In Arthur's eyes, blazing frost and snow seemed ready to wrap around the ill-intentioned Witch, sealing her away, scorching her, melting her—
"Ah—"
After her cry of alarm, Morgan le Fay realized what was happening and became delighted.
Her efforts had not been wasted. The awakening of the Origin had succeeded.
"Heh heh, hehehehe—so that's it, so that's it—this is your Origin—good, very good, extremely—ah—"
Pain and pleasure descended upon her together the next second. The sovereign's favor and thunderous punishment fell upon the Witch's body at the same time.
"I should thank you."
Arthur said to her,
"In my own special way."
"Ha ha, ha ha, hahahaha—"
Until the Witch's throat became so hoarse that she could no longer make a sound, she kept laughing happily—because Arthur's Origin was indeed quite fitting for a Witch, and equally fitting for a king, an emperor, a great commander.
Its name was "Domination and Innovation."
Domination meant arranging, regulating, controlling, and guiding.
Innovation meant eliminating things that were old, decayed, out of step with the times, and against the people's will. It meant creating things that were new, alluring, suited to the times, and in accordance with the people's will.
The limits and scope of this Origin could encompass systems, theories, nations, and all things under heaven.
When Arthur perfectly adapted to his Origin, all things under heaven would fall beneath the grand ambition of the Dragon King!
"This Origin truly is what I need. You did well, Morgan le Fay—"
As he said this, Arthur pressed her onto the bed.
"I can't give you Britannia. I broke my promise," he said.
"But believe me."
He looked into Morgan's eyes.
"I can give you something better than that, something you'll like even more."
"I guarantee you'll be satisfied—"
"Ah—"
Before Morgan could