In the morning, the bright sun shone over the kingdom delicately. The wind calmly howled over the environment, carrying a world-changing aura.
Arthur's decision was a bad one. But he didn't care if this would make him an enemy of the kingdom. The Grand Order were not good people, and after he rescued his sister, he was going to cause as much chaos as he needed.
As a way of preparing, he chose to meditate and gather enough mana for the fight to come. He also used his free time to examine his core and the Will in it. His core had grown stronger thanks to the cursed energy that blended well with the mana in his body. And by merging the two, he no longer needed Miss Catherine's mana to keep the stabilized. It was just for a limited time, but Arthur was capable of drawing out bits of its power and fighting with godlike strength for about ten seconds. Any more than that and a sharp pain would send him screaming in agony.
