Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 13: Are You Here to Attend Your Sister’s Wedding?

Although this was their first silent exchange through eye contact, Lot clearly understood the message Morgan was conveying.

[I gave you these ideas?]

[When did I ever give you these ideas?]

[Why would I bother with such things?]

[Even if it's just appointing officials, this would still cut into a huge portion of the nobility’s interests. Without reforms, noble families use official appointments as a way to place their second sons, illegitimate children, or even sell positions outright. If these positions were instead given to farmers, of course, the nobles would be upset. Even if it doesn’t make them outright oppose the king, they will definitely target the person who proposed it. Just think about Shang Yang’s fate.]

Shang Yang?

Who is that?

Did he do something similar to what I’m doing?

And… What was his fate?

This name doesn’t sound British or Roman. Where did it come from?

Morgan listened to Lot’s thoughts, growing curious about his last remark.

But she had already understood the main point of his concerns.

He was worried that her actions would be thankless and could even put her in danger.

Heh, thanks for your concern, you shameless dog.

But I am destined to become the ruler of Camelot. Even if the nobles oppose me, I will suppress them.

Your ideas are excellent, and I will ensure they are fully implemented.

Morgan turned her gaze to her father and continued speaking.

"Hmm, simply offering official positions won’t be enough. In addition, we should establish specialized officials to manage agricultural affairs. Also, we need to encourage land cultivation and provide farmers with low-interest or even interest-free loans so they have the funds to purchase farming equipment and supplies."

She looked straight at King Uther as she spoke.

Her words made sense to him, though they were somewhat unconventional.

Hearing them, Uther couldn’t help but recall something Merlin had told him before—that Morgan had the potential to lead Britain in a new direction.

It could be good.

It could be bad.

But how had Morgan come up with these ideas?

She had been by his side for years, yet she had never shown such thoughts before.

—Well, as long as it benefited Britain, he would support it.

Morgan couldn’t hear Uther’s thoughts. But she could see Lot’s utterly shocked expression beside her.

[What is this? Wait— She did observe the farmers before, but I never discussed these details with her. How does she know all this— and how is she using it so well?]

[Morgan, my wife, you’re amazing!]

[Is she a mind reader? How does she know everything I think?]

[Well, whatever. At this point, we've already offended the nobles enough. Providing loans will just add a few more enemies. Besides, we’re in Orkney—Camelot’s nobles can’t do anything here, right?]

Shameless dog, who are you calling a mind reader?

I’m your wife!

And while Camelot’s nobles may not come here, that doesn’t mean we won’t go there.

"Hmm, alright, I will keep all of this in mind," Uther said to Morgan. "In the near future, we may go to war with King Vortigern. When that time comes, I will need you and King Lot to assist us in our defense."

This was the real reason Uther had summoned them.

He wanted to observe Morgan’s abilities closely.

This would help him decide who would inherit Camelot’s throne.

"Of course, we will give our full support."

Though Lot was still astonished by Morgan’s insights, he quickly composed himself and responded to Uther.

Orkney was an independent kingdom, but it still relied on Camelot. Setting aside his personal relationship with Morgan, Uther was technically his superior. Fighting against Vortigern was also in his own best interest.

[So don’t worry, my lord—your dear son-in-law will definitely help you!]

"…"

Morgan didn’t even know what to say anymore.

Just what kind of messed-up family hierarchy was this?

Fine, let them be happy.

Right now, the most important thing was for her and Lot to lead their forces and defeat Vortigern.

If they won the battle, then with the prestige they gained, even the traditional nobles who opposed her becoming the ruler would have no choice but to accept it.

So, whether it was for the people of Camelot and Orkney, for her father, or for herself and Lot, she had to fight this battle well.

After receiving a satisfactory response, King Uther smiled at Lot and Morgan and said, "Well then, I won’t disturb you any longer. Newlyweds find it most annoying to be interrupted."

Lot and Morgan’s expressions became somewhat unnatural at those words.

But recalling how Artoria was conceived, Lot suddenly had no expectations for Uther’s sense of propriety.

Morgan, standing beside him, couldn’t help but glance at him curiously.

What does that mean—"how Artoria was conceived"?

If I can figure out how my dear sister came into existence, then maybe I can find out where she is.

Damn it, stop leaving things half-said!

That’s so frustrating.

People who cut off stories at the worst moments— Those are the worst.

Morgan suddenly had the urge to grab Lot by the collar and shake him until he explained everything.

But she couldn’t show it.

So, feeling a little stifled inside, she followed Lot out of the room while putting on a cheerful expression.

Ugh…

Morgan allowed Lot to hold her hand as they walked out.

At this moment, she still wanted to probe Lot’s thoughts, but she felt drained. It seemed she had almost reached her limit for the day, so she couldn’t read his mind any further.

She could only rely on whatever he happened to think out loud.

Once outside, Lot turned to her and said, "Alright, we’ve finished our visit with Father-in-law. Let’s go back to the bedroom!"

Morgan's eyes widened in shock.

Shameless dog, what did you just say?!

You don’t mean you want to do it again, do you?!

I mean, it was really nice and all, but doing too much of that can kill people!

