Talents: Beauty Revealed MAX, Extreme Phantom Charm MAX, Star Sword MAX, Dragon Soul Dynasty Lord Lv.80, Holy Body Lv.24, Miracle Lv.5
Skills: Clairvoyance MAX, Emperor of Heaven MAX, Heavenly Grace Red Dragon MAX, Inch Strength: Craniotomy Lv.90, Dragon's Shadow (Imaginary) Lv.36, Supernatural Power Lv.20, Insomnia Lv.20
Equipment: Shield of Radiance, Sword of the Chosen, Holy Sword of the Stars, Magic Card: Wind, Avalon, Holy Grail (Evil/Magic)
Props: Earth Ripper, Earth Vein Weaving (Healing), Eternal Overlord's Court (Boundary), Gate of Eternal Calamity, Heaven's Will, Kunlun Wonderland (Domain)
Intrinsic Characteristics: Magical Power (Control)
Staring at his updated panel, Arthur nodded calmly.
Leaving aside the equipment and props, nothing had changed significantly except for the addition of a Magic Holy Grail.
By contrast, talents and skills had shifted considerably.
Because the Heroic Spirit Records had returned to their original form, much of the information was consolidated. The four intuitive max-level Charm talents had merged into three. Though the number had decreased, their effects were not diminished—if anything, they had grown stronger. However—
"Directly maxed out?" Arthur's eyes twitched.
The three talents [Dynasty Blessing], [Dragon Soul], and [Divinity] had originally reached their maximum levels. Yet after their integration into [Dragon Soul Dynasty Lord] and [Holy Body], their levels dropped to 80 and 24 respectively.
Even so, their abilities had not weakened. In fact, the restructuring broke the static limits of the talents, granting them room to evolve further.
Still, the comparison left one thing glaringly obvious.
"Just how absurd is this King's natural charm?" Arthur muttered, exasperated by a talent he found completely unnecessary.
Next came the skills.
[Holy King], [God King], and [Divinity] had merged into [Emperor of Heaven], immediately raised to MAX level.
Even after the fusion, Arthur could feel his control over the British Dynasty tighten and deepen. His only regret was that his divinity had not vanished in the process. Instead, it fused even more deeply into his being, strengthening his divine aura further.
Then came the key point: [Supernatural Power].
Formed by combining [Word Spirit] and [Telekinesis], it had once been Arthur's trump card in the Holy Grail War—allowing him to interfere with Gilgamesh's battle and achieve solid results.
But now, after returning to his original form, he discovered that not only had the skill's level dropped sharply, but the mental interference of [Word Spirit] and the raw force of [Telekinesis] had both weakened. On the other hand, the integration had introduced something new: physical interference at a fundamental level, along with subtler manipulation of mental energy.
Previously, Arthur could only manipulate living creatures through hypnosis, directly implanting commands into their brains. Now, his words themselves could twist natural phenomena.
Likewise, his telekinesis, once nothing more than a rough invisible hand, could now penetrate and analyze matter—shattering it from within.
Take paper, for example. Before, he could only tear or crumple it through external force. Now, he could decompose it into particles invisible to the naked eye.
Though the skill's current level remained low, with its limits still uncertain, the potential was terrifying.
Imagine a future where a single word could create or destroy worlds. By breaking matter into atoms, then down to protons and neutrons, then reassembling them into elementary particles—could one not approach the realm of creation itself?
Of course, for now this remained only a hypothesis.
In Arthur's view, [Supernatural Power] would need at least two further integrations and evolutions to even approach that level.
Then—
Arthur summoned the Holy Grail.
It resembled the one Morgan had obtained: luxurious, mysterious, and radiant with false sanctity. Yet Arthur knew full well that the cup in his hands was anything but holy. It brimmed with malice capable of destroying the world.
This malevolence clung to it like a curse, a poison to all living things.
Only his divine status kept it temporarily restrained.
"The core should be the Third Magic—the Heaven's Feel, the embodiment of the soul. With that, immortality and eternal life would be trivial. What a pity. Without the curse, it might have had some value." Arthur shook his head and sealed the Grail away as though discarding trash.
Had it been a pure Heaven's Cup, it could have benefited Britain.
But now, filled with black mud, it was useless.
Purification wasn't impossible, but the Grail had absorbed sixty years of magical energy from the earth's veins. The sheer mass of power was inseparable from the curse. To purify it would strip away nearly all its magic, leaving only a seed of the Third Magic.
Not worth the cost.
There was nothing more pitiful than a treasure rendered tasteless.
Without the curse, Arthur might even have placed a wish upon it.
For instance, to rid himself of his abnormal charm.
Otherwise, did people really think he wore a hood out of preference?
It was humiliating!
The moment he revealed his face, anyone who saw him would instantly fall under his spell, reduced to a mindless servant. It was tolerable in Britain, already steeped in despair, but in other worlds it made him feel less like a king and more like some incomprehensible Outer God—unknowable, irresistible.
What kind of absurdity was this?
Wait. Wishes…
Arthur froze, an audacious thought striking him.
A short while later, the man named Draven entered, his traitorous face set in a dutiful expression. "Your Majesty, today's documents have been—"
"Oh, I see. Leave them. I'll handle it shortly." Arthur, shedding his usual listlessness, suddenly brimmed with interest.
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Half a year passed.
Sixth year of the British Dynasty.
Nestled in Miss Killer Whale's arms, enjoying her expert "massage," Arthur sorted documents with swift efficiency.
"Hah~ Done. Well… I don't have much hope, but let's move forward with it anyway." Arthur raised his eyebrows, glancing at Kay behind him.
Kay understood instantly. "Ms. Manaka is still in her room… she has no intention of meeting anyone."
Arthur's disappointment flickered, though faintly.
She had secluded herself for more than half a year now. He didn't mind if Manaka continued her solitude.
After all, after what had happened—even Merry would probably abandon herself to despair for a time before putting on her smile again.
Still, her condition had improved somewhat. He would comfort her later.
Meanwhile, in a closed chamber within the castle, a girl shut her clairvoyance, threw herself onto her bed, and rolled around in delight.
Wonderful. Tonight, I'll be alone with the prince again!
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