Regarding the matter of first and second ascensions, Morgan hadn't quite figured it out yet.

Meanwhile, Baobhan Sith was thoroughly enjoying herself nearby.

"This outfit really suits me. Especially these high heels they're even more comfortable than the ones I wore before."

Lightly tapping her feet on the ground, Baobhan Sith was brimming with joy.

She adored human-made things, especially the shoes on her feet, which she treasured beyond measure.

Lot and Morgan glanced at her shoes.

[Gotta say, though Baobhan Sith's face and figure are stunningly beautiful, her feet are a bit… well.]

[Not exactly something you'd want to fetishize.]

What, you wanna have a foot fetish for someone else's?

Hearing Lot's inner thoughts, Morgan's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint.

At that moment, Lot continued thinking:

[Still, my own wife's are the best slender and well-proportioned, fair and delicate…]

Hearing this husband of hers thoughts, Morgan's expression softened slightly.

As for embarrassment?

How could that be!?

If she'd felt any shyness back when they'd just married, now, after so many years as an old married couple, there was no trace of such feelings left.

Her feet had been fondled by that husband of hers so many times she'd lost count.

Especially after he'd invented those things called "stockings."

Black, white, one black and one white, long, short, thigh-high there were just too many varieties.

After hearing Lot praise her like this, she didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

On the contrary

She was quite pleased.

And not just the kind of happiness from being complimented.

It was the happiness of hearing the other person speak the truth, of knowing they recognized reality.

Let's just say shamelessness is a contagious disease.

Morgan

Had clearly been infected by Lot.

She, too, had become shameless.

...

After making some preparations, the group was ready to march.

Bedivere and Tristan set out first.

Lot and Morgan led the main force afterward.

Before departure, Lot still felt a bit apologetic toward Morgan. "I'd thought with those prisoners in hand, the fairies wouldn't attack so soon, and we'd have a few more days to rest."

Earlier, Lot had also asked Morgan considering she was now pregnant

If she should stay behind.

But Morgan had outright refused.

"When I gave birth to Gawain, I didn't let it stop me from going to battle. Now that it's the second child, there's even less reason to hold back."

That's what she'd told Lot.

As for the feelings of the unborn Agravain

Can't feel 'em. I just can't feel 'em!

Hearing this, Lot had no choice but to let her come along.

Still, before setting out, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty toward her.

Hearing Lot's words, Morgan gently took his hand. Then, pointing at the map, she said fiercely, "This is all because those fairies had to attack our city at this time. Those bastards I'll hang every last one of them from the streetlights sooner or later."

"Well, the fairies don't deserve that. Compared to capitalists, they're still relatively pure-hearted. Besides, Camelot doesn't even have streetlights."

Lot wiped his sweat.

"Hmph~"

Morgan shot Lot a sidelong glance.

Then, she mounted her warhorse.

"Let's go."

Morgan said to Lot.

"Right."

Lot also mounted his horse, executing a particularly dashing maneuver.

This handsome display drew cheers from the knights and soldiers present.

Beside Lot were Gawain, Galahad, and Baobhan Sith.

Seeing her father's performance, Gawain looked at her own horse with eager anticipation.

Seeing Gawain's expression, her horse trembled in fear.

Big sis, have mercy! Your father has perfect control the strength he puts on the horse is minimal. But you? You don't know your own strength, and you're way stronger than him. My poor body can't take your abuse!

Just like how Li Yuanba needed a legendary steed like Wanli Yanyun Zhao, a knight needed a horse that matched their prowess. Otherwise, they'd end up like Gao Chong.

And right now, Gawain was in that exact predicament.

She couldn't replicate her father's graceful movements.

Galahad, of course, had no interest in competing with Lot. He merely smiled and quietly mounted his horse.

Baobhan Sith, however, was eager to outdo Lot.

But just as she was about to move

Morgan immediately shot her a warning glare.

"Damn it, you brat! How dare you try to steal my Husband's spotlight? Think you can compete?"

Seeing Morgan's expression, Baobhan Sith's eyebrows shot up.

What a joke.

Since when do I hold back?

Listen here I, the fairy Baobhan Sith, am super brave…

Just as she was about to grab the reins, Baobhan Sith ended up mounting the horse in the most ordinary way possible.

"This isn't me chickening out I just didn't get my footing right this time. Yeah, I'm still not used to human warhorses. Next time, next time I'll do better."

Baobhan Sith mentally justified her actions.

Seeing her being disciplined by his wife like this, Lot almost laughed.

But then he looked at the three knights behind him.

One was his biological child, one was Galahad (who'd taken him as a foster father), and the last was Baobhan Sith (who was practically Morgan's adopted daughter by now).

Good grief.

I'm taking three kids to war.

At the same time, he assessed the trio.

[With these three, and a few more in the future once Agravain has more siblings could I gather a group like the Thirteen Grand Guardians? Wait, no better not use that name. Neither King Kaishan nor Li Keyong met good ends.]

Hearing the first part, Morgan's face nearly steamed with embarrassment.

Finding suitable foster sons and daughters wasn't easy. And if thirteen wasn't enough what then?

Well, they'd just have to make more.

How many would that take?

But when she heard Lot's later thoughts, she relaxed slightly.

