Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 12: Morgan—"Lot, You're the One Who Told Me All This!"

"Oh my, up so early? Now that's a surprise."

Standing at the entrance of King Uther's chambers, Lot and Morgan spotted Merlin approaching from the other side of the hallway. Upon seeing them, he smirked and teased them playfully, his eyes full of mischief.

After all, who gets up early on the second day of their wedding?

Most newlyweds wouldn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky—assuming they even got out of bed before hunger forced them to.

But here were Lot and Morgan, up early and already visiting King Uther. It was unexpected, to say the least.

Seeing Merlin’s teasing expression, Morgan immediately felt embarrassed.

Her father had been right—this Merlin was indeed an incorrigible scoundrel.

Instinctively, she glanced at Lot to see how he would react.

Would he feel embarrassed after being teased like this?

If he said something inappropriate, she would have to find a way to smooth things over.

She had to admit, that had definitely brought them closer. Compared to Merlin, there was no question—she would stand by Lot's side without hesitation.

"King Uther summoned me for an important matter, so I came to pay my respects as soon as the wedding was over," Lot replied calmly, his expression unwavering. "Court Magus Merlin, does His Majesty have time to see us now?"

Morgan observed his composed demeanor with curiosity.

[Merlin has no emotions at all. If I hadn’t already figured this out myself, I never would’ve known. I have to admit, he's an incredible actor.]

[If there were an award for the best actor in this era, it would undoubtedly go to Merlin. He feels nothing, yet he can perfectly imitate the expressions and emotions he’s supposed to show. His ability to read and manipulate people is terrifying.]

Huh?

What did Lot just say?

Was all of this an act?

Merlin doesn’t have emotions at all?

Hearing this, Morgan was genuinely shocked.

If the man standing before her truly lacked emotions, then in some ways, he was far more dangerous than anyone else.

[Morgan’s tragedy is, in many ways, inseparable from Merlin. He was one of the strongest supporters of Artoria's rise to power.]

‘Artoria's rise?’ Morgan frowned slightly. ‘Who is Artoria? Could it be my younger sister?’

She made a mental note to keep a close eye on this matter.

If she ever encountered this "Artoria," she would definitely assess whether this so-called sibling truly had the power to replace her as the ruler of Camelot.

The Britain of this era should be hers to command.

Whether it was Merlin or her mysterious younger sister—both would eventually become her subjects.

Now, how could she get more information from Lot about her sister?

What does this perverted mutt like?

Oh right, he has some questionable tastes.

Wait... does that mean I have to agree to those kinds of actions?

W-What?! That’s way too embarrassing!

Morgan blushed as she recalled the things Lot had imagined last night when he got excited.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to rid herself of those thoughts.

"Of course, His Majesty has time," Merlin nodded slightly.

As he watched Morgan’s reaction, he couldn’t understand why she suddenly shook her head so forcefully.

But that didn't affect him.

"He has been eagerly awaiting your arrival, King Lot."

"Then I will go see King Uther now."

Lot quickly responded to Merlin.

"Very well!"

With a gesture of invitation, Merlin led Lot and Morgan into Uther's chamber.

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Uther had been waiting for them.

As he watched the handsome young man and the beautiful young woman walk in together, his gaze instinctively fell on Morgan.

A mixture of emotions washed over him—happiness and a sigh of regret.

He was happy because his daughter had married well.

Lot was not only handsome and of noble birth, but most importantly, his interactions with Morgan suggested that he had a good temperament as well.

If Morgan could find happiness, that was enough to bring Uther peace of mind.

Though their marriage had been a political arrangement, he had never wished for his daughter to suffer. Now, seeing them together, it seemed to be a match that pleased everyone.

That was good.

Knowing the state of his own health, Uther felt relieved—when his time came, there would be someone to take care of Morgan.

But the sigh came from another concern—who should he name as Camelot’s next ruler?

The supernatural power that once ran in his lineage had seemingly vanished with him. Neither Morgan nor Artoria had inherited it. For them, leadership and governance would be far more critical than raw might.

Artoria had been raised by Sir Ector and guided by Merlin, ensuring she would be well-prepared. But on the other hand, Morgan’s recent suggestions had been incredibly effective, and Lot was also a strong candidate.

Choosing between the two…

It was difficult.

Uther sighed again.

It was good to have talented children, but when they were both exceptional, it became a headache.

Unfortunately, a kingdom wasn't like a family inheritance—it couldn't simply be divided in half.

At least his body could hold on for a little longer. And with Morgan by his side, he could now take steps he previously wouldn’t have dared to.

This period would be the perfect time to test both Morgan and Artoria—to see who was truly fit to rule.

With that thought in mind, he turned to Morgan and said:

"Morgan, now that you’re here, you can explain in detail what you proposed to Merlin and me earlier—your idea about rewarding agricultural efforts. Encouraging farmers by granting them official titles is an interesting approach. Tell me, do you have any further refinements to this plan?"

Morgan remained calm, but beside her, Lot's eyes widened in shock.

Wait, what?

Where did Morgan learn all this from?

Who gave her these ideas?

Lot instinctively turned to look at Morgan.

Seeing his astonishment, Morgan smirked with satisfaction.

She didn’t even need to hear his inner thoughts to know exactly what was going through his mind.

She blinked at him playfully, her eyes full of amusement.

Lot, all of these ideas… were ones you told me yourself!