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Chapter 14: An Unforeseen Path

Regardless of how many sons and daughters King Uther had in history, Lot was certain that in this world, Uther had only two daughters.

One was his wife, Morgan.

The other was none other than the legendary King Arthur—Artoria Pendragon.

Of course, Artoria herself did not yet know that she was Uther’s daughter or that she was Lot’s sister-in-law.

She had probably come here simply to see the world alongside her adoptive father and brother.

Hmm, her adoptive father didn’t hold a particularly high status.

There was a good chance that the old scammer Merlin had a hand in arranging this situation.

‘If I remember correctly, in the original history, Merlin didn’t cause any trouble during my wedding with Morgan. But now… things seem to be getting complicated.’

Lot thought to himself.

Merlin was infamous—Britain’s greatest trickster.

It wasn’t just that he was powerful; his clairvoyance was what made him truly troublesome.

Prophetic abilities were one of the most annoying things to deal with.

And even worse—he was untouchable.

Even though Lot knew Merlin had this ability, there wasn’t much he could do.

Simply put, he wasn’t strong enough to deal with Merlin.

Even if he tried sneaking in a surprise bullet, there was little chance it would work.

Merlin was one of the strongest people on the entire island of Britain.

Morgan might stand a chance if she eventually became the ruler of Britain.

But for now, even she wasn’t his match.

And since Merlin was Artoria’s teacher, he would undoubtedly support her as the next ruler.

This was a huge problem.

Lot thought to himself, ‘The best course of action is to avoid competing with Artoria for the throne. Instead, I’ll bide my time and prepare for the future. With the River of Time at my disposal, as long as I have enough time, I can accumulate enough power to surpass them all.’

‘Forget just Britain—one day, I’ll have all of Europe."

His cheat, “A fisherman never comes back empty-handed,” had just given him a gun specifically designed to counter magi.

If he could keep using this ability, he would surely acquire even more powerful artifacts.

Who knew? Maybe he’d even fish up a Noble Phantasm.

Or, if he got really lucky…

A Gundam.

Maybe even some future technology.

If that happened, he wouldn’t just be playing Europa Universalis anymore—he’d be upgrading straight to Stellaris.

Lot carefully observed Kay and Artoria down below, contemplating his next steps.

For now, he would relax with Morgan and wait for the right moment.

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"A good nap really helps with recovery."

Morgan had only slept for a short while before waking up.

She had slept well—last night’s exhaustion was mostly gone.

"I wonder what that perverted dog of a husband is up to now?"

Morgan sat up and stretched.

The thin blanket slid off her body, revealing her elegant yet irresistibly alluring figure.

A sight only she and Lot were privileged to see.

"Now that I’m awake, I should go see what that pervert is up to. He better not be flirting with some other girl."

Morgan scrunched her delicate, high-bridged nose slightly and clenched her small fist as she muttered to herself.

She changed into her black and blue gown, which—no matter how you looked at it—seemed far from proper royal attire.

Atop her head, she placed a small crown, the symbol of her status as the Lady of Orkney.

This crown signified her legitimate authority as ruler.

And likewise, if she ever became the Queen of Camelot, Lot would share the same ruling rights as her.

The West was different from the East.

In the East, every inch of land had to be conquered through war.

In the West, you could claim an entire kingdom simply through marriage.

Dressed and ready, Morgan asked her maids where Lot was before making her way toward his study.

‘Might as well take a look at Orkney’s government affairs while I’m at it. That way, I won’t be completely lost when I handle things myself.’

As she walked, she mentally planned her next steps.

Morgan walked a few steps before arriving at Lot’s study.

She pushed open the door—only to find Lot staring downward, his gaze fixed on something below.

Huh!?

What was this?

That lecherous mutt—was he actually checking someone out!?

Earlier, Morgan had playfully teased Lot about flirting with other girls, but deep down, she had an unshakable confidence in him.

Sure, he was pervy, but only toward her.

He would never go after another woman.

Instead, she was more concerned about whether someone else was trying to seduce Lot.

Having a handsome husband was a problem sometimes.

But now, looking at his serious expression, he didn’t seem to be ogling someone.

Instead, he was… watching something?

What exactly?

Morgan walked over and stood beside Lot.

“Lot, what are you looking at?”

Her boots had heels, and with her naturally tall figure, she was now about the same height as Lot.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, she followed his gaze.

And there—she saw them.

Artoria and her adoptive brother Kay were down below, curiously looking around.

Morgan studied them carefully.

Hmm…

Kay, the one in front, was kind of handsome.

But compared to my perverted mutt of a husband standing next to me?

Not even close.

Skipping over him.

As for the one behind him…

From a man’s perspective, that one hadn’t really grown into their looks yet—at best, they were a bit delicate-looking.

But—

But why did they feel so familiar to her?

A deep, inexplicable sense of closeness.

Yet, at the same time—

Disgust.

What was this?

Why did she feel both warmth and repulsion toward this boy?

She couldn’t figure it out.

Whatever. Time to ask someone else.

She turned to Lot and asked, "Lot, why are you watching them like this? Do they have some special significance? Also, I felt something strange about that boy—like some kind of deep, special connection."

She explained her feelings to Lot.

Hearing this, Lot couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.

Of course, you feel a special connection.

That’s your biological sister.

If I hadn’t shown up, you two would’ve spent decades trying to kill each other.

Oh, and Mordred would have happened.

—Wait.

[Or rather—now that I’m here, wouldn’t our child also be named Mordred!?]

This final thought rang out loud and clear in his mind.

And it reached Morgan’s ears.

Morgan froze in shock.

What the hell!?

You perverted mutt—what kind of thoughts are these!?

I was asking you about those two people’s identities, and your mind jumps straight to having a kid named Mordred!?

Hold on—

Yesterday, on our wedding night, I overheard the names you were thinking of for our future children.

Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, and Agravain.

That was four already.

And today, you’re adding Mordred to the list.

That’s five.

We’ve been married for just two days, and you’re already planning for five kids!?

At this rate—what will it be in a few years!?

A chill ran down Morgan’s spine.

Forget about those two people's identities—right now, her husband’s sheer determination to fill their house with children was the real issue!

Wait— why does she look scared all of a sudden?

Lot was confused.

What’s going on?

He decided to just explain who those two were and clear things up.

After thinking for a moment, Lot spoke to Morgan.

"Morgan, I was just watching those two because they have impressive skills, so I looked at them a few times."

Artoria’s abilities were undeniable.

Although she had not yet drawn the Sword in the Stone to become King Arthur, she had received rigorous training under Sir Ector, making her exceptionally skilled.

As for her adoptive brother Kay, he would later hold an important position among the Knights of the Round Table.

Even among them, his combat prowess ranked near the top.

So Lot’s words about them having great skills were not just casual praise—they were absolutely true.

Hearing Lot’s response, Morgan nodded slightly.

Hmm… if even my pervy mutt of a husband thinks their skills are impressive…

Then—

Morgan’s eyes flickered as an idea formed in her mind.

"In that case, why don't we recruit them?" she suggested to Lot. "Aren't we preparing to fight Vortigern? These two would be useful in our ranks."

Lot’s eyes widened in shock.

[Recruit them? Well… this is an unexpected turn of events.]

Morgan heard this exact thought from Lot’s mind.

Huh?

Why is he so surprised?

Morgan found it a bit strange.

But she knew that if Lot reacted this way, he must have his reasons.

Whatever. Let’s just recruit them first and figure out the details later.

"Come, let's go talk to them."

Morgan reached out and took Lot’s hand, leading him down toward them.

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"Brother, King Lot’s castle is magnificent. I wonder what King Uther's court in Camelot is like?"

Artoria looked around, speaking to Kay with admiration in her voice.

She had never imagined that she would one day attend the wedding of Princess Morgan, daughter of King Uther.

Just a short while ago, she had been training swordsmanship in the countryside with her adoptive brother, under the guidance of their foster father, Sir Ector, hoping to one day serve King Uther.

The farthest she had ever traveled before was the town market.

But this time, they had been invited—along with Sir Ector—to Morgan’s wedding.

Neither she nor Kay had expected this at all.

However, after hearing Sir Ector’s words about broadening their horizons, they embarked on the journey to Orkney together.

Along the way, Kay and Artoria couldn't help but marvel at the prosperity of Orkney.

Compared to the small town where they lived, it was on a completely different level.

Sir Ector was a noble, but a minor one. His family wealth was limited, and even with his kindness, he couldn't help too many people.

So both Kay and Artoria were well aware of the hardships of commoners.

But here, everyone seemed to be living well.

And then, last night, at Lot and Morgan’s wedding feast, Artoria experienced something even more astonishing.

The food.

She had never seen or tasted such things before.

Even when she asked her well-traveled foster father, he didn’t recognize the dishes either.

But they were delicious.

Last night, Artoria ate until she was completely full.

"King Lot must be an extraordinary ruler. Brother, if we become nobles in the future, we must learn from him."

Artoria spoke to Kay with determination.

"Yes, I agree."

Kay nodded in agreement.

Neither of them had fully matured, but both were confident in their future.

And just as they were thinking about this—

They saw Morgan and Lot approaching them.

Of course, in front of others, Morgan was no longer holding Lot’s hand.

Lot walked slightly ahead, while Morgan walked beside him.

She now wore a black veil covering half of her face, giving her an air of noble elegance and mystery.

Watching them approach, Artoria and Kay panicked slightly.

They had seen Lot and Morgan from afar during the wedding yesterday and knew who they were.

But now, seeing these two walking straight toward them, they couldn't help but wonder if they had done something wrong.

With such a vast difference in status, it was natural to worry about whether they had offended someone.

"Did we do something wrong?"

Kay whispered to Artoria.

"I don’t know… Did I eat too much last night?"

Artoria whispered back, looking slightly guilty.

"...Uh."

For a moment, Kay thought his ‘little brother’ might actually have a point.

But then—

No way.

Even if ‘he’ did eat a bit too much, it wouldn’t be enough to make King Lot personally seek them out.

By this time, Lot and Morgan had reached them.

Kay looked at Lot.

That handsome face made him feel a little ashamed of his own looks.

Not only was King Lot attractive, but he also radiated a powerful charisma.

Meanwhile, Artoria looked at Morgan.

The princess's noble and mysterious presence left her slightly in awe.

Morgan, however, was focused entirely on Artoria's face.

Huh? What’s going on?

Why does this boy… look a bit like me!?

What the hell!?