Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 18: Something Feels Off, Very Off

"Alright."

Lot nodded in agreement.

He was still quite pleased that Morgan had reached the same conclusion as him earlier.

As for whether she was using mind-reading magic on him, Lot didn't suspect anything at all.

Why would Morgan use mind-reading magic on him?

If she didn’t understand something, she could just ask him directly.

It wasn’t like he would hide anything from her.

Even if she didn’t grasp something immediately, he would gladly explain it to her.

Using some unknown mind-reading magic just to get answers to something he would willingly explain?

That was too far-fetched.

It wasn’t like he was some overly paranoid schemer.

Besides, they were going to spend a long life together in the future. If she kept using mind-reading magic all the time, that would definitely cause problems in their relationship.

Why would Morgan do something so unnecessary?

So instead of suspecting her of using magic, Lot was simply amazed that his wife shared the same thoughts as him.

Morgan picked up a map, tracing a delicate finger across its surface. Then, she turned to Lot and said,

"Our territory is much weaker than my father’s, so we cannot serve as the main force in this war. Lot, I think we should concentrate our troops and wait for the Pretender King to attack my father’s lands. At the right moment, we can strike at Vortigern’s weakest point. If we manage to deal a heavy blow to his forces, we’ll help my father gain the upper hand on the battlefield."

"At that point, we will become the most critical factor in deciding the outcome."

She laid out her plan while drawing a rough attack route on the map.

Then, she looked at Lot, eagerly awaiting his response.

In her heart, she was quite proud of her strategy.

In previous battles, King Uther had mostly assigned his allies to defensive positions on the flanks.

That kind of role was almost meaningless—anyone with basic military ability could do it.

Morgan was never going to settle for that.

How would that demonstrate her capabilities?

If they won, it had little to do with her. And if they lost? Even worse.

I want to be the key piece of the puzzle.

That way, when the time comes, I can take control of Camelot.

Having spent time with Lot, Morgan had come to appreciate his unconventional way of thinking.

She knew not to approach warfare with traditional strategies.

That’s why she made this proposal—hoping for his approval.

"Hmm…"

Lot studied the map carefully.

[I have to say, this plan sounds tempting, but it’s far too risky.]

Morgan heard his thoughts and subtly clenched her teeth.

You pervy dog, I spent so much effort coming up with this, and you’re dismissing it just like that?

If you don’t come up with a better plan, I swear you’re not getting into bed tonight!

Lot ran his fingers over the attack route she had drawn.

From Orkney to Vortigern’s domain, the entire route was mountainous terrain.

If they wanted to strike at a weak spot, they would have to march long distances through these mountains.

[Sending soldiers and knights who have lived by the sea their entire lives into the mountains? They’d struggle to adapt. If Vortigern detects them ahead of time, they’ll be completely trapped with no escape.]

Lot firmly rejected Morgan’s plan.

Morgan listened to his thoughts.

After a moment of contemplation, she had to admit—he had a point.

The soldiers of Orkney were nothing like those of Camelot.

The terrain wasn’t mountainous, so the soldiers wouldn’t necessarily struggle with mountain warfare.

And Vortigern…

Although Morgan didn’t want to admit it, she knew very well that this man was a seasoned warrior. He was undoubtedly stronger than her father in battle.

It was unrealistic to assume he wouldn’t have any precautions in place during their march.

Her plan, admittedly, was a gamble.

But that didn’t mean she had no chance of victory.

Was this pervy dog planning to follow the conventional approach after all?

That would be far too dull.

Morgan rested her chin in her hands, gazing at Lot with a look full of anticipation.

And just as she was staring at him, Lot’s expression suddenly lit up, as if inspiration had struck him.

[That’s it! This is what we should do!]

The moment Morgan heard this thought, her interest was immediately piqued.

Come on, pervy dog, tell me what you're thinking!

Hurry, hurry, I can’t wait any longer!

And then…

She heard nothing.

Huh?????

What next?

Why is there nothing more?

Lot, where’s the rest of your plan?!

Cutting off at this point is just cruel!

You got me all excited, and then you just stopped?!

Are you even human?

Morgan felt utterly wronged.

It was then that she suddenly remembered—she had already used up her daily limit for eavesdropping on Lot’s thoughts.

Just now, the only reason she had been able to hear anything was that Lot had been vehemently rejecting her plan in his mind.

But now that he was coming up with a new strategy, he was thinking it over quietly.

She couldn’t hear a thing!

Morgan felt an overwhelming sense of frustration.

Sure, she could just wait until tomorrow and eavesdrop on his thoughts again.

But waiting until tomorrow?!

That would be torture!

So…

"Lot."

Morgan put on an unusually sweet smile.

"Judging by your expression, you’re completely against my plan, aren’t you?"

"Uh… yeah."

Lot nodded hesitantly, looking a little awkward.

He had actually wanted to object to her plan earlier but wasn’t sure how to phrase it without hurting her confidence.

Crushing his wife’s self-esteem for no reason? That would be a total scumbag move.

And if Morgan got upset, he wouldn’t even know how to console her.

He had no clue how to comfort his wife!

But now, before he even brought it up, Morgan had already pointed it out herself.

That made Lot nervous.

He had no idea what she was thinking.

Meanwhile, Morgan’s thoughts were:

This pervy dog, is he seriously keeping me in suspense?

So, without hesitation, she moved behind Lot and placed her hands on his shoulders, starting to massage them.

She had learned this massage technique just last night when Lot had relieved her aching back.

Now, it was time to return the favor.

"Hey, hubby~ You definitely have your own plan, right? Can you share it with me?"

Morgan blushed slightly as she spoke.

Her actions completely stunned Lot.

Wait, Morgan, something is seriously off with you.

Something’s wrong—very wrong.

Lot thought to himself, completely bewildered.