My Knights of the Round Table

Seeing Scathach's puzzled look, Arthur continued.

"Merry will only send my soul to a compatible individual in another world, and I will possess the participants of the Holy Grail War. This body will still remain in this world."

"So you want to stay with me?"

"You're still safer here."

Seeing the suppressed desire and impatience in the woman's eyes, Arthur, who knew she would agree, changed his tone.

"Have a fight?"

"it is good."

Before the woman could take out the gun, he waved his hand.

"There must be a bet."

"If you win, I will take care of your 'corpse'." Scathach said casually eagerly.

"That won't work, I have to add one more."

"what?"

Scathach looked at him with interest.

She doesn't mind giving a little reward to the hero who can defeat her, and Arthur can't defeat her now.

"If I win, I want you."

"what?"

Scathach looked at him strangely.

Suspecting that he heard it wrong, the wine red eyes were full of disbelief and questioning, and there was also a hint of danger and admiration.

Arthur nodded seriously.

"You heard me right, how about letting me kiss you if I win?"

"Do you think it's realistic?" Scathach looked at him coldly.

"When I go there, I will really die when I die. It's not like other Heroic Spirits. Give me some fantasy before leaving, and I have already won. For people of your era, the reward of kissing is already very euphemistic Bar."

Arthur spread his hands innocently.

Scathach didn't answer.

The victor has any dominance over the vanquished.

Not to mention others, her apprentice Cu Chulainn always likes to defeat strong women in Ireland, and after defeating, he directly fucks that person.

No one will feel that there is any problem, even she does not feel that there is a problem, the life of the defeated is controlled by the victor, and it is normal for the body to be played by the opponent.

It's just that she never loses.

This kind of request suddenly came to her, which made her feel a little bit wrong.

But I won't lose what am I thinking?

"casual."

After briefly thinking about the whole story, Scathach held a blood-red spear in his hand, and his body disappeared into the dark hall.

Arthur smiled and disappeared in place.

The next moment, the two appeared at the training ground of the castle.

A dozen or so football field-sized training grounds were surrounded by black rugged rocks, exuding a cold breath that soothed Arthur's pain from being shot by her just now.

There is no light under the dark sky.

Arthur and Scathach each retreated to the end of the confrontation.

"Swords and guns can be used, right?"

"No restrictions on weapons."

Looking at the holy sword in Arthur's right hand and his serious expression, Scathach frowned slightly.

Seems like he's coming for real.

The woman's heart was a little messed up for a while.

Living in an uninhabited castle for hundreds of years, her solitary life made her take pleasure in raising apprentices, but she never really threatened her existence.

Cu Chulainn was considered the best apprentice, but she knew that even if he was allowed to grow to the end, he would not be as strong as the man in front of her.

Even if she had thought that Cu Chulainn could grow to the point where she could kill herself, that was just an extravagant wish.

He couldn't compare with the man in front of him.

The man holding the holy sword and holy spear has not grown to the end even now, and there is still room for growth that cannot be explored.

Even in the end, it's not impossible to beat her.

By then with his character...

Thinking of what he just said, Scathach blushed.

"Longominiad!"

The man's voice rang in his ears.

The dazzling sunlight pierced through the darkness of the City of Shadows and rushed in front of her.

Scathach's pupils shrank sharply.

Thinking about the panic of her future life, she didn't pay attention to the outside world, and when she met the attacker, she subconsciously swung the spear in her hand.

'Boom! '

Vigorous dust exploded in the middle of the field.

The power of the woman couldn't compare with the red dragon transformed by the holy sword and holy spear, and was thrown flying by a sudden powerful attack and smashed through several rocks.

Just as she reacted and was about to fight back, the Holy Spear hit the side of her head wrapped in light, and the silver-white spear pierced the rock on the side of her head, only a few centimeters away from her face.

The purple-haired woman tilted her head slightly to keep the gun away from her, and looked coldly at the man on top of her.

"What are you doing... woo?!"

The woman lying on the rock widened her eyes in disbelief.

The man pressed down on her body, and the holy gun that was originally in his hand had dissipated into the air.His two hands tightly hugged the woman's soft and slender waist, pressing against her rosy lips, wantonly asking for it.

The strange feeling in her mouth made her dizzy.

After a short period of disbelief, Skaha regained his senses and pushed the man on him away.

The man inevitably took a few steps back.

She held the blood-red spear against his throat, covered her mouth with one hand and looked at him coldly.

"Do you want to die?"

"I won."

Arthur looked at her innocently with his hands up.

The words that just came to mind were all choked for a moment.

Scathach gritted his teeth.

It was obvious that he attacked while he was thinking about something, but she was too embarrassed to say that.

This has never happened before.

Obviously in her favorite battle, but distracted by other things.

Although it was because of his distraction, if it wasn't for Arthur, she might have been killed by that blow.

The spear in his hand trembled slightly, and he looked down at his innocent expression.

Anyway, he did win.

"you win."

She retracted the spear.

She took two steps forward to reach the man's body, put her arms around his neck and kissed him proactively.

Arthur felt the strange sensation in his mouth, and looked at the woman in his arms strangely, while Scathach looked at him coldly with his eyes open, with an expression of do you have any objections.

He has never experienced the clumsy but active feeling of a woman's tongue.

When Morgan was a boy, neither of them knew anything, and Morgan was not as strong as her, they were learning from each other.

Mellie is skilled and proactive.

The other women were all shy and shy, and he was the one who took the initiative a few times ago.

...

Scathach is a clumsy but powerful movement.

He's obviously stupid but refuses to admit defeat.

The tongue fiddled indiscriminately, which greatly reduced the wonderful touch, but still refused to admit defeat and wanted to take the initiative.

Arthur, who knew the character of the other party, did nothing, and let her have the upper hand to manipulate.

After a while, Skaha, who felt the same, was just about to leave, but was hugged tightly by the man at the waist. The unexpected situation prevented her from breaking free for a while.

"what are you doing?"

Scathach blushed and frowned dissatisfied.

"Let me come next time."

"Wait until you come back alive."

The indifferent attitude didn't make Arthur flinch in any way.

The purple eyes flickered subconsciously and looked back forcefully, the body was inevitably stiff but did not break free immediately.

"Then it's okay if I come back?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"