Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 6: Pixiv

Merlin had departed, carrying Morgan’s message to King Uther.

"Heh, that old scoundrel Merlin may be annoying, but he’s not one to talk nonsense."

"Since he agreed to this task, he’ll definitely see it through."

A satisfied smirk spread across Morgan’s face.

She wanted her father to value her more.

Regardless of how truthful Lot’s inner thoughts were… regardless of whether her supposed sister actually existed…

As long as she could make Camelot stronger, she would be the one and only rightful heir to the throne.

"And all of this… it’s thanks to Lot."

She whispered the words softly.

If not for Lot, she never would have thought of such a method to help Camelot prosper.

And if not for him, she wouldn’t have known about the existence of her sister.

At least now, when the time came, she wouldn’t be caught completely off guard.

Unfortunately…

She had already used up her three chances to hear his thoughts for the day.

She had no way of prying further into her sister’s existence—not today, at least.

Speaking of Lot…

Morgan suddenly remembered something.

"This morning, when he first saw me, what was the first thing on his mind…?"

"Wasn’t he thinking about giving me something?"

"Something he was too embarrassed to hand over?"

"What was it…?"

Curious.

Very curious.

With that thought, Morgan quietly crept toward Lot’s tent.

As she moved, she cast a simple illusion spell, ensuring the soldiers around her wouldn’t notice her presence.

A girl sneaking around a man’s tent was still far less scandalous than the other way around…

But—

If she got caught?

It would be humiliating.

Her reputation among the soldiers would plummet.

‘I am your future queen. The ruler of Camelot—of all Britannia.’

‘This kind of embarrassing history must never exist.’

With that in mind, Morgan reached Lot’s tent and peeked inside.

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Inside Lot’s Tent

Lot was packing his belongings.

In his hands, he held a booklet—about the length of a forearm.

It looked very well-made.

‘Is this the gift he wanted to give me?’

Morgan thought to herself as she observed quietly.

Her eyes traveled over the cover.

It was… a drawing.

Wait.

That face looked very familiar.

Morgan stared at it for a few seconds.

Then—

She realized.

The main character of the illustrations…

Was her.

Unable to contain her shock, Morgan suddenly appeared beside Lot.

"What is that?!"

She demanded.

Lot jumped in surprise.

"How did you get in here?!"

He immediately shoved the booklet behind his back, visibly flustered.

Damn it!

How did she sneak in?!

Yesterday night, Lot had fished something out from the River of Time.

But, the thing that was being fished out was just an artbook.

A beautifully illustrated artbook.

And the main character?

Morgan.

To be precise—

It was an anime-style Morgan.

A high-quality, professionally printed Morgan art collection from Pixiv—yes, that Pixiv.

Upon receiving the artbook, Lot found himself in a moral predicament.

Destroying it?

Too wasteful.

Keeping it?

Too risky.

After all, he shared a bed every night with his wife, Morgan.

Hiding a secret collection of her illustrations under the same roof?

Impossible.

Should he just give it to Morgan?

But…

While the artbook was technically "safe for work,"

Anyone familiar with Pixiv knows…

As long as it doesn't cross the censorship threshold, it's still considered "normal."

And well—

Most of the drawings depicted Morgan in rather suggestive poses.

If she saw this…

She would definitely get angry.

That was why Lot had been agonizing over what to do with it.

But—

Now, the choice was no longer his.

Morgan had already caught him red-handed.

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Seeing Lot’s panicked expression, Morgan’s initial embarrassment faded.

‘Forget it, forget it.’

‘I’m his wife.’

‘An artbook about one's own wife? That’s actually… kind of normal.’

‘At least he’s not obsessed with other women.’

She thought to herself.

Then, she calmly asked:

"Does that entire book contain illustrations?"

Lot, still flustered, nodded.

"Y-yeah."

Morgan’s lips curled into a smile.

Lot was confused.

‘Why is she smiling? Shouldn’t she be mad?’

The answer was simple.

Morgan had figured something out.

‘Based on the quality of the illustrations, it must have taken a long time to complete a full book like this.’

‘That means he’s been secretly paying attention to me for quite a while.’

‘And that panicked expression of his? It’s actually… kinda cute.’

As Lot’s fiancée,

And considering how handsome he was,

Morgan had already developed a small sense of fondness for him.

Now, knowing he had spent so much time admiring her,

She didn’t feel angry at all.

Instead—

She felt a sweet sense of being cherished.

Sometimes, attraction really does come down to looks.

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Meanwhile—

Lot and Morgan had already set off on their journey.

And it took only a few days for Merlin to reunite with King Uther.

Merlin faithfully delivered Morgan’s proposal to the king, even adding some of his own suggestions.

Although these changes could disrupt his own prophecies, Merlin was not the type to desperately cling to fate.

In fact, he preferred when people found ways to break free from it.

After hearing the proposal, King Uther was astonished.

"You’re saying… my daughter came up with this?!"

He turned to Merlin in disbelief.

"Of course," Merlin nodded.

"This is… a brilliant idea!"

"The key to strengthening an army is to first make the farmers wealthy."

"We must implement this immediately!"

King Uther paced around the room, thinking.

"Yes, most of what we’re offering are just government positions."

"The nobles won’t oppose it too strongly."

After a moment, he paused and looked at Merlin.

"It seems my daughter possesses great political wisdom as well."

"Merlin… do you think I might have made a mistake in my past decisions?"