Lot had already formed certain expectations about the possible connections between the previous Lostbelt and the current world he found himself in.

However, now he felt that his expectations might have been too conservative.

Previously, figures like the Fairy Knight Tristan and the six major clans could still be explained as beings who originally existed in this world fairies like Baobhan Sith were already present, and the changes could simply be attributed to the influence of the Lostbelt.

But now, the appearance of this Fairy Morgan what was this?

This was something that had genuinely appeared out of nowhere.

This made Lot realize just how abnormal the situation had become.

This wasn't normal.

"Are you certain you're Fairy Morgan?"

Still, to confirm, Lot pressed Fairy Morgan once more.

Hearing Lot's doubtful expression, Fairy Morgan narrowed her eyes and replied, "My body is no different from Morgan's. Would you like to see for yourself?"

In truth, Lot's wife, Morgan, already resembled the Lostbelt's Morgan more than the Morgan of Proper Human History.

At the very least, the Morgans of both worlds had become queens, and their temperaments were quite similar. The Morgan of Proper Human History, having endured numerous hardships, was far more mature compared to the other two.

So if this Fairy Morgan were to offer Lot a look at her body,

he genuinely might not be able to spot any differences.

However,

upon hearing her words, Lot immediately shook his head in refusal.

"I have absolutely no interest in seeing your body,"

he quickly said.

He still had his principles.

He would never casually look at the body of someone who wasn't his wife. Even if Morgan and Morgan were identical, they were still different individuals from separate worlds.

Lot was very clear about this distinction.

Thus, he outright rejected Fairy Morgan's proposal.

"So, do you believe me or not?"

Fairy Morgan continued questioning Lot.

"Whether I believe you or not… let's leave that to a professional to decide,"

Lot mused for a moment before responding.

"A professional?"

Fairy Morgan was taken aback by his words.

At that moment, Lot turned toward the direction of his tent and declared,

"That would be my wife, of course."

Regarding Fairy Morgan's appearance whether she was real or not Lot had no intention of hiding it from Morgan. After all, she already knew that the fairies had been influenced by parallel worlds, and the concept of parallel worlds existed in this era as well. Thus, even if he introduced Fairy Morgan to her, Morgan wouldn't find it strange.

"You're taking me back to her aren't you afraid she'll get jealous?"

Fairy Morgan tilted her head and asked.

[Where did this Fairy Morgan learn such tea-art tactics?]

Lot thought to himself.

Outwardly, however, he maintained a serious expression and replied,

"My conscience is clear, so I have nothing to fear."

"You're that confident?"

"Of course."

Sometimes, Lot felt as though Morgan was like a mind-reading worm in his stomach she always knew what he was thinking.

So, he was absolutely certain about his response to Fairy Morgan's speculation.

"Good. Then let's go meet this Queen Morgan of yours."

Hearing his answer, Fairy Morgan replied with great interest.

"Let's go."

With that, Lot pointed toward the tent he shared with Morgan, and the two began walking in that direction.

Morgan was still lying in bed when she suddenly heard Lot's voice in her mind.

[Hey, wife, guess what? I've brought back another sister of yours.]

Sister!?

Hearing this, Morgan immediately sat up, her face filled with shock.

She only had one sister Artoria.

Right now, Artoria was leading soldiers to attack the fairies' territory.

Had she returned?

Had something happened to the army?

At this thought, Morgan could no longer stay still.

She quickly got out of bed and stepped outside,

where she saw Lot approaching with a woman in tow.

Wait

That face looked familiar.

In fact, it looked even more like her own than Artoria's.

Morgan pondered this.

Then,

a thought occurred to her.

When her father had crafted Artoria, he had used some… questionable methods.

Could he have employed similar means to create someone else?

Especially since this woman didn't just resemble her she was practically identical.

It would be stranger if Morgan didn't suspect something.

Thankfully, at this moment, Morgan was unaware of figures like Nero, Jeanne, or Okita.

Otherwise,

she would have deeply questioned her father's character.

King Uther's legacy would have been utterly ruined.

As she was lost in thought, Lot raised a hand and introduced,

"Here, Morgan, meet Fairy Morgan."

Hearing this, Morgan's expression grew even more astonished.

Her mind was filled with

a single thought:

[My father's tastes… are wild.]

He even went after fairies?

Morgan couldn't help but feel a strange sense of admiration.

"What? You're saying you possess the memories of another version of me?"

After listening to Fairy Morgan's explanation, Morgan looked even more shocked than if her father had actually had an affair with a fairy woman.

"Yes. I am a Morgan who inherited the memories of the Fairy Queen Morgan who, in turn, inherited your memories from a parallel world."

Fairy Morgan explained.

Hearing this, Morgan's face was a picture of confusion.

"What? What? Say that again?"

Though she considered herself fairly intelligent, this explanation was hard to follow.

Fairy Morgan repeated herself.

This time, Morgan understood.

However, even after comprehending, she still wore a doubtful expression.

"Such claims are utterly fantastical,"

she remarked to Fairy Morgan.

Yet after saying this, she glanced at Lot and suddenly changed her tone.

"But they are not entirely without basis after all, it aligns with what that husband of hers thought. So, tell me since you possess the memories of a Morgan who became the Fairy Queen, why have you come to me? Do you intend to bring the entire fairy race under your rule once more?"

"No, of course not."

Fairy Morgan gently shook her head.