Dragon Prince and Witch of Vengeance

"Are you playing with me, King Arthur's son?"

The dance continued, and Artorius still held Morgan's waist, keeping a firm but gentle grip. However, there was a change in her gaze, adding a dangerous allure. It was as if, at the slightest provocation, she would go all out, using her black magic, her treasures, her body, her nails, her teeth—everything at her disposal—to kill the man before her.

"...?"

Artorius began to understand why other Knights of the Round Table had 'complicated' feelings when it came to Morgan le Fay.

This madness and hatred sent chills down one's spine from the depths of her being.

"Not at all."

Nevertheless, Artorius disregarded Morgan's hatred and madness. He spoke to her in a gentle tone, as if he were a tender lover.

"Compared to what I desire, Britain is just a meager reward that I, as Prince, have earned."

"Oh...? Is that so?"

As if it were an illusion, the hatred and madness from before vanished entirely. Morgan returned to being the enchanting witch she was.

"Your father, the King, probably wouldn't approve of your actions."

"Trust me, I have the ability to persuade 'her'."

In English, there is a distinction between feminine and masculine third-person pronouns. When Artorius referred to his 'father' as 'her', Morgan confirmed that this prince knew the secret of her sister's identity.

"Fufufu, isn't this betrayal? Is it really okay for someone like me to conspire with you, my dear nephew?"

"The burden on my father is too heavy, isn't it? As his son, it is only natural for me to share the responsibilities and fulfill my filial duty."

"Heh... hehe... hahaha~ I've never met someone who could make 'treason' sound so unique before~"

Artorius's words amused Morgan.

"But it doesn't matter. In the end, it will be my foolish sister, who will regret it and shed tears. So, tell me, young prince, what benefits do you seek from me?"

She whispered in Artorius's ear, her voice carrying temptation, and it sparked numerous intriguing and wild thoughts in his mind.

While Artorius tried to suppress his 'spear' from standing, he also countered by lowering his voice, brushing against her ear, and conveying his intentions.

"Cooperate with me."

'No, wait a moment. This feeling, this sensation...' Just as Artorius suppressed his 'spear', Morgan also tried to suppress her wet 'cave' by clamping her legs.

That sister of hers, whom she both loved and hated, bore about 70 to 80 percent resemblance to this extraordinarily handsome and attractive youth, possessing a heart of schemer like herself. Everything, be it his status, appearance, abilities, or temperament, matched her interests.

Artorius was a mighty attacker against every woman with 'Sabers Faces', a specialist in attacking the heart of women with twisted desires and thirst for love, and a deadly attacker against any mature beauties—a triple threat that was unrivaled in the world. Artorius, the 'White Dragon Prince'.

In typical fairytales, usually, a dragon and a prince would be in a hostile relationship. The dragon devours the prince, and the prince seeks to slay the dragon. But in this exceptionally peculiar circumstance, where the 'Dragon' became the 'Prince'.

When sharp fangs and immense terror merged with tenderness, redemption, and sunlight—everything associated with a 'Prince'—the world witnessed the one and only 'Dragon Prince' Artorius Pendragon.

Simultaneously possessing the plundering and possessive nature of a dragon and the gentleness and passion of a prince, the fusion of the two became a deadly poison to women. It surpassed the so-called elixir of love, remaining more profound, covert, and lethal.

And, of course, it was more genuine.

In this game of love and mutual testing, Morgan was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

Although her stunning beauty and demeanor captivated Artorius, it ultimately stemmed from his lust. If it were a voluptuous and seductive big sister, like a certain 'Purple Lady', he would have fallen just as easily.

In other words, Morgan had already lost from the beginning.

Yes, she had indeed lost without a doubt.

Morgan: "This sensation..."

Artorius: "Cooperate with me, help me achieve my goal, and I will give you Britain."

Morgan: "This feeling..."

Artorius: "As for something more specific, do you know how to usurp fate, that kind of magecraft?"

Morgan: "Nghhh..."

Artorius: "..."

He ceased his conversation with Morgan and even prepared to halt his steps because he sensed that something was off with Morgan's state.

"Usurping fate?"

Of course, in the next second, Morgan had already snapped out of that intoxicated state, returning to normal. She was not a gentlewoman longing for love, nor a valiant warrior. Instead, she was most commonly known as a malicious and vengeful woman.

"Yes..." Artorius said while gazing at her weirdly. "You should know about my plans and my grand ambition, right?"

"Rome..." Morgan focused her gaze on Artorius. "Everyone says that one day you will start a war and destroy Rome, replacing it."

"That's right..." Artorius replied without hesitation. In the lands of Britain, far from Rome's control, he no longer needed to conceal his ambitions. "So... I need your help."

Despite not having an advantage in terms of age or physique, the attractive youth unabashedly extended his hand in an 'assertive' manner, lifting Morgan's chin.

"I need you, Morgan le Fay, to join me. Help me fulfill my desires, and I will pass on to you the concept of 'King of the Island' that I inherited from King Vortigern. May you become the Queen of Britain."

In an instant, Morgan's heart skipped a beat.

"In that case, what can I do for you?" she asked. "When you speak of 'usurping fate,' what specifically does it entail?"

"Like what you heard..." Artorius released his grip. The dance continued as he let go of Morgan's waist, allowing her to complete a turn before pulling her back into his embrace.

"Before attacking Rome, first, I must obtain and usurp fate."

"The fate of Rome? You aim to usurp Rome's fate?"

"Not exactly..." Artorius continued, surprising Morgan with his words. "What I seek to usurp is the fate belonging to the 'Franks'—they are fated to replace Rome and become the representative of the Germanic peoples, the ruler of Europe. I want their fate. Can you do it, Morgan?"

"I..."

If possible, Morgan really wanted to say to Artorius—"Yes, I can do it", and then throw herself into his embrace without hesitation. But she couldn't.

It wasn't just about losing face...

Well, in reality, losing face was indeed her concern. However, the bigger reason was that Morgan couldn't fulfill what Artorius had said.

"I can't do it... that goes beyond the boundaries of magecraft, almost akin to a miracle. Even the gods cannot freely shift the fate of an individual, tribe, or nation."

"You mentioned 'freely'..." Artorius seized on the keyword in Morgan's statement. "Can I understand it as you being able to do this under certain conditions?"