Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 8: Come and Struggle With Me!

After observing the farmers for a while, Lot, Morgan, and the others continued moving forward.

Along the way, Morgan finally witnessed Lot’s astonishing talent firsthand.

The fields were flourishing with crops, and the towns were thriving with commerce. As they passed through, Morgan noticed that even the common folk walking along the streets wore natural smiles on their faces.

They seemed to be living comfortable and content lives.

Completely different from the rest of the people on the island of Britain.

To be precise, compared to the people of Orkney, the citizens of other regions could only be described as paupers.

The gap in living standards was simply too vast.

So… did that mean Lot was the type of lord who suppressed his own noble vassals?

Morgan had once thought so.

But after actually meeting those nobles, she realized how very wrong she had been.

Every single one of them rode out in extravagant attire atop fine steeds. Many of them even looked like nouveau riche.

Of course, everyone despised the nouveau riche, saying they lacked refinement and culture. But the truth was, while they might be uncultured… they were really, really rich.

Right now, Morgan felt like she was the one who had just stepped into a grand city straight from the countryside.

She wanted to ask Lot about it.

But just as she was about to speak, she noticed that he was completely engrossed in a book.

Hmm, so Lot enjoys reading quite a bit, huh?

What was he reading?

Morgan wondered to herself.

Then, she noticed that the writing on the book was something she didn’t recognize at all.

Instead of the usual script, the pages were filled with strange square-shaped characters.

What are these? I can’t understand a single word.

She instinctively turned to glance at Lot.

[Damn, the description for the female lead breast is so detailed—]

She heard the words as Lot read to himself.

After listening for a while…

Her face instantly turned bright red.

What… the hell… is this?!

She turned her gaze to Lot, who was lying back on his horse, looking completely serious.

His expression was as if he were reading some deeply insightful military strategy book.

But in reality, he was reading that kind of book.

Morgan watched him for a moment before extending her fair hand and swiftly snatching the book right out of his grasp.

Lot hadn’t been expecting that. His precious book was now in Morgan’s hands, and he could only look at her with a dumbfounded expression.

Huh? What just happened?

Seeing his bewildered face, Morgan shot him a glare and said, “Lot, don’t read while riding. I really don’t want you to fall off and end up crippled.”

"Ahem, well… it was just to pass the time on the road, you know? Alright, alright, I won’t read anymore.”

Lot chuckled awkwardly.

Getting caught reading that kind of book  in front of his fiancée—yeah, that was not a good look.

But thankfully, Morgan couldn’t understand Chinese, so at least he didn’t have to worry about completely embarrassing himself.

Hmm… he’ll have to be more careful in the future.

Can’t let himself get caught again.

Lot made a mental note.

Seeing him heave a sigh of relief, Morgan didn’t even need to read his mind to get a general idea of what he was thinking.

This guy… does he really think she doesn't understand what that book is about?

Yes, she doesn't understand what’s written in it.

But she does understand him, and that’s more than enough.

Lot, this lecherous dog, if only he’d use his intelligence and talent on actual important matters.

Reading these kinds of books is definitely not good for his mental and physical health.

Well, now that she’s here, he won’t have any more chances to read them.

Besides— What's the point of just reading about it?

Wouldn’t looking at her be much better?

On the surface, however, she merely spoke in a calm tone. “From now on, don’t do anything so reckless again.”

“…Alright.”

Lot nodded obediently.

But deep down, an ominous premonition crept over him.

From this day forward… He might never get to read this kind of stuff again.

Nooo, he worked so hard to get his hands on that book…

A look of despair slowly crept onto his face.

Seeing the dejected expression on Lot’s face, Morgan couldn't help but soften a little.

Well… it’s normal for a teenage boy to be curious about this sort of thing, right?

Maybe… maybe she should let him read a little from time to time.

Morgan thought as she glanced at his fair face, lips red and teeth white.

Then, all of a sudden, she realized—Wait. What the hell is she thinking?!

