Morgan, You’re Not Acting Right!

A deep-blue hat, a white uniform, and a short dark-blue cape draped over the back, with a large bow tied at the chest. The lower half was clad in black tights and small boots, while a staff was held in hand.

The look was both youthful and playful.

The slight swell of her belly had also been concealed by Morgan's magecraft.

"Well?"

Morgan spun in a circle in front of Lot, smiling as she asked.

"A few months from now, I'd still like to see you dressed like this."

Watching Morgan tease him like this, Lot suppressed his desire as he spoke to her.

It had to be said the same outfit looked entirely different on different people.

If the Caster Artoria from the Lostbelt had worn this, it would've at most seemed playful and cute. But now, with Morgan dressed like this, it was brimming with allure.

Who knew how that Caster Artoria in the Lostbelt had ended up developing so much later on.

Seeing him red-faced and struggling to hold back, Morgan naturally got the answer she wanted. Hearing Lot's words, she smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Sure."

"Mhm, mhm."

Lot nodded excitedly,

but didn't do anything outrageous.

After all, Agravain was still in Morgan's belly.

Though in terms of importance, Agravain wasn't as formidable as Gawain in strength, nor was he as adorable as the fair-handed Sir Gareth. Still, he was their child, and Lot would never harm him.

"With this makeup, unless someone knows me extremely well, hardly anyone will recognize me. Plus, there's still a 'Morgan' stationed in the military camp right now. Under these circumstances, the fairies will probably just assume it's a coincidence."

Morgan explained to Lot.

"Mhm."

Lot nodded in agreement.

Then, Morgan glanced at Lot again and added, "By the way, what about your disguise? Shouldn't you do something about it too?"

"Easy enough."

Lot nodded.

Then, he simply donned a suit of armor, complete with a helmet additionally, a silver visor hung from the helmet.

Every inch of him was tightly concealed.

"...That's it?"

Morgan looked at Lot's getup, puzzled.

"What else? Unless someone's outright hostile, they won't easily shatter my armor. Plus, this'll cover me well. Even if someone tries to ambush me, they'll get a surprise when they find the Kavacha and Kