Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 25: The Round Table Knights

“Huh? A knightly order?”

Lot couldn't help but ask Morgan in surprise.

Here he was, happily eating an apple and singing a song, when suddenly his wife came over and dropped a bombshell—she had pulled off another scheme. This time, she had actually formed a knightly order before her own sister did.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ve formed a knightly order. Our soldiers aren’t great at improving their combat abilities, so I gathered a group of knights together to form an elite fighting force. Isn’t that a good idea?” Morgan said, pretending not to care. At the same time, she turned her gaze to Lot, expecting him to praise her in a moment.

Come on, come on, you little perv, my little perv—hurry up and compliment me!

“…Alright.”

Lot nodded lightly.

At the same time, he found the situation a bit odd and thought to himself:

[What the hell? Do all the women of the Pendragon family just have a habit of forming knightly orders? Her sister made one, and now Morgan has created one too.]

Hearing Lot’s inner thoughts, Morgan narrowed her eyes.

Oh?

So my dear little sister had already formed a knightly order before me?

And you, my dear perv, you knew about my sister’s plans and didn’t tell me?

Damn it!

However, this realization only fueled Morgan’s competitive spirit.

It doesn’t matter who did it first—whoever stands victorious in the end is the real winner.

“Lot, come up with a good name for my knightly order,” Morgan said, her voice carrying a determined edge.

Fueled by her determination not to lose, Morgan made her request. No matter what kind of knightly order her sister had formed, Morgan was determined to surpass it.

Even though, at the moment, her knightly order only had two members, she was going to make sure that from the name onward, it sounded grand and prestigious.

Lot had a decent knack for naming things, after all.

Take Gawain, Agravain, and Gareth—weren’t those all great names?

I trust your naming abilities.

It’s certainly better than racking my brain for hours while the ridiculous name "Round Pot Knights" keeps echoing in my head.

However…

When Morgan asked him to come up with a name, Lot’s face immediately took on a troubled expression.

Naming things? You want me, someone who sucks at naming, to come up with a name?

I have no idea what to call it!

How about…

“What do you think of ‘The Round Table Knights’?” Lot suggested tentatively.

[After thinking about it, this is the only name that seems suitable. If I were to go with my personal preference, I’d say Morgan should form a ‘Fairy Knights’ order. But looking at her, I doubt she’d like that name, so let’s stick with the Round Table Knights.]

[The word fairy isn’t exactly a compliment in this era.]

Morgan, upon hearing Lot’s thoughts, lightly ground her teeth.

Hey! You little perv, how do you see me? You actually think of me as a fairy?

Hmph! At least you didn’t say it out loud.

Otherwise, I’d have to…

I’d have to…

Make a note of this in my notebook and settle the score later.

“Hmm, but ‘The Round Table Knights’ doesn’t sound like a particularly good name either,” Morgan hesitated, looking at Lot.

That name… it’s only slightly better than ‘Round Pot Knights.’

At least a pot is just a dish straight from the fire.

And now, this knightly order was like bringing food straight to the dining table to eat.

Everyone was just here to consume.

It felt like such a waste of grain.

“I think ‘The Round Table Knights’ is a great name, though?” Lot said, puzzled, looking at Morgan. “The round table is circular—there’s no starting point and no end. It symbolizes equality and unity. All the knights at the table are equal and comrades to one another. Isn’t that a great meaning?”

“Ah!”

Hearing Lot’s explanation, Morgan’s face immediately turned red.

I thought it was just about eating...

Cough, cough...

“Well, dear husband, you’re not wrong. I thought about it for a bit, and I think you’re right. Alright, from now on, my knightly order will be called The Round Table Knights.”

Like hell, she was going to tell Lot what she had originally thought.

No way! If he knew her brain had been full of food-related thoughts, he’d definitely laugh his head off.

Deny, deny, deny—she wasn’t admitting to anything.

And anyway, it was Artoria who had interfered with her thoughts!

Normally, she wouldn’t think like this.

She had to make sure Artoria was trained properly so he’d temporarily forget about food.

Morgan wasn’t the type to hold grudges—because she preferred to settle them immediately.

Thinking of this, Morgan turned to Lot and said, “Alright, I’m off to train my knights. Get some food ready for me when I get back tonight.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Lot agreed readily.

Morgan left immediately, still holding in some frustration, not wanting to waste any more time.

…

Watching her leave, Lot scratched his head and muttered, “So, before Artoria even got her knightly order together, I’ve already created the Round Table Knights? Oh, please forgive my terrible sins.”

That last sentence had absolutely zero sincerity.

Lot felt no guilt at all for stealing Artoria’s legacy.

And as for Artoria’s future?

Well, why should he care?

If there was no Round Table, then she could just name it The Round Pot instead.

She’d figure something out.

Right?

“Instead of worrying about that, I should focus on what to cook for Morgan tonight. A night on a ship, huh? The perfect setting for a candlelit dinner.”

Lot mused to himself before setting off.

…

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Morgan had found Artoria and Kay.

“The name of our knightly order is settled. From today onward, we will be known as The Round Table Knights.”

Morgan declared to the two.

“Understood.”

Kay and Artoria had no objections whatsoever.

In fact, Artoria really liked the name.

She didn’t fully understand why, but something about it just felt right.

“Alright, since the name is decided, we need to start planning how to expand our numbers. I have a formidable enemy, and when the time comes to face her, I’ll need your help.” Morgan continued.

Artoria nodded seriously, her resolve unwavering.

Yes, both King Lot and Lady Morgan had been very kind to her.

Their enemies were her enemies.

At that moment, Morgan gave them their orders.

“Kay, your job is to seek out worthy knights to join us. Make sure they’re not too old and that their skills are strong.”

“Yes.”

Kay nodded in understanding.

Then Morgan turned to Artoria.

Good. Time for payback.

“As for you, Artoria, you need to intensify your training. Starting today, your training load will double.”