"As expected, are the brains of gods all strange?"
Asher walked through the palace of the Land of Shadows, sighing softly.
Honestly, he would rather train a little longer than stay with Morgan... or rather, not let her tease him.
Although Morgan was quite trustworthy, saying she would give him dragon essence blood and definitely giving it, but—
Every time he communicated with that woman, it was super tiring. If Uathach teased him like that, he could tease her back without restraint, but Morgan was different. That woman was a god, occasionally you could add "crazy" to her title, but if he ever angered her, she might suddenly say, "Oh dear, I feel like you look down on me. In that case, I'll take back all the liquid I gave you before. But since you've absorbed it all, I'll just bleed you dry..."
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
But it probably wouldn't come to that, right? Although she was the goddess of death, she felt quite nice. As long as he didn't anger her, nothing should happen.
Returning to his room, Asher took out the magic cauldron and drank the water that had been prepared inside.
A faint white light emanated from Asher's body. This was the power of the magic cauldron taking effect, gradually restoring his physical strength and magic power.
He had to admit that the magic cauldron brought by Cú Chulainn was a great help to Asher. Any liquid placed in the magic cauldron would have a significant enhancement when drunk the next day, and this enhancement even worked on the dragon blood Morgan gave him.
Of course, this wasn't just the magic cauldron's own efficacy; the Rune words inscribed on its surface were also a key factor in enhancing its effect.
After putting the white dragon blood into the cauldron, Asher didn't immediately lie down to rest. Instead, he sat on the bedside, raised his finger, and drew a mysterious character in the air.
This was his daily mandatory lesson. After training, he would consolidate his learning to use the Rune words more skillfully.
Nearly half an hour passed.
Knock knock.
A knock suddenly came from outside the room. Asher turned his head to look at the door, and a purple-haired girl hurriedly pushed it open.
"Ash, come with me quickly!" Uathach looked anxious and quickly grabbed Asher's hand.
"What's wrong... why are you in such a hurry? It's not like Queen Aife is attacking, is it?" Asher asked in confusion.
"No! Just come with me!"
After saying that, Uathach didn't give Asher any chance to speak again, quickly stepped forward, grabbed Asher, and left the room.
"So what exactly is it?"
Asher followed Uathach through the castle, completely clueless about what this older sister was suddenly up to.
"You'll know when you look over there." Uathach led Asher into the training ground and gestured with her chin towards the training area not far ahead.
There, many disciples were taking turns stepping forward to spar with Scáthach. After each one finished, she would point out their shortcomings and then call the next one up.
"What's so strange about this?" Asher asked in confusion.
He had known for a long time that besides him and Uathach, Scáthach also taught other disciples every day, including talented young men from various tribes and delicate princesses. But no matter their status, in the Land of Shadows, they would obediently accept her teachings to improve their strength.
"Don't you think Mom is acting strangely today?" Uathach said. "Her fighting style today is much stricter than before, a bit like that time..."
"That time...?" Asher repeated, suddenly thinking of something, and cold sweat gradually trickled down his forehead.
"Are you talking about that time when Brother Cú Chulainn mocked her?"
Asher remembered that about two or three years ago, when Cú Chulainn first entered the Land of Shadows, he was unruly. This hero of Ulster claimed that he had only come to fulfill the old man's request and told Scáthach to give him the trial now.
At that time, Scáthach immediately saw Cú Chulainn's impatient problem and didn't pay much attention to it, just telling Cú Chulainn to settle down for a while. But in order to complete the trial as soon as possible, the proud Cú Chulainn learned about Scáthach's age from some disciple the next day and used it as a topic in the training ground, trying to provoke Scáthach.
He did succeed in provoking Scáthach, but... the price was also very tragic.
He was bedridden for three days. This was only because of the healing effect of the Rune words and Cú Chulainn's own strong vitality; otherwise, the period might have been longer.
For a very, very long time after that, Cú Chulainn didn't mention the matter of age again.
When he returned some time ago, Cú Chulainn would say the words "old woman," but that was only because two years had passed and he had become a bit arrogant. Even so, he never mentioned the word "age" again.
"Has someone else mentioned it again?" Asher asked softly.
Although he had also asked Scáthach about her age before, that was just out of pure curiosity and was a completely different concept from Cú Chulainn's deliberate provocation. But if today was also because someone had mocked this matter... things could be troublesome.
"It shouldn't be... I don't really understand why either," Uathach shook her head. "Maybe Mom really intends to test the recent training results of every disciple."
"If it's about training results, this is a bit too exaggerated, isn't it..." Asher lowered his voice. "Shishou's attacks are much sharper than before."
As someone who sparred with Scáthach almost every day, Asher could easily see how tricky Scáthach's attacks were at this moment. He didn't know if this was because of something or if Scáthach was always like this when sparring with other disciples.
After the next disciple retreated, panting, Scáthach seemed to notice Asher's gaze and turned her head towards him.
Then, a faint smile appeared on her face.
"Perfect timing, you come over here for testing too," she said calmly.
Asher was stunned, looked left and right, and then pointed at himself. "Are you talking to me?"
"Mm, who else could it be besides you?" Scáthach said, then glanced in Uathach's direction. "You come over here too, Uathach—"
Before Scáthach could finish speaking, Uathach quickly shook her head and hid behind Asher.
"Ash, go ahead... I'm counting on you. You said you would protect your older sister before, right?" she urged softly, her fingers gently pinching the corner of Asher's clothes.
"Didn't I just finish training?" Asher asked, a little dazed.
"It's been a long rest, hasn't it? With your current physical strength, after resting for so long, you should have recovered almost completely," Scáthach said, pausing slightly.
"Whether it's physical strength or spirit, you should have recovered almost completely, right?"
As she finished speaking, her gaze fixed on Asher.
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