Why does he even need to read those books?!

Isn't she his fiancée?!

She should be way more interesting than any of those stupid books!

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The group continued on their journey.

Soon, they arrived at the castle of Orkney.

“Well, here we are—this is my castle,” Lot said as they stood in front of it.

At the same time, a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

Following his gaze, Morgan turned to look at the castle, eager to see just how impressive it was.

Hmm… the castle is quite new.

It must have been built recently.

The main structure stood about fifteen meters tall, with a fair number of windows.

It looks… decent.

From the outside, it certainly seemed well-built.

But that’s about it.

It was good, but not that good.

To be honest, after seeing the lush farmlands, the bustling trade towns, and the noblemen dressed in all their extravagance, Morgan’s expectations for Lot had been raised sky-high.

And now, finally seeing his actual castle, her reaction was…

That’s it?

It was like someone had been bragging that their kid was the top student in the city, only for you to find out that they had merely gotten into a regular 985 university—not bad, but not that amazing either.

Morgan had already completely forgotten how, before departing, she thought she was being sent off to marry into the countryside—possibly even into some primitive tribal society, where she would have to live off raw meat and drink from animal skins.

Lot had truly shattered her original expectations.

She turned to look at him, curious about what was going through his mind.

[Finally home.]

[Seriously, as a shut-in, being forced to travel around like this is just too much.]

[From now on, I should just stay home and relax.]

[Mmm… once we go inside, Morgan will definitely be impressed.]

—Huh?

Hearing Lot’s thoughts, Morgan's expression turned puzzled.

Is there something special inside?

Also—wait, did he just say he never wants to go out again?!

That’s way too lazy!

Surely your ambitions aren’t just limited to this little Orkney island, right?

With your intelligence and talents, it would be a complete waste to just sit around here!

Since he is her husband now, she won’t let him slack off!

In the future, she’s going to make sure they rule Camelot together, unify all of Britain, and even invade mainland Europe.

They are not going to be confined to this tiny island!

As Morgan was thinking this, Lot had already dismounted and reached out, taking her hand in his.

“Come on, Morgan—let’s go inside.”

“…Alright.”

Morgan placed her hand in his.

The moment their hands touched, both of them felt an electric spark run through them.

And at that moment, they both realized something—

This was the first time they had ever actually touched.

Ah…

Morgan glanced at Lot’s face, then lightly leaped down from her horse.

“Let’s see what’s inside,” she said with a smile.

[Oh my god, this Morgan is so cute!]

Lot shouted internally.

And, of course, Morgan heard it loud and clear.

Hearing his heartfelt praise, she couldn’t help but feel happy.

Then, with the help of the castle’s guards, the massive gates were pushed open.

As they stepped inside, a chorus of voices rang out in unison—

“Welcome back, Your Majesty!”

Morgan glanced around and saw a row of maids and servants lined up in formation.

They were all dressed in matching uniforms, and their synchronized chant of "Welcome, Your Majesty!" echoed through the hall.

Their discipline was quite impressive.

Lot also gave the servants an approving nod.

But at the same time, he felt a bit of regret.

Sigh… everything is great, except… These maids and servants all look way too rugged.

If someone from a JOJO world were to time-travel here, they’d probably be considered delicate and handsome in comparison.

After years of effort, the best he could do was at least make sure they look clean…

Well, at least his hard work has ensured that his people are well-fed now.

In time, the average appearance of the people in his territory will definitely improve!

As Morgan assessed the quality of the servants, she suddenly heard another uniform chant:

"Welcome, Queen Morgan!"

Huh?

Just a few days ago, she was still a princess, and now she’s already a queen?

Hearing the maids address her like that, Morgan found the whole situation somewhat surreal.

But she quickly pushed the thought aside—there was something far more important at hand.

She needed to see for herself what Lot’s castle was truly like.

A well-trained staff alone wasn’t enough to impress her.

