Morgan, You’re Not Acting Right!

Morgan of the Fairy Nation.

Within her flowed no blood of the Red Dragon from Pendragon.

She was a fairy from the Inner Sea of the Planet.

Several years prior, she was born within the Inner Sea of the Planet.

And then

She received a series of memories.

The Witch Morgan.

In the history of Proper Human History, she lost everything she had ever dreamed of.

Because of her bloodline, she lost her throne.

Because of her coldness, she lost the hearts of her children.

And finally, because of that same coldness, even the sister she had always cared for in her heart died by the hands of her own child.

In the end, she lost everything.

She refused to accept it.

And then, she obtained another set of memories.

Memories of a version of herself who had inherited the Witch Morgan's memories and ultimately became the Fairy King.

A version who sought to ensure the fairies' eternal survival only to be betrayed by those very fairies in the end.

After receiving these two sets of memories

She was finally born.

For the first few years, the impact of these memories left her unable to leave the Inner Sea of the Planet.

It took a long time before she could fully sort through both sets of memories.

And once she had done so

She couldn't wait to leave.

Fairy Morgan wanted to rebuild her kingdom.

To make up for her regrets.

No matter what the outside world was like

She would witness it with her own eyes.

And rewrite her own fate.

With this resolve in her heart, she left the Inner Sea of the Planet and ventured into the outside world.

And then

She was dumbfounded.

So dumbfounded that the embarrassment shot straight from her toes to the top of her head.

She discovered.

That in this world, she was not the only Morgan.

Well

That much, she could still understand.

If she wasn't mistaken, then as Fairy Morgan, the memories she had received were from another Morgan of a parallel world. And in the world she now found herself in, even if there was a "fairy" version of herself, it wouldn't be too strange for a "Proper Human History" version to exist as well.

But

Even if there was a version of herself from Proper Human History, shouldn't she have been the loser of the King Selection, left behind in Orkney to stew in endless hatred while plotting how to overthrow King Arthur?

Yet

What was this situation now?!

She actually became king?!

Became king alongside her husband?!

And even ruled all of Britain with great success?!

Even defeated Vortigern?!

What

What kind of world was this?!

Even for a parallel world, this was too much of a divergence!

Fairy Morgan instantly felt her brain short-circuiting.

"You're living so happily here what's even the point of my existence?!"

Fairy Morgan was on the verge of tearing her hair out.

Especially when she heard from others about how harmonious the relationship was between King Lot and Morgan. The expression on her face was beyond description.

What was this?!

She thought of the Morgan from Proper Human History

And then this Morgan.

The two Morgans were not the same person.

But their personalities should have been identical!

How could one be trapped in a purely political marriage, where the relationship between husband and wife was nothing but cold exchanges of interests while the other seemed like the heroine straight out of a knight's tale?!

Could it be

That in this world, even King Lot was different?

With these thoughts weighing on her heart

She arrived in Orkney.

And there

She witnessed many things that neither of the two Morgans in her memories had ever experienced.

It fascinated her.

And left her even more lost.

Where, then, did her own path lie?

At that moment, the Rain Clan appeared and took her in.

They even brought her to the battlefield.

As Fairy Morgan was lost in thought, the chief of the Rain Clan, his face flushed red, spoke with great force:

"This war is unjust."

"Hm? Are you saying the fairies' actions are unjust?"

Morgan turned her head and addressed the Rain Clan's chief.

"Yes. Exactly."

The chief nodded firmly.

"This war is the result of the fairies succumbing to desires they should not have. Fairies will die. Humans will die. This era was never meant to allow fairies to exist on the surface of the planet, nor for the Celts to continue living. We were supposed to endure these hardships together. Yet now, because of this, we are mired in the swamp of war."

"You… I know you are the Savior. So please help us. Help us survive in this world."

"…I understand."

Fairy Morgan now understood the meaning of her existence in this world.

Perhaps she had been born for the sake of these fairies' future.

She would save them all.

But before that

She wanted to see this world's Lot and Morgan with her own eyes.

She could never forget the version of herself in that Lostbelt betrayed by all the fairies.

She envied this world's Morgan.

And wanted to witness just how happy she truly was.

"Let's go…"

She spoke these words softly to the Rain Clan's chief.

Camelot

News of the war soon reached Lot and Morgan in Camelot.

"Well, well. They're really trying to slap us in the face, huh?"

Looking over the battle reports, Lot offered this assessment.

He then saw that the soldiers he had left behind in Orkney had successfully held off the fairies even giving them a thorough beating.

"Good. These lads really lived up to all the effort I put into training them."

As his home territory and the place of his birth, Lot had spared no expense in fortifying Orkney.

Though many of his followers had accompanied him to Camelot to govern, those who remained behind were still elite.

Especially when he had first arrived to win over his subordinates as quickly as possible, he had even taught them some methods from后世 (later eras).

Now, it seemed they had learned those lessons well.

"My efforts weren't in vain."

Lot was pleased.

Morgan, observing nearby, then said to him:

"Still, even if they've held out for now, the fairies' forces are vast. We should reinforce them as soon as possible."

"True. We really should head there quickly."

Lot nodded in agreement.

Orkney was his territory. He couldn't afford to lose even an inch of it.

