Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 244

Artoria wiped away her tears and, following an impulse she couldn't quite explain, headed to Morgan's magic workshop. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

Morgan was in the middle of preparing a potion when she looked up to see Artoria. "What brings you here?" she asked, her tone sharp.

Artoria took a deep breath before answering. "I..."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, cutting her off. "Are you here to threaten me?"

She shook her head quickly. "No, no, of course not,"

"Hmph," Morgan snorted. "Maybe you're not here to threaten me, but I am certainly here to challenge you. My foolish sister, I, Morgan Le Fay, am telling you that I am going to take the throne."

Artoria looked troubled, "I didn't want to compete with you, sister."

Morgan rolled her eyes and went back to preparing her potion, her slender fingers moving swiftly over the ingredients. "Hmph, who knows what you really want," she muttered, not bothering to look up.

As Morgan dropped the potion into a vial, a faint, alluring scent of aphrodisiac wafted through the air.

Artoria wrinkled her nose, her curiosity piqued. "What is this?" she asked, pointing to the potion.

Morgan looked up from her work and gave her sister a sly smile. "An enhanced version of the Love Potion," she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Why are you preparing these things?" Artoria's troubled expression deepened.

Morgan shrugged, her gaze fixed on the vial in her hand. "Why do you think? It's for the King, of course."

Artoria's eyes widened in shock. "Why would you use this kind of thing on the King?"

"Of course, it's to obtain the King's bloodline!" Morgan said matter-of-factly. "Although the King has pledged to relinquish the throne to Pendragon, who knows if he'll have a change of heart? By securing the King's offspring, we'll ensure that even if he does back out, the throne will ultimately go to Pendragon's child. That way, we can guarantee the throne will 100% belong to our family."

"There's no need for such drastic measures. The King has never shown any signs of greed for power or the throne," Artoria argued.

"Hmph, power is the most corruptible thing for the human heart. What's happening now may change in the future," Morgan replied with a harsh tone, turning her head away to hide her expression.

The white mouse, suspended in mid-air with its limbs bound by mithril wires, struggled and shouted, "Let go of me! Let go of me, you witch! He is the noble king of Cornwall, and he should remain noble even when dealing with allies. Release me, and let that despicable guy come face me!"

Morgan seized one of the white mouse's whiskers and tugged on it slightly.

"Ow! That hurts! You witch! How dare you treat me like this? I'm the most beautiful mouse in the world!"

She produced a thin iron whip and lashed the mouse with it.

"Ow, ow!" the white mouse cried out in agony.

She ceased the whipping and adopted a gentle smile, saying, "I've heard that you possess extraordinary intelligence. Come now, tell me, how can I get the King to drink this potion?"

"I am a great daemon, I won't surrender!" the white mouse declared defiantly.

"Hmm?" Morgan's expression turned cold.

"I need... need time to think... don't... don't be so hasty... good ideas take time."

"Very well," she nodded, a sunny smile returning to her face.