Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 17: If You Keep Thinking Like That, I’ll Kiss You

Lot suddenly had a bad feeling.

Why did Morgan know about OL outfits?

Could it be…

"You got isekai'd too?"

He blurted out.

A transmigrator? Could it be that there was another transmigrator in this world besides himself?

And it was his wife?!

If that were the case, then a husband-and-wife team of transmigrators would be unstoppable—if given the time, they could even slay gods and overcome all obstacles. They were bound to have an incredibly bright future together.

[Are we from the same place?]

After he said this, he was met with a puzzled expression from Morgan.

??????

You pervy dog, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?

I’ve never heard of that before.

And what exactly are you thinking?

How could we possibly be from the same place?

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked Lot, puzzled.

Seeing her expression, Lot lightly patted his forehead.

Great. Even if she was a transmigrator, she probably wasn’t from the same place as him.

"English?"

Lot tried speaking to Morgan in English.

Yet, her puzzled expression didn’t change.

(Tn: Although this was indeed Britain, modern English only came into use around the 1700s. So naturally, Morgan wouldn’t understand Lot’s modern English.)

“Lot, is that some kind of slang from your homeland?” Morgan asked curiously.

“Ah, it’s nothing.” Lot waved his hand dismissively, dodging the topic.

Her reaction didn’t seem fake.

If she didn’t understand either English or Chinese, then she probably wasn’t from the 21st century.

[Then how does she know about OL outfits?]

[Did I mention it myself?]

[Impossible. I’ve never talked to Morgan about this.]

[Then how does she know?]

Heh, you pervy dog, you have no idea—I’ve been listening to everything you think.

“These things… they’re a woman’s secret, you know.” Morgan leaned in close to Lot, her face filled with seduction. “Instead of worrying about how I know about OL outfits, why don’t you ask yourself—do you want to see me in one?”

[Do I want to see it? Of course, I do! Not just OL outfits—maids, students, flight attendants, police uniforms—I want to see them all—]

Wow, this guy sure has a lot of fantasies!

Morgan silently roasted him in her heart.

At the same time, her curiosity about him only deepened.

These concepts had never existed before, yet he somehow thought of them out of nowhere.

Just like how he was clearly a virgin but somehow possessed a wealth of experience.

It was all very intriguing.

Morgan had the urge to interrogate Lot thoroughly until she got to the bottom of it.

However, she knew that if she pressed him too hard, it would greatly impact their relationship.

Forget it. She’d find out sooner or later anyway.

Putting that matter aside for now, Morgan focused on handling government affairs with Lot.

During this process, she also began to learn about the state of Lot’s territory.

Lot’s domain was mainly in the Orkney region, which consisted largely of islands isolated in the sea. While the maritime area was vast, the land area was relatively small compared to other nobles.

However, in terms of wealth, his territory was far richer than most other regions.

As she looked over Lot’s administrative documents, Morgan couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.

Lot really knew how to spend money.

Other nobles guarded their wealth as if their entire nation's army was stationed at the vault's entrance, ensuring not even a fly could get in. But Lot? He never kept much money saved. Even the wealth accumulated by the previous King of Orkney had been largely spent.

And yet, he didn't squander it on building luxurious estates across the country or luring noblewomen to his court for revelry.

He spent every coin on development.

Loans for farmers, irrigation projects, fisheries, road construction—his money flowed entirely into infrastructure.

"Are you sure it's okay not to save anything at all?" Morgan asked.

"Don't worry, I can definitely afford to take care of you," Lot replied confidently.

[Money only counts as money when it's circulating in the market. If it's just sitting in a vault, it's nothing but dust. I may be spending everything now, but I'll earn even more later. By using money to support the farmers and develop handicrafts, I can truly bring prosperity to my territory. In this era, when it comes to economic development, I’m the number one.]

Lot thought smugly to himself.

Morgan listened and nodded in agreement. "Yes, money is only money when it's in circulation."

Lot froze.

Huh?

[Wait a minute, I just thought that to myself—how does she already know?]

Hearing his astonished inner voice, Morgan smirked triumphantly.

Lot, you dared to tell me things I had no clue about earlier?

Now look—I know everything about you. You’d better behave and serve your queen properly.

But honestly, he had a point.

Many nobles hoarded wealth, only for it to become ransom money when their castles fell. Instead of handing over gold to enemies, why not spend it first?

By building a strong army now, they could easily crush their foes.

Then demand ransom from them instead.

Yes, Lot’s logic was admirable.

Someone with this kind of awareness was a true outlier among the nobility. Other lords would never understand.

But that didn’t matter.

Once I become Queen of Camelot, I’ll implement these policies across the entire kingdom.

I’ll build the strongest army ever seen, one that will leave those nobles in utter shock.

But that was for the future.

Right now, she just wanted to enjoy Lot’s shocked and admiring expression.

Did you really think you were the only genius in this world?

Morgan propped her chin on her hand and gazed at him.

And then she heard another thought from Lot’s mind.

[As expected of my wife, she reached the same conclusion as me. Morgan is amazing.]

…

Morgan was speechless.

Seriously?!

You pervy dog, can’t you at least act a little more reserved, like a true mastermind?

Most people would feel a sense of defeat or at least acknowledge a worthy rival.

But you? You’re just thinking about how great your wife is?!

If you keep thinking like this…

I-I’m going to…

I’m going to kiss you!

Though his thoughts were unexpected, Morgan couldn’t deny that they made her happy.

"Alright," she said, composing herself. "Let's discuss how we’re going to deal with the Pretender King."