Fate: My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (Patreon)

Chapter 28: I Will Prove It

"We don't care if the enemy finds out about us."

At that moment, Morgan's face showed an expression of intellectual superiority.

Heh, I used to think the same way.

But later, Lot had explained things to her.

Just thinking about the smug look on Lot’s face when he had told her made Morgan want to grit her teeth.

This wasn't something she had overheard.

No, he had said it right to her face.

Morgan felt that if Lot had a tail, it would have been wagging so hard it pointed straight to the sky.

But now?

Now, it was her turn to wag her tail.

She looked at Kay and asked,

"Tell me, what will these people do after they escape?"

"They will immediately report that our army has arrived here," Kay answered without hesitation.

"Yes, they will inform the soldiers stationed in the castle," Morgan acknowledged his response.

Then, she continued,

"Now, do you think the soldiers in that castle can defeat us?"

"That's absolutely impossible," Artoria declared confidently.

Kay pressed on, "But they can defend. If they lock down the castle, we’ll be forced into a siege."

During this era, especially in the West, siege tactics were incredibly primitive.

Taking a castle meant only one thing—a long and drawn-out siege.

Anyone who had played a certain P company’s Crusader Kings game would understand this well.

At most, Lot knew a thing or two about siege engines.

But knowing about them and being able to build them were two entirely different things.

Expecting a world-traveling outsider to magically construct siege towers and trebuchets from scratch was simply too much.

Under these circumstances, if the castle was on alert, taking it by force would be far too difficult.

"But our goal was never the castle," Morgan said smugly.

"Our goal is to lure Vortigern’s army back in a hurry. If the castle were to fall too soon, it would actually hurt our next step."

If the castle fell, Vortigern might think, Well, it's already lost, so I might as well keep attacking White Chalk City. If I take it, then I can deal with the army that ambushed me later.

If that happened, the battle could turn into a full-blown base trade.

And in a straight-up numbers game, Lot’s army was vastly outnumbered—like the ratio of air to chips in a bag of Lay’s.

The difference in troop strength was simply too massive.

But if the castle didn’t fall…

Then, whether out of concern for his rear defenses or the morale of his troops, Vortigern would be forced to rush back to reinforce the castle.

And at that moment, Lot and King Uther would be waiting on both sides—like two slices of bread trapping a slice of cheese—to crush Vortigern completely.

After hearing Morgan’s reasoning, Kay, Artoria, and the others all looked at her with admiration.

"I’ll drive them north immediately," Kay said at once.

"Good," Morgan replied with a satisfied expression, as if thinking, Finally, someone who gets it.

Then, she assigned Kay and Artoria to carry out the orders.

After giving her commands, Morgan turned to look at Lot.

[Wow, my wife is really shameless.]

[That entire explanation was mine, word for word, not a single thing changed!]

Is this perverted mutt angry?

Morgan smirked inwardly.

Alright, I’ll comfort him a little.

She walked up to Lot and gently took his hand.

"Say, Lot… what do you think of me using your words? No problem with that, right?"

She looked at him with an expression that was clearly fishing for approval.

Hearing Morgan say this, Lot suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. He nodded and replied,
"Yeah, you didn’t miss a single word."

"So, Lot, shouldn’t you be giving me a reward?"

Morgan continued, looking at him expectantly.

[You copied my words, and you still want a reward from me!?]

Lot widened his eyes in disbelief.

"What kind of reward?" he asked cautiously.

Morgan simply smiled, reached out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and kissed him hard on the lips.

After the kiss, she quickly turned her head, scanning the surroundings to see if anyone had noticed.

No one had.

"Alright, I’ve received my reward."

Morgan grinned at Lot.

[Wait… how is this me rewarding her? Feels more like she just rewarded me instead…]

Hmph, of course, perverted mutt. This is my way of compensating for borrowing your words just now.

Morgan grabbed Lot’s hand and walked forward to rejoin the army. She glanced at the fleeing townspeople and sighed regretfully.

"Lot, it’s a pity we don’t have enough ships. If we did, we could take these people to Orkney."

Orkney had always struggled with population issues.

"Yeah, that’s true."

Lot nodded slightly.

But since these people would be forcibly relocated, he wasn’t too concerned about it.

"Let’s focus on preparing for the siege."

He turned to Morgan.

"Alright."

Morgan nodded lightly.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she looked at Lot and asked,

"Tell me, if we successfully defeat Vortigern, do you think I’ll be able to become the ruler of Camelot? Will the nobles accept me?"

"Of course! My wife is so amazing—how could they not?"

Lot patted Morgan’s shoulder and smiled.

But deep down—

[Sigh… I don’t think it’ll be that easy. But I should encourage her anyway.]

Why?

Morgan frowned slightly, sensing something was off.

[The old nobility will struggle to accept a woman as their ruler. They’ll always prefer a king over a queen.]

I know that already, but didn’t you say my sister will be the one to become king?

Then how did she manage to do it?

Morgan started analyzing the possibilities of her sister’s path to power.

Could it be… she disguised herself as a man?

Did she form rule the kingdom while pretending to be male?

Who exactly was she?

[Also, King Uther doesn’t recognize Morgan’s abilities. He believes that only that girl, who inherited his "Red Dragon" bloodline, is worthy of being king. Sigh~ for now, I’ll just encourage her. But in the future, when I’m strong enough, I’ll definitely help Morgan achieve her dream.]

Morgan’s brow furrowed tightly.

My own father would choose bloodline over talent…?

Unacceptable. I will prove him wrong.

And this perverted mutt believes in my abilities so much…

I’ll prove to him that he’s right.