Giving birth for that husband of hers was a joyous thing but doing it too much wasn't ideal.

Then, Lot continued thinking:

[If we're going for auspiciousness, should I follow King Wen of Zhou's example and aim for a hundred sons…?]

A hundred…

Hearing this, Morgan's expression froze.

"One a year, two in two years…"

She muttered unconsciously.

"Wife, what's wrong?"

Seeing Morgan's sudden strange expression, Lot asked worriedly.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking… I'll need to live to at least a hundred and twenty."

Turning her head, Morgan's lips trembled as she spoke.

"Huh!?"

Lot stared at her in confusion.

"Never mind. Let's go."

Morgan snapped back to reality and glared at Lot.

Leaving Lot utterly baffled.

What in the world was that about?

Meanwhile, far away, Fairy Morgan and the Rain Clan's leader were observing with their own eyes.

Seeing Morgan's expression, Fairy Morgan turned to the Rain Clan's leader.

"Why does the human version of me seem… not very bright?"

"Mhm."

The Rain Clan's leader wholeheartedly agreed.

Earlier, Morgan's actions had seemed intelligent but today, she seemed completely off.

Not that the two could figure out why.

Mainly because both fairies lacked a certain experience

Love.

"So, what's your plan now?"

The Rain Clan's leader asked Morgan.

"Next, of course, is to make contact with Lot."

Fairy Morgan declared confidently.

She pointed at Morgan, then at Lot.

"Between these two, who seems more reliable?"

"Definitely Lot."

After some thought, the Rain Clan's leader answered.

"And it's not just that." Fairy Morgan narrowed her eyes. "The reason we can't scout Camelot's army is entirely because of Lot. So, I think the problem lies with him. He's completely different from the Lot in my memories you could even say they're two different people."

"Right."

The Rain Clan's leader agreed.

"So, what do we do?"

"Simple find a chance to approach Lot quietly."

Fairy Morgan said with certainty.

...

Night fell, and the army set up camp.

This was the main force, so there was no need for a rushed march like last time.

They'd take it slow and steady.

No need to risk an ambush.

Lot's tent was at the center.

Since they were on the march, everything was kept simple. Even Lot's tent was sparsely furnished just a bed, a table, and a few chairs.

But when it came to food, Lot didn't cut corners.

Basically, he'd replicated his army's field kitchen standards. In this era, cooks had no power to resist under Lot's forceful demands, they'd even learned to caramelize sugar in the field.

Soon, several dishes were brought to Lot and Morgan.

Along with some tonics

For Morgan's pregnancy.

"Ah~, so sleepy."

After eating her fill, Morgan felt drowsy. She stretched and complained softly.

Seeing this, Lot said to her, "If you're tired, rest first. I'll go patrol the camp. Gawain and the others don't have the experience, so I'll handle it myself."

Patrolling the camp was mainly to check for gaps in surveillance or guard posts. Lot took this especially seriously after all, he'd won many battles through night raids.

As an expert in such tactics, he wouldn't let others take advantage of him.

In war, surprise attacks could win battles but the most basic mistakes couldn't be allowed.

Before marrying Morgan, he'd often done this himself back when Orkney's only notable knight was him. Later, with Artoria, Kay, and others around, he'd done it less.

But this time, even Galahad had little experience leading alone.

So, he'd have to do it himself.

"Mm, go on."

Hearing this, Morgan nodded slightly.

Lot left the tent and began his rounds.

After a full inspection, Camelot's army was mostly up to Lot's standards.

A few minor issues were corrected as soon as Lot pointed them out.

Satisfied, Lot decided to return to his tent.

But just as he turned

He spotted a figure standing not far away.

"Morgan? Why are you here?"

Lot looked at the figure in confusion.

"Lot, I just missed you."

Morgan said coyly.

"Really? I was only gone for a bit." Lot walked over and raised his hand as if to pat her head.

"Of course."

'Morgan' nodded, closing her eyes and waiting for the pat.

But what she felt wasn't a gentle touch

But the cold edge of a blade.

"You acted well, but you're nothing like my wife."

Lot said to Fairy Morgan.

"How could you tell?"

Fairy Morgan asked in return.

Was my act not perfect?

I even used magic to mimic the slight bulge from pregnancy.

And my face is identical to Morgan's.

How did he see through me?

"Instinct, understand?"

Lot laughed.

I'd never tell you that Morgan always calls me "Horndog" in private. At first glance, I knew something was off and your words gave you away completely.

Still, her magic is impressive I couldn't see through it at all.

"I see. Then I miscalculated."

Fairy Morgan admitted calmly.

She'd only wanted to test Lot.

But now, even if nothing else was clear, his sharpness was undeniable.

"So, can you drop the act and show me your real face?"

Lot pressed.

Hearing this, Fairy Morgan stated firmly, "This is my real face."

"You've been exposed. What's the point of keeping up the act?"

Lot frowned.

Even among Saberfaces, you could tell them apart by subtle differences or, well, assets.

But this was a perfect copy!

"No, I really look like this."

Fairy Morgan insisted.

Then, she said to Lot, "Let me reintroduce myself. I am a fairy from the Inner Sea of the Planet and I am also Morgan."

Hearing this, Lot's lips twitched.

He stared at her in shock.

What!?

Did a Lostbelt just crash into our world?