I’m just an ordinary magician, not a knight! My physical endurance isn’t that high!

"A-Ah, there’s no need for that…" Morgan muttered softly.

"Hmm? You don’t need to rest? I was actually thinking that since you stayed up all night, you should get some proper sleep. But if you really don’t need to, then I can give you the castle’s account books now and introduce you to the butler and maids. That way, you can start managing them properly in the future."

Hearing this, Morgan’s face instantly turned bright red.

So… I misunderstood?!

"I-I think I do need to sleep for a bit," she quickly said.

"Oh, alright then," Lot responded warmly, nodding in agreement.

Just as Morgan thought she had gotten away with it, Lot suddenly tilted his head curiously and asked, "Wait, did you just misunderstand what I meant when I say we should go back to our room?"

"…"

Morgan had the overwhelming urge to strangle her husband.

"You seem pretty energetic to me. How about you go handle the castle affairs while I rest alone?"

She spoke quickly and then turned on her heels, making a swift escape toward their bedroom.

"Ah, wait—"

Lot immediately caught up and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Obviously, I'm putting my wife to sleep!" Lot replied without a hint of guilt.

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In the end, though, Morgan still went to rest alone.

She insisted that Lot focus on handling government affairs first.

After watching Morgan fall asleep, Lot prepared to deal with Orkney's administrative matters.

Of course, before that, he gave instructions for the kitchen to prepare a delicious meal for Morgan so that he could personally bring it to her when she woke up.

As a good husband, Lot upheld his principles—his wife must be properly spoiled.

After having the officials bring him the documents, Lot got ready to handle government affairs.

At that moment, he suddenly felt his "cheat" activate again.

A fisherman never comes back empty-handed.

Once again, it was time to go fishing.

And this time, Lot had a feeling that his ability had significantly upgraded—it was noticeably different from before.

What exactly changed?

Lot decided to check for himself.

Finding a secluded place, he re-entered the River of Time.

As he opened his eyes, he saw the same river shimmering with mysterious light.

However, compared to last time, he could tell that the river had become much deeper—its depths now seemed more profound.

If the water is deeper… Does that mean the fish are bigger?

Would he now be able to catch even more valuable "fish"?

Of course, these weren’t actual fish—what he could fish out were powerful artifacts and abilities.

Lot picked up his fishing rod and stepped toward the River of Time.

As he walked, he had a sudden realization.

Where is this place?

This is the Nasuverse.

That meant the River of Time shouldn’t just yield mundane objects without magic. Instead, it should contain magical artifacts and legendary relics from across the Nasuverse.

If I can fish out something truly powerful, my strength will improve drastically.

Lot knew that while he was a decent knight, he wasn’t extraordinarily strong.

His greatest "ability," according to his body's natural talents, was… having children.

Aside from that, his only other asset was his handsome face.

So, if he could fish out some valuable resources to aid his training, it would be a massive boost.

Moreover, since this was the Nasuverse, his previous assumptions about fishing materials were completely wrong.

He had initially believed that in this era, the best fishing rods could only be made from flexible wood, which limited their durability. This, in turn, restricted the kind of objects he could pull from the river.

But in the Nasuverse, he could definitely find much stronger and more resilient materials for a fishing rod—allowing him to catch far more powerful items.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll fish up a mountain of treasure.

If he gets enough, he might not even lose to Gilgamesh in wealth.

With this ambitious thought, Lot lifted his fishing rod and cast it into the River of Time.

A fisherman never comes back empty-handed—activate!

Lot felt the line sink deep into the river… and soon enough, he felt a catch.

Quickly, he pulled it up.

What appeared in his hands was—

A handgun.

Holy crap, this is a jackpot!

Seeing the gun, Lot immediately perked up.

This would be an absolute game-changer on the battlefield.

Imagine dueling someone with a sword, then suddenly pulling out a gun and taking them by surprise.

Unlike later historical periods, where swordsmen eventually learned to beware of firearms, this era had zero awareness of guns.

Which meant his sneak attacks would be even more effective.

Wait a minute… something seemed off.

This gun wasn’t just an ordinary firearm.

And the twenty-nine bullets that came with it… why did they look so familiar?

No way…

If this was what he thought it was, then he had just obtained a deadly weapon against magi.

If he used it against a magician…

Lot quickly stored the gun away, his heart racing with excitement.

But the moment he did, he felt the River of Time pushing him out.

He knew his time here was up.

Before leaving, however, he received a new message from the River of Time.

The entry conditions had changed.

Previously, Lot could enter as long as he had gathered enough energy.

But now, he could only enter if he was in a state of peace.

If he was currently engaged in war or conflict, he would be unable to access it.

Damn it.

This made Lot even more determined to stop Morgan from causing trouble.

Wife, please, just behave.

Once I fish up more treasures, our life will be far better than your sister Artoria’s.

With this thought, Lot left the River of Time.

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Stepping outside, he gazed into the distance.

Down on the castle grounds, he noticed a young man and a boy looking around curiously.

The boy had golden hair and an impressive air of confidence.

‘What the hell? Why is she here?’

Seeing the boy, Lot was taken aback.

Damn, are you here to attend your sister’s wedding?