She continued observing her surroundings and then…

Huh?

What is all this?!

The dimly lit stone castles she had known—where only candlelight could drive away the darkness—were nowhere to be found.

Instead, sunlight filled every corner of the hall.

She glanced at the ground.

Even though they were near the sea, where the wind constantly carried in moisture, the floor was completely dry.

Moreover, the air was clean—completely free of any foul odor.

Even in her father’s castle, where numerous horses were kept, the seasonal smells were quite unpleasant.

But here? There was nothing.

She lowered her gaze and noticed that the entire floor was covered with thick, luxurious carpets.

Her eyes scanned further.

The staircase was positioned at the side—

It was spiral-shaped.

This was the first time Morgan had ever seen a spiral staircase.

Then, in the main hall, something truly caught her attention—

A mirror.

A mirror that was taller than a person.

Her mouth fell open in shock.

That must have cost a fortune!

No—at this point, it wasn’t even a matter of price anymore.

A mirror of this size—where could you even buy such a thing?!

How did he do it?

Was it magic?

She was well-versed in magic herself and could clearly sense the energy within this castle.

And yet—

There wasn’t the faintest trace of magic involved.

None of these things had been conjured through spells.

Everything here was real.

Morgan could hardly believe her eyes.

She turned to Lot, hoping for an explanation from his inner thoughts.

[Morgan must be completely shocked right now.]

[Heh, I’ve made quite a bit of money over the years.]

[And as a shut-in, I don’t waste my money randomly. I just save up and then go on a buying spree to indulge in my hobbies.]

[Hmm, there are still so many fun things in the castle that I haven’t shown her yet. Hopefully, she won’t get too addicted to them—]

Damn it!

Lot is just bragging to himself instead of actually explaining anything!

She’s standing here, completely dumbfounded, and he’s just gloat in his own head?

How infuriating!

‘And that last part—Lot, don’t act like you’re worried I’ll get addicted, when what you really want is for me to get hooked on these things too!’

‘Do you think I’ll be like you?’

‘I have far greater ambitions than that.’

‘Unlike you, who seems content to just laze around and enjoy life.’

Morgan found it truly strange.

If she only listened to Lot’s inner thoughts, he seemed like a typical spoiled noble boy who just wanted to spend his days eating, drinking, and having fun.

And yet—his actions had transformed Orkney into a place completely different from the rest of Britain.

He’s just a little lazy, that’s all.

‘But don’t you worry, you little scoundrel.’

‘Now that I’m here, I won’t let all that intelligence of yours go to waste.’

‘I’ll make sure you put it to good use.’

‘There’s no slacking off under my watch!’

Thinking of this, Morgan smiled even more brightly.

Lot suddenly shivered.

Hurriedly, he changed the topic.

“Let’s go eat. I’ve already asked the chefs to prepare our specialty dishes for you to try.”

Speaking of food—back when he fished that British Cooking Encyclopedia out of the river of time, he had thought he had hit the jackpot.

But by the time he got his hands on it, the book had been reduced to just a few pages.

And upon flipping through it—

Page 1: Fish and Chips.

Page 2: Chips and Fish.

Page 3: Fried Fish.

Page 4: Chips.

And finally, the last page—at long last, something different.

Stargazy Pie.

Recalling this tragic moment, Lot shuddered.

Thankfully, before transmigrating, he had at least learned some proper cooking skills—otherwise, he might have starved to death.

“So,” Lot said with a smile, “let’s go enjoy a meal together. I hope you’ll like our local cuisine.”

Morgan nodded.

“As long as it’s not that red crop—the one that’s too spicy—I can eat it.”

Lot immediately reassured her.

“Of course, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Morgan disliked spicy food, so naturally, Lot wouldn’t serve it to her.

Not even as a joke.

Because a joke is only funny if both sides laugh.

If only one person is enjoying it—then it’s just a prank.

And pranking his own wife for no reason?

That would be downright despicable.