Morgan, You’re Not Acting Right!

Lot certainly had no intention of letting his subordinates suffer heavy casualties.

Forget modern-era notions like "people-oriented values" or "human life being the most precious thing" such rhetoric didn't apply here.

In this era, human life wasn't particularly valuable.

But these soldiers following Lot were all excellent warriors.

In the future, when striving to carve out a path of survival for the Celts, aside from relying on himself, his wife, and a few others, he would still need more soldiers under his command.

So he absolutely didn't want to see too many sacrifices.

If he wanted to avoid sacrifices, there were two best methods.

The first was to strengthen his own power.

Lot's earlier improvements to new weapons were for this purpose. But even so, it wasn't enough.

In such a short time, it was hard to come up with new ways to enhance his strength.

Therefore,

He would have to resort to the second method.

Find a way to weaken the enemy's strength.

According to the principle of relativity, the enemy slowing down is equivalent to you speeding up, and the enemy weakening is the same as you growing stronger.

So, of course, Lot had to devise a scheme to sow discord among them.

To make the enemy suffer a massive loss.

Upon hearing Lot's proposal, Fairy Morgan agreed wholeheartedly. However, she couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"If we're going to use a scheme to sow discord, what should we do next? Take the Earth Clan's chieftain, for example he's truly kept in the dark. But can you personally go meet the Earth Clan's leader and tell them, 'You fools, you've all been deceived?'"

To be fair, that was absolutely impossible.

It wouldn't work even if Lot and Morgan went to say it.

Even if the Rain Clan's chieftain went to say it, it'd still be difficult.

Dwarves, after all

Stubbornness was something they had in spades.

At this moment, Morgan seemed to think of something and glanced at Fairy Morgan before asking:

"Therefore, we need to find the perfect entry point. Just the Rain Clan alone won't be enough. So then "

"What are you planning to do?"

Fairy Morgan felt a little unnerved under Morgan's gaze.

She had a bad feeling about this.

"Of course we're going to swap identities!"

Morgan declared.

"Huh? What?"

Fairy Morgan was stunned.

Swap identities? What kind of plan was this?!

Fairy Morgan felt like she couldn't keep up with Morgan's train of thought at all.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Morgan smiled and said:

"You're a fairy from the Inner Sea of the Planet, right?"

"Mhm."

"Then I'll borrow your identity for a bit."

Morgan thought for a moment before continuing:

"As for concealing our identities… this humble magus can handle that much. Besides, with Lot here, the two of us can easily manage it."

"Lot is leaving too?"

Fairy Morgan was surprised.

"Of course."

Morgan nodded as if it were obvious.

Honestly, if she left alone and let that husband of hers stay here with Fairy Morgan, even if she trusted him, she couldn't just allow that.

Plus, that husband of hers had the ability to block others' detection.

Sticking with him would let them avoid the Mirror Clan's precognition entirely.

No matter how you looked at it, bringing Lot along was the best choice.

"But if you both leave, does that mean I'll be in charge of the battle here?"

Fairy Morgan panicked slightly.

She'd never done something like this before!

"Of course not!"

Morgan rolled her eyes at Fairy Morgan.

That was obviously impossible if you thought about it.

How could she possibly entrust this to her?

Morgan whispered a few words into Lot's ear.

Lot left and returned shortly after with a few people in tow.

Namely, Lot's three "lieutenants":

Gawain, Galahad, and Baobhan Sith.

When the three of them entered and saw two Morgans, their expressions turned as horrified as if they'd opened a bag of Lay's potato chips only to find no air inside.

"Two Mothers…"

Gawain stood frozen for a few seconds before murmuring.

Then, she couldn't help but shudder.

With just one mother around, she'd already taken plenty of beatings.

If there were two now, wouldn't that mean even more opportunities to get hit?

Morgan quickly explained:

"She's a body double I've arranged."

She didn't reveal the truth.

The story was too convoluted.

Only that husband of hers and she needed to know.

Hearing it was just a body double, the three of them sighed in relief.

At this moment, Fairy Morgan's gaze fell on Baobhan Sith.

Among these three, the one she was most familiar with was actually Baobhan Sith or rather, the Fairy Knight Tristan.

But right now, the two of them didn't know each other.

How unpredictable fate could be.

Meanwhile, Lot began instructing the three:

"From now on, you all will…"

After delegating the day-to-day responsibilities of the army's operations and advising them not to act rashly, Lot and Morgan prepared to set off.

...

"But before we go, shouldn't we disguise ourselves first?"

As they were about to leave, Lot studied Morgan's attire and thoughtfully suggested.

"Hm, you're right. If others see a fairy from the Inner Sea of the Planet who looks just like Morgan, they'd definitely grow suspicious."

Morgan nodded in agreement.

"Right, so we should change clothes."

[Wait a minute, come to think of it, my wife also has a Saberface. So next, can I have her start cosplaying? Like Jeanne Alter, Jeanne d'Arc, Okita Souji, Nero, Artoria Alter, the Lion King… Oh, right, since she's a fairy, this outfit would be the most fitting.]

Morgan's eyes shifted toward Lot.

You damn pervert.

Just how much nonsense are you thinking about?

Morgan thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Lot had already gone to find the tailors following the army's camp.

The tailors didn't dare delay King Lot's orders in the slightest.

Soon, Lot returned with an armful of clothing.

"Here, try changing into this. What do you think?"

He said with a beaming smile.

"Hm? Just these?"

Morgan eyed the clothes Lot had brought, puzzled.

They looked like perfectly ordinary garments.

Was this all he wanted her to wear?

"Yep, just these."

Lot nodded.

[Hehe, this is the Caster-class Saber's outfit. I really like this look perfect chance to have my wife try it on.]

I knew it. This guy was definitely thinking something perverted.

Hearing Lot's inner thoughts, Morgan sighed internally.

But after some consideration, since the outfit was acceptable, she might as well change into it.

And so, under Lot's eager gaze, Morgan took the clothes and went to find a place to change.