been removed.
She opened her mouth several times, but even with a flushed face, she still couldn't speak, only secretly glancing at her father, whom she had always admired.
"What's wrong? Being so reserved suddenly isn't like you.
You were quite uninhibited when you were drinking earlier."
When Asher's voice came, Mordred twitched like an irritated cat, then bravely raised her head to look at Asher. After their black eyes met for a moment, she suddenly froze.
"Father, why do you look so young?"
"After all, I just came of age this year. I didn't expect to meet you in this era." Asher shrugged. "I probably disappointed you by not showing the mature side you imagined."
Mordred, however, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and grinned, "Not at all, you're still Father, no matter what."
It seems the tactic of changing the subject worked...
Mordred secretly rejoiced in her heart.
"By the way, Father, why are you in this era? Did you know I was here and specifically came to find me?"
Mordred asked curiously.
"I can't do that much." Asher shook his head.
"Don't be modest, Father, you must have seen through everything and came to find me!" Mordred grinned, revealing a cute canine tooth.
Asher couldn't help but glance at the sun-bright smile on Mordred's face.
That canine tooth... it seems to be inherited from Sister Morgan.
Although Morgan usually acted like a mature older
sister, she indeed had canine teeth, which made Asher a bit curious why Mordred inherited Morgan's canine teeth.
"Father, what are you thinking?" Mordred asked.
"Nothing, I have something I want to ask you." Asher slowed his pace slightly and turned to look at Mordred.
Mordred was startled. "What is it?"
"As a child... did you get the ideal life you wanted?"
"Of course, I'm very happy." Mordred rarely showed a somewhat shy smile. "There's only one regret I haven't fulfilled yet."
"What regret?"
"Well..."
Mordred rubbed the golden hair on her forehead with her fingertips, looked up, then glanced at Asher, seeming a bit embarrassed.
"I can't say for now."
"Then tell me when you want to." Asher smiled and did not press the issue.
Sensing Asher's gentle gaze, Mordred looked awkwardly away, clasping her hands behind her head, pretending to look at the scenery.
Then, when she noticed Asher withdrawing his gaze, she secretly looked at Asher again.
Father is really young at this time.
Although Mordred had seen Asher look young in the past, that was only because the power of a god had fixed his appearance, just like Scathach and Skadi... Sister.
But Asher at this time looked even younger than Mordred remembered.
No wonder so many people liked Father. That soft,
gentle-looking face really attracted the affection of mature women.
"By the way, how old were you when you started drinking?"
Just as Mordred was still staring at Asher, thinking about these random things, Asher's voice suddenly came again. He stopped, turned his head, and asked.
Mordred froze, then chuckled and turned her face away.
"Red!"
When that seemingly not majestic voice came again, Mordred lowered her head as if frustrated. "When I was ten, I saw you drinking and was hesitant whether to try it."
At that time, in order to become the best child in Asher's eyes, Mordred showed what a good child should be like... at least in front of Asher. Therefore, she was very hesitant about drinking.
"And then you drank?"
"No! Later, Agravain saw me and said, if you want to drink, just try it, everything has to have a precedent!"
Mordred raised her head and said.
It's not hard to imagine Agravain, with his gloomy expression, passing by Asher's room and seeing Mordred hesitating whether to secretly try alcohol, and then encouraging her with a somewhat sinister smile.
"I see, so it was Agravain?" Asher smiled. "Perhaps he doesn't have enough work to do, that's why he has time for leisure."
Mordred looked at Asher's smile and shivered for no reason. Then she remained silent, acting like a "yes, I'm a good child, everything was Agravain's fault, it has nothing to do with me" obedient student.
"By the way, your mother is Lily, right?" Asher asked tentatively.
"Who else could it be?" Mordred pouted.
"Do you dislike her?" Asher asked curiously.
"I really like Mother, but... I also hate her the most."
Mordred said this as if she had thought of something annoying, scratching her head in frustration.
As they chatted, they had unknowingly left the divine tower and continued walking towards the end of the street.
The streets of Uruk were not brightly lit at night. After walking for a while, they unknowingly arrived at an alley.
The chill here was much colder than the street they had just come from, and a strange wind could be faintly heard from underground.
This place... is a bit strange.
Asher slowed his pace significantly, scanning the surroundings with suspicion.
He hadn't noticed it when he was riding the celestial
horse during the day, but now, with his feet on the ground, Asher truly felt a familiar sensation.
It was a very familiar sense of closeness... and this closeness stemmed from the blessing of the goddess of death on him.
At this moment, the air behind Asher twisted slightly, and some invisible creature quietly approached Asher.
"Tch, do even ghosts exist in this era? Wandering around at night." Mordred immediately noticed it. She drew her greatsword and slashed at the ghost silently approaching Asher from behind.
Anything that was detrimental to her father, she would mercilessly cut down.
"Ash, be careful, something's not right here." Jeanne, who had been following behind, giving the father and daughter some private space, now quickly caught up, taking out her weapon and vigilantly looking around.
They had unknowingly walked out of the light, and it was clear at a glance that few people passed through here.
"What's there to be careful about? I can completely blow this whole area away with one strike!" Mordred showed a wanton smile, completely forgetting the "good child" image she had just been maintaining. However..
As soon as she raised her sword and took a step forward, the ground seemed to collapse, and a giant pit appeared. Mordred almost fell into it. Asher was quick-witted and pulled her back to the ground.
"Damn it, there's even a trap!" Mordred said angrily, and then she heard Asher call her.
She subconsciously looked up and saw Asher bend his finger and flick her forehead.
"Calm down, did you forget what I said?"
"You actually dared to hit me" Mordred glared at Asher unhappily, then suddenly froze, lowering her head in frustration.
"Sorry."
She almost forgot, this was her father.
"Jeanne, can I ask you to take her back first?" Asher looked at Jeanne and said.
Jeanne was startled, then looked at Asher and asked, "Don't you need our help?"
"It's fine, I can handle things here by myself. Besides..."
Asher's voice paused slightly. "The real point isn't these wandering ghosts."
If he wasn't mistaken, there was a place beneath this giant pit.
The Underworld.
In this era, the Underworld was a place humans could reach, after all, you just had to keep digging down.
The reason he felt a sense of closeness to this area was probably because of this.
It was necessary to go down and take a look... whether to confirm the origin of this familiar feeling or to deal with these wandering ghosts.
On the other side, Jeanne was about to leave with Mordred, but after walking a few steps, Mordred refused to go further. She looked at the black-robed young man in the distance and simply sat down cross-legged on the spot, intending to wait for Asher to come out there, even though Jeanne tried to persuade her.
Seeing this, Jeanne had no choice but to sit down with her.
In fact, she also didn't really want to leave and planned to wait for Asher to come out here.
She looked up at the young man not far away. Asher had already mounted the white celestial horse and flew into the giant pit.
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