"???"
Arthur was practically left speechless.
What kind of mischief was this goddess plotting now?
"I said my feet are hurting. Didn't you understand?" Morgan said, shaking a small vial that had mysteriously appeared in her hand, the liquid inside glowing faintly.
"You want this?" Morgan asked.
Arthur nodded immediately, his eyes fixed on the small vial in her hand.
There was no need to think twice. The changes this vial of dragon blood had brought to his body were remarkable. After three months, he had gradually grown accustomed to the pain of drinking the liquid.
"So what are you waiting for? If I get into a bad mood, I might just leave."
"And you want to learn new abilities, right? Then do your best." Morgan's tone was a blend of threat and encouragement as she finished speaking.
No wonder they called her a "witch." This woman wasn't inherently evil; she was simply willing to do anything to achieve her goals. Whether through coercion or temptation, she would use whatever means necessary to get what she wanted.
"Oh, right—if you're brave enough, you can try taking it yourself right now." After saying that, Morgan casually tucked the small vial between her breasts, lifted her gaze, and looked at Arthur with a smile.
"Don't worry, I won't punish you for touching me, as long as you have the courage to do it," she added.
Arthur's gaze lingered on Morgan's chest for a brief moment.
Morgan was wearing a black dress today, and the small vial was hidden between her breasts, with only the cap faintly visible.
She looked innocent and pitiable, yet the smile on her face at that moment was filled with allure.
Frankly speaking, anyone would find such provocation difficult to endure, and Morgan's charm was undeniably tempting. Arthur, naturally, was not easily intimidated, so—
…yet he remained rational.
It wasn't that Arthur was a coward… it was simply that Morgan's words could not be trusted.
She said she wouldn't blame him now, but if he really did what she suggested, there was no guarantee she wouldn't turn on him afterward.
This was precisely why Morgan's teasing was ultimately ineffective against Arthur. He had personally seen her chatting and smiling with a guard, only to throw him out a window the very next second.
Only God knew how this goddess's mind worked.
"You can't do it?" Morgan smiled seductively. "As a goddess, I'm always very tolerant and never give people only one choice."
As she finished speaking, her toes curled slightly, and she said softly, "Hurry up—either massage my feet, or take the vial yourself."
What should I do…?
Arthur hesitated for a long time.
Seeing this, Morgan gently reassured him. "Don't worry. Your master isn't here, and there's no one else around. Even if you did something, it wouldn't matter."
Hearing the pleasant voice by his ear, Arthur hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently massaging Morgan's feet.
At the same time, he couldn't help but cast a furtive glance at the red polish on her toenails, his gaze freezing for a brief instant.
Do I really have some kind of foot fetish…?
Arthur looked at the goddess's toes and suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.
No! Calm down! If you give in to temptation now, you'll be completely led astray by this woman!
Arthur quickly shook his head, averted his gaze, and carefully massaged Morgan's toes with both hands.
At that moment, he felt a gaze directed at him. When he looked up, he saw Morgan giving him a provocative look.
"If you want to lick them now, I can make an exception. Want to?" she asked.
"I'm not interested," Arthur said irritably.
"What a pity," Morgan sighed, casting a glance in that direction with a faint, teasing smile.
—xXx—
About five minutes later.
"Alright. Help me put on my shoes, and then we'll begin today's training." Morgan lifted her chin and pointed at the black sandals beside her.
Arthur had no choice but to pick up the sandals and finally help her put them on.
Seeing Arthur's visibly relieved expression, Morgan let out a soft laugh but did not tease him any further. Instead, she went straight to the point.
"You've already learned premonition, and two months ago I taught you death magic through words. Now I'm going to teach you another kind of power of words," Morgan said, lifting her gaze to look at Arthur.
"Do you want to learn it?"
Arthur nodded.
"Shouldn't you do something before that?" Morgan teased, slowly swinging her legs while keeping her eyes fixed on him.
"Do something…?"
"Hmm… let me think." Morgan pondered for a moment. "Alright, I'll just ask you one question."
"Go ahead."
"Who do you think is more beautiful—me, or your master?" Morgan asked with a smile.
Arthur: "…"
"Do I really need to explain how you should answer right now? Obviously, you should praise the woman standing in front of you. What are you still thinking about?" Morgan sighed. "You know, this isn't something you should even be thinking about."
"You two have completely different auras. There's no way to compare you," Arthur sighed.
"A different aura?" Morgan became interested. "Then tell me—what kind of aura do I have?"
"You like to provoke others, you have an eccentric and unpredictable temperament… but you're a very kind goddess."
"Hm… you pass. Remember to add the words 'very beautiful' next time." Morgan smiled and patted Arthur's head, something she liked to do.
"And what about your master?" she suddenly asked.
"My master…" Arthur thought for a moment. "She's usually very strict and serious about her work. Once she makes a decision, she rarely changes it. She can easily command her subordinates to complete various tasks, and she also has extensive combat experience."
"Hm, strict and serious about work…" Morgan thought for a moment. "So that means she's inflexible, right? And once she decides something, she doesn't change her mind easily—so that means she lacks adaptability? As for commanding subordinates… well, that means she's not approachable at all. And having combat experience means she's very violent and often gets into fights with others."
"Mm… I see, so that's how you see your master," she said as she casually cast a glance in a certain direction.
"That's completely different from what I said…" Arthur shook his head helplessly. "If we interpret things the way you just did, Morgan, then wouldn't that make you nothing more than a little devil who enjoys provoking others?"
"A little devil… hmm, I quite like that nickname." Morgan pondered for a moment, then a bright smile appeared on her face. "It sounds very youthful."
Arthur was left speechless, thinking to himself, Do you also think you're old?
"Oh my, you're not thinking about my age, are you?"
"You need to understand—I'm a goddess. Gods are far older than ordinary people. Judging a god's age by human standards is foolish," Morgan said, looking at the silent Arthur.
"Do you understand?" she asked, leaning her cheek close to Arthur's face as she finished speaking, her imposing posture clearly conveying, Try to refute me with even a single word.
Arthur nodded, showing no reaction.
"Judging from what you just said, it's clear that my personality is better, isn't it?" Morgan said.
"I think they're about the same…" Arthur replied.
"About the same?" Morgan thought for a moment, then suddenly asked with a curious look, "Then which personality do you prefer?"
Arthur: "…"
Suddenly, he wanted to return straight to Dun Scaith. Only God knew what was wrong with this goddess today—asking question after question like this, as if she were deliberately competing with Scáthach.
(End of the chapter)