Awakening Origin

The kings in Britain, whether willingly or under coercion, swore allegiance to Artorius and were confined to Camelot until Artorius's decree reached all of Britain.

When the dust settled, and all the territories were taken over by officials from Camelot or the Germanic Military Region; knights, commoners, nobles, and local leaders, all swore their loyalty to Artorius Pendragon, the Dragon King of Britain. The former kings boarded the dragon-headed ships bound for the Germanic Military Region, where they would start anew.

For over seventy years, spanning two or even three generations, the dream of ruling a divided land seemed like a fleeting illusion. In the face of Artorius's unparalleled power, it was easily shattered like soap bubbles. Thus, Britain welcomed a new era.

Marriage alliances with the Anglo-Saxons were expedited. Knights, officials, and military officers under Artorius, as well as nobles and local leaders, set an example by marrying brides from the Germanic tribes.

In addition to natural unions, a significant number of female slaves were assigned to young and energetic common soldiers, aiming to produce a new generation of 'Germanic peoples'.

In Artorius's writings, as well as in written reports from various government levels and official language, a deliberate and sometimes subtle effort existed to downplay the concept of 'Britain Celts' and, instead, emphasize the 'Germanic' concept. Simultaneously, a flag resembling the Roman, but not the Roman Golden Eagle, rather the 'Black Eagle,' quietly replaced the Red Dragon flag, becoming the symbol of Britain's new era.

Citizens of all nations, whether Celts or Germanic peoples, were encouraged to migrate to the Germanic regions and cultivate the land there.

The troops and knights of various nations were gathered, organized, trained, and integrated into new legions, ready to be transported to the Germanic regions for this year's decisive battle.

"Autumn is approaching quickly."

During a meeting of the Knights of the Round Table, Artorius said, "The season of harvest is also the season of activity for the Germanic peoples."

Artoria, standing beside Artorius, curiously asked, "Are we going to engage in a decisive battle with the Germanic peoples this autumn? Will they launch an attack?"

"You should ask, in which year did the Germanic peoples not launch an attack..." Artorius calmly replied. "They are like wolves, restless and insatiable whenever they smell food."

"Especially after the increase in food production in the Germanic territories." Morgan chimed in cheerfully on Artorius's other side.

"Well, then we have no problem." Artoria nodded. "Let's put an end to all of this."

"Yeah..." Artorius agreed.

He glanced around, looking at the Knights of the Round Table—since their joining, the final weakness of Artorius's army had been resolved.

The most splendid and powerful knight organization of this era was now under his control.

They possessed the Noble Phantasms-rank items—magic swords, magic spears, magic armors, and magic bows, all crafted by Artorius's Third Magic. They rode magnificent horses adorned with the same Noble Phantasm-rank horse armor bestowed upon them by Artorius. They formed the strongest and most fearsome legion of this era, crushing all of his enemies.

"Rest for a day."

After the meeting, Artorius waved his hand and ordered the knights, "Tomorrow, we leave Camelot and return to the Germanic regions!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Including Artoria, the expanded two hundred knights of the Round Table saluted Artorius in response.

After accumulation, maturation, and sublimation, the former Son of Dragon was about to unleash a world-shattering roar.

===

And then, that evening...

"Awakening Origin?"

In Artorius's room, Morgan, who had been summoned, had a peculiar expression on her face.

After summoning the courage to forget the previous humiliation and respond to Artorius's call, she was shocked to find out that he had called her here just to talk about awakening Origin? What the hell?!

"You've already mastered the Third Magic, and yet you're here talking to me about awakening Origin?!"

"Because I don't have a magic teacher..." Artorius said. "I started by researching on my own with knowledge from Merlin, and then Teacher Scathach helped me improve my foundation. Only after that did she start teaching me Rune. So, I haven't tested my Origin yet."

"That's true, but..."

"I have a premonition..." Artorius said, interrupting Morgan. "And it's getting stronger."

"Awakening Origin before my battle with Clovis will be advantageous for me."

Hearing Artorius say this, Morgan scoffed, "You promised me before that if I did well, you would give me Britain. But what happened? You became the King of Britain and took all the benefits for yourself. Do you think I'm easily fooled?"

She was right. Artorius did promise her that if she performed well after joining his ranks, she would be made the Queen of Britain.

She had produced a large number of potions, contributed significantly to magecraft and formulas, mechanical blueprints, and the enhancement of enchanted weapons for the three legions in Britain.

Apart from Morgan, Artorius had other court mages as well—Druids who worshipped Celtic gods, Shamans who worshipped Germanic gods, and priests and witches with a foundation in Greco-Roman magecraft. However, none of them could compare to Morgan.

