Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 16: How Do You Even Know About OL Outfits?

"Yes, Lady Morgan wants us to become knights under King Lot. We're planning to discuss this with our father first. Hehe, our talent must be exceptional if even Lady Morgan personally came to recruit us. Merlin, it seems you were wrong about us before!"

Since they were no longer in front of Lot and Morgan, Kay relaxed significantly. Looking at Merlin, he reverted to his usual casual and sharp-tongued demeanor.

"Well, no one can truly predict the future," Merlin replied with a smile, completely unfazed.

"So, what do you think? Should we accept?" Kay asked Merlin.

Merlin put on a thoughtful expression for a moment before quickly responding,
"Hmm… That’s hard to say. It depends on what you want."

"Then we'll go consult our father. If he has no objections, we will pledge our service to King Lot," Kay stated.

"Sounds good! The food at Lot’s place is excellent. If you do end up serving him, he’ll surely provide you with plenty of delicious meals. When that happens, make sure to bring some over for me when I drop by!" Merlin said with a mischievous grin.

"That would go against the knight’s code. I won’t stoop to your level," Kay refused firmly.

"Yes, teacher, stealing food is something a true knight must never do," Artoria agreed wholeheartedly with her foster brother.

The knight’s code was secondary—what mattered was that food was important!

"You two are breaking my heart," Merlin said, putting on an exaggeratedly ‘heartbroken’ expression.

After that, he told Kay and Artoria where they could find Sir Ector and then turned to leave.

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After parting ways, Merlin went straight back to see King Uther.

"What’s wrong? Did something happen to Artoria?" Uther asked as soon as he saw Merlin rush in.

"Your Majesty, there’s a slight… complication," Merlin nodded.

"What complication?"

Uther still had high hopes for Artoria, so upon hearing that there was an issue, he immediately asked with concern.

"Your daughter is about to become your daughter's knight," Merlin replied.

"…Huh?"

Uther was momentarily stunned.

What are you even talking about?

Wait.

Suddenly, Uther realized what Merlin meant.

Damn it! Morgan is trying to recruit Artoria as her knight!

"This isn't what you predicted!" Uther demanded.

"Oh, it's just a minor deviation," Merlin replied nonchalantly.

Seeing Merlin’s indifferent attitude, Uther pressed further, "So what should we do next?"

"Hmm? Just let things run their course. In the end, it will all come down to your decision, Your Majesty," Merlin answered.

"So you're just dodging responsibility?"

"Your Majesty, I just remembered—I haven’t had lunch yet. I’ll go eat now!" Merlin blurted out.

And with that, in the blink of an eye, he vanished from Uther’s sight.

Uther was left speechless.

"…I swear..."

He finally understood that his previous advice to Morgan—"If a beautiful woman ever speaks to Merlin, she should never believe a single word he says"—was an understatement.

No one should ever believe a single word Merlin says!

Shaking his head, Uther muttered to himself in a comforting tone,

"Well, at least Artoria is with Morgan. The situation isn’t too dangerous, and some experience will do her good."

With that, Uther felt his body weakening further. He realized that the war against Vortigern was likely the last battle he would ever fight.

Although, according to Merlin's prophecy, he had no real chance of completely defeating Vortigern, all of Merlin's previous prophecies had failed. So maybe he still had a chance to defeat Vortigern.

A surge of ambition rose in King Uther’s heart as he prepared for the upcoming war.

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"These are all documents from Orkney. Don't underestimate our small territory—there's actually a lot to handle every day."

Inside the study, Lot cheerfully picked up a stack of documents and placed them in Morgan’s hands.

[It’s been years, but finally, someone is here to help me! Go, Morgan! You got this! Meanwhile, I'll figure out how to make you a proper office lady uniform so you can really look like a professional queen.]

He thought excitedly.

Morgan was speechless.

This man… when it comes to slacking off, he never slacks off.

And that OL uniform…

Morgan thought about it and suddenly recalled the illustrations she had seen in the artbook from that time.

There were designs for OL uniforms in it.

That kind of outfit…

A form-fitting skirt hugging the thighs.

And those stockings called pantyhose…

Morgan’s face turned red.

Meanwhile, Lot was still lost in thought.

[Right, when she's handling official duties, I'll be behind her and—]

He was incredibly excited.

Morgan could practically feel how strong Lot’s inner voice was this time.

“Lot!”

Morgan picked up the stack of documents and slammed them onto the table.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

Lot was startled by Morgan’s sudden action and quickly asked her.

[What’s wrong with her? Is she feeling unwell? Maybe she hasn’t had enough rest yet?]

Hearing his thoughts, Morgan felt a little pleased.

Hmm, this shameless man’s first reaction when seeing me like this was to worry about me.

Not bad.

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong. Come, let’s handle the official duties together and work out more accurate decisions.”

Morgan said to Lot while opening the topmost document.

“Can’t you do it alone?”

Lot looked at Morgan and asked in a weak tone.

“No.”

Morgan responded seriously.

She watched as Lot’s expression instantly turned into one of disappointment.

Her heart ached a little.

Softening, Morgan thought for a moment before speaking:

“Hmm… If you finish handling the paperwork with me, I’ll give you a reward.”

“Really!?”

Lot instantly perked up.

“Yes. Even if it means wearing an OL outfit.”

Morgan gritted her teeth and said.

“Alright! Let’s start working on these documents immediately!” Lot said enthusiastically.

However, just as he opened the first file, a confused expression appeared on his face.

“Huh? Wait a minute, how do you know about OL outfits?”