If these fairies dared to come

He would make sure none of them returned alive.

"Do they really think I'm some pushover?"

Lot muttered inwardly.

Then, remembering something, he called over an attendant.

"You, come here."

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"Listen well. Relay my command: cut the Fang Clan chief's rations by half. And double his workload."

He needed to vent his anger on someone.

[An ordinary prisoner of war wouldn't do. But you, the Fang Clan chief who started this whole mess if I let you off easy, I might as well not even be a Lot.]

Morgan, hearing Lot's childish grumbling, found it amusing.

Though at the end, she was puzzled.

"Horndog… since when did you have the surname 'Lot'?"

With war imminent, the Round Table Knights assembled with great speed.

Artoria, Kay, Tristan, Galahad, Bedivere, Gawain, and several other knights soon gathered in the council hall.

In a corner, the fairy Baobhan Sith was also present.

Spotting her, Gawain quietly approached her mother.

"Hey, Mom… why is that fairy here?"

Hearing this, Morgan reached out and flicked Gawain's forehead, then glared.

"What? Are you questioning your mother now?"

"N-no! Of course not!"

Gawain immediately backed down.

"Hasn't your father always taught you? 'If you employ a person, do not doubt them. If you doubt them, do not employ them.' Since we've accepted Baobhan Sith, it means we trust her."

"…Understood."

Gawain nodded and said no more.

At this point, Lot began issuing his commands.

"Our next move is simple: we crush these fairies completely."

Politics in Camelot were essentially dictated by Lot and Morgan alone.

No knight or noble dared oppose Lot's decisions.

So when Lot declared war, not a single person in the room objected.

Lot first looked at Kay.

Seeing his gaze, Kay immediately raised his hand.

"Understood, Your Majesty. I'll hold down the fort here in Camelot."

Kay quickly assured him.

As one of the earliest Round Table Knights, Lot and Morgan had complete faith in Kay's strength and loyalty. So when it came to assigning someone to defend the rear, Kay was the obvious choice.

"Good. I'm counting on you. These fairies are elusive we can't afford to leave our rear unguarded. I'll have your foster father, Sir Ector, assist you in defending Camelot."

Lot patted Kay's shoulder lightly.

"Alright. But next time you march off to war, I hope you'll take me with you."

Kay sighed in resignation.

What could he do? His strength made him perfect for guarding the homeland.

But he, too, longed to make his mark on the battlefield.

"Hopefully next time, we can just take the fight to them directly…"

Kay thought to himself.

Lot continued assigning roles.

"Bedivere, Tristan you two will lead the Round Table Knights and ride out at once to reinforce Orkney. If Orkney falls, I'll hold you personally responsible."

"Yes!"

As in Proper Human History, Bedivere and Tristan had naturally grown close.

They weren't inseparable, but without Princess Iseult around, the two could easily share a bed like Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei.

If oath-sworn brotherhood had been a trend in this era, they'd have surely become blood brothers.

"Understood!"

The two nodded in unison.

Lot turned to the others.

"Artoria you'll command a solo force. Take ten thousand Camelot troops and reclaim the lands occupied by the fairies. Intel suggests the Wind Clan has been brainwashing the locals. We must act fast to minimize civilian losses."

"Yes!"

Hearing that she'd been given independent command, Artoria's eyes shone with excitement.

This was her chance to prove herself.

She couldn't afford even a moment's carelessness.

Artoria's mind was already racing how could she wage a brilliant campaign worthy of Lot and Morgan's expectations?

She was brimming with motivation.

"As for Galahad and Gawain you two will accompany Morgan and me. We'll lead the main force to Orkney and engage the fairies directly."

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

Even Gawain shed her usual playful demeanor at the mention of war.

Having experienced the battlefield firsthand, she knew its brutality.

Thus, she treated war with the utmost seriousness.

"Good."

Lot smiled approvingly at their responses.

Then, his gaze fell on Baobhan Sith.

"Ah, right. Knight Baobhan Sith you'll also be joining Morgan and me."

"Me?!"

Baobhan Sith pointed at herself, incredulous.

At that moment, Morgan stepped over and gently patted her head.

"Yes, you. You said you wanted to be a ruler, didn't you? Follow us, distinguish yourself in battle, and we'll make you a lord. How does that sound?"

Morgan smiled.

This girl was all bark and no bite. Even if she talked a big game about tyranny, in practice, she'd probably end up the kindest lord imaginable.

"Hmph. Since you're begging so sincerely, I suppose I can grace you with my presence."

Baobhan Sith puffed up proudly under Morgan's head pats.

"Good."

Morgan continued stroking her hair.

Then, after a moment, she glanced at Baobhan Sith's outfit and added:

"Ah, I just remembered come with me. Let's get you changed. That outfit simply won't do."

"Wha "

Baobhan Sith tried to protest, but under Morgan's gaze, she swallowed her words and allowed herself to be led away meekly.

"The rest of you dismissed."

Lot sent the others off.

A short while later, Morgan returned with Baobhan Sith.

Now, the fairy had shed her black, bikini-like attire

And donned a pink dress instead.

[Whoa. She went from second ascension to first.]

Lot found the sight amusing.

Morgan, noticing his expression, was puzzled.

"What's with that look? What new nonsense are you thinking now?"