Through her actions, she dispelled any doubts others had about her, proving to them what it meant to be a top-notch witch.

Even those most wary of Morgan had to acknowledge her abilities and contributions, and they cautiously discussed—"Who would've thought that if this woman kept her mouth shut and worked seriously, she would actually be a rare good woman."

'Hmph, what do you mean 'actually'? I, in the first place, am an unparalleled good woman.'

Hearing their private conversations by chance, Morgan coldly sneered in her heart, wishing she could strangle them with their own intestines.

'But, for Artorius's sake, I'll let you have a way out, hmph!'

===

Under Artorius's command, she had been obedient and diligent. Yet, she still felt exploited by him, who ignored his promise to make her the Queen of Britain. It's no wonder she was unhappy.

However...

The next moment, Artorius reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

Morgan, being treated this way, felt her heart skip a beat. She was flustered, and then her body went limp.

"I thought..." Artorius whispered in her ear, "I had already given you enough."

Upon hearing his words and implications, Morgan's breathing became heavy, and her gaze toward Artorius became fiery.

"Not enough..." she replied dazedly, "It's never enough."

She answered Artorius in this manner and immediately kissed him, like a person who hadn't eaten in days and was faced with a delicious feast, multiplied by tenfold or a hundredfold of impatience.

"So?"

After the kiss ended, when Morgan wanted to take things further, Artorius stopped her and asked, "So, what now?"

"I... I understand! I'll do it!"

Morgan shouted angrily at Artorius, dissatisfied with her own weakness and Artorius's indifference.

She circled around Artorius and, from behind, wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips touching the buttons of his cloak.

Amidst a rustling sound, the king's cloak fell to the ground. A frosty magic circle appeared at his feet.

'Just let me take a look.'

Morgan's eyes gleamed with greedy desire.

'What is your Origin?'

She delighted in the anticipation.

'It must be something that matches me perfectly.'

'Something incredibly wicked, something immensely dark. Hehe... hehehe...'

'Is it death?'

'Is it darkness itself?'

'Is it evil, carnage, conquest, or something else?'

The previous frustration had completely vanished, leaving only the pleasure of discovering Artorius's secret.

Morgan, the world's greatest witch, explored his soul with excitement, expecting to further perfect him and leave her own mark on him.

So, with eager anticipation, Morgan's telepathic gaze turned towards the pure white gate within his consciousness, at the end of time and beyond. She approached it carefully, seeking, exploring, and trying—until finally, she would seize the love and happiness that should rightfully belong to her.

'Hehehe, hahaha...'

===

Meanwhile, as Morgan flashed a malicious smile, Artorius's eyes lost their focus. His mind seemed immersed elsewhere.

'My elemental affinity is water, and the specialty of my magecraft is enhancement and sublimation... So, my Origin should be, should be...'

In the next second, just as Morgan regarded the present Artorius as her possession, ready to indulge herself, Artorius awakened.

'!!!'

The roles of attacker and defender switched.

In Artorius's eyes, the blazing frost seemed to encase the malevolent witch, seal her off, scorch her, and melt her away.

'Ahh!'

After the cry of astonishment, Morgan realized the situation and smiled contentedly.

Her efforts had not been in vain. The awakening of his Origin was successful.

'Fufufu―So, that's how it is. That's your Origin... very good, very good, excellent―Ahh~'

Pain and destruction arrived simultaneously in the next moment. The majesty of a ruler and the punishment of thunder plunged upon the witch as she was ejected from his consciousness.

"I must thank you..." Artorius said to her. "In my own way."

"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Before the witch's throat could let out any word, it was choked with laughter―for Artorius's Origin truly matched the witch, as well as kings, emperors, and great leaders.

Dual Origins, they were 'Domination and Revolution'.

Domination—meaning arrange, rule, control, and guide.

Revolution—meaning the elimination of the old, decayed, outdated, and contrary to the will of the people. Creating new things that are enticing, timely, and in line with the people's desires.

The limits and scope of this Origin encompass systems, theories, nations, and all things under the heavens.

When Artorius perfectly adapted to his Origin, all things under the heavens fell under the ambition of the Dragon King.

"This Origin is truly what I need. You did well, Morgan le Fay..."

Saying these words, Artorius pressed her down onto the bed.

"I cannot give you Britain; I broke my promise."

"But trust me..." He gazed into Morgan's eyes. "I can give you something better, something you'll like even more. I promise you'll be satisfied..."

"Ahh~ Mphhh"

Before Morgan could shout in excitement, exhilaration, and fear, her lips were ruthlessly sealed shut. Her emotionally charged screams turned into feeble buzzing.