Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 20: Lot is Special

"Alright then."

Lot and Morgan nodded casually.

Under normal circumstances, if King Artoria came to pledge loyalty, Lot would have been over the moon with excitement.

But now? Being interrupted at such a critical moment—Lot figured the only reason he hadn’t drawn his sword on Artoria on the spot was that, in his past life, he had been a respectable Type-Moon fan.

Kay glanced at the reactions of Lot and Morgan, confused about what was going on.

However, one thing was clear—he and Artoria had clearly offended them.

Uh… Maybe just being a knight’s squire is good enough for me after all…

Kay thought to himself.

Lot turned to Kay and Artoria.

"In the coming days, I will provide you both with a full set of knightly armor and weapons. Use the time to familiarize yourselves with them. Soon, I will personally knight you both."

"Yes!"

Kay and Artoria nodded, looking thrilled.

We’re rising through the ranks just like that!

And more importantly—we’ll have plenty to eat!

As the shortest of the four, standing at just over 150cm, even with her ahoge not making much of a difference, Artoria made a silent vow:

‘I need to eat more. Maybe I can grow taller.’

"Alright, go get your armor. Morgan and I have matters to discuss, so leave us for now."

Lot waved them away.

Kay and Artoria happily took their leave.

Now, only Lot and Morgan remained.

‘Ugh, those two really couldn’t have picked a worse time. Now the mood is completely ruined… Fine, I’ll just focus on official matters instead.’

Lot sulked inwardly.

Morgan, on the other hand, let out a small giggle.

She didn’t even need to eavesdrop on his thoughts—his expression said it all.

"What’s wrong? It’s the middle of the day; we should be focusing on our duties."

She gently took Lot’s hand and, under his expectant gaze, placed it onto…

A pile of official documents.

Don’t even ask how paper exists in this era.

As a time traveler, wasn’t papermaking just a standard skill at this point?

"Alright, let’s get to work."

Morgan said energetically.

Lot watched her renewed enthusiasm and felt an even stronger urge to slack off.

[Nope. I must find an excuse to get out of this!]

He thought to himself with determination.

Morgan simply stared at him.

Go on, let’s see what excuse you come up with.

"Morgan, there’s still an issue with our plan. I need to consult someone to refine it further."

Lot said after some thought.

"What issue?"

Morgan asked.

"Magic. What if enemy magi detect us beforehand? I need to speak with Merlin and get his advice."

"This place is in your hands!"

With that, Lot practically vanished like a gust of wind.

Morgan clenched her small fists and waved them in frustration.

When it comes to slacking off, your intelligence surpasses everything else.

She sat back down.

"You damn pervert! You want to slack off? I'll let you slack off! Just wait—I'll handle all the government affairs by myself, and sooner or later, I'll strip you of all your power! Let's see how anxious you get then!"

Morgan gritted her teeth as she muttered, her eyes locked onto the documents in front of her.

At the same time, her face radiated an intense killing intent as she furiously scribbled on the papers with a quill.

Each stroke of the pen carried a force that looked like she was trying to kill someone.

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Although Lot had used "finding Merlin" as an excuse to escape, he wasn't lying.

He really did need to consult Merlin about magicians.

After all, he was genuinely worried about the possibility of enemy magi interfering.

This was the Type-Moon universe.

Being a little more cautious? That was just basic survival instinct.

Better to play it safe than be sorry.

Lot soon found Merlin—just in time to see him holding a handmaid’s hand.

"Hmm, I see… Your luck hasn’t been too great lately, has it?"

Merlin said with a sly smile.

"Ahem!"

Lot loudly cleared his throat as he approached from behind.

"Oh my, looks like I’ve got business to take care of. Let’s talk another time, shall we?"

Merlin, with great reluctance, let go of the blushing handmaid’s wrist. She hurriedly scurried away while Merlin turned to Lot with a slightly annoyed look.

"King Lot, your timing is simply terrible."

If Lot didn’t already know the truth about this old trickster, he might’ve actually believed that complaint.

Instead, he just stared at Merlin in silence.

When it came to shamelessness, he knew he was no match for Merlin.

Merlin, unbothered, chuckled.

"Alright, alright. Seems like you're not one for jokes. So then, what brings you to me?"

"You should already know the reason I’m here."

Lot said flatly.

"I truly don’t."

Merlin lightly shook his head before adding,

"I can see through many people, but when it comes to you—I see nothing. Your entire existence is a mystery to me."

"...You’re not joking?"

Lot frowned at him.

"Do I look like someone who would joke about this?"

Merlin replied with a gentle smile.

"Yes."

Lot answered righteously.

"…"

Merlin scratched his cheek awkwardly.

"Alright, fine. I do mess around a lot, but I'm completely serious about this. When it comes to you, I truly can't see anything."

Lot wasn’t sure if he should believe him or not.

After all, this was Merlin.

Who could tell when this guy was being serious?

"Forget it. Let me explain why I actually came to find you."

Lot proceeded to tell Merlin about the plan he and Morgan had devised.

Despite his antics, Merlin was somewhat trustworthy.

"Oh, so you're worried about interference from enemy magi? You don’t need to worry about that at all."

Merlin waved it off dismissively.

"Why not?"

"Because I already told you—any attempt to spy on you using magic, whether it be mind-reading or divination, will fail. As long as it’s targeted at you, it’ll be nothing but a haze of fog."

Merlin explained.

"...Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

Merlin nodded.

"If you don’t believe me, I can find another mage to prove it to you."

"Hmm…"

Lot nodded thoughtfully.

It seemed like he needed to test this claim himself.

If it turned out to be true… then that meant he officially had four cheat:

First, he was handsome.

Second, he has the fisherman never come back empty-handed ability.

Fourth, he was immune to magical detection.

As for the third cheat….

Well, let’s just say that his child-making skill was Noble Phantasm worthy and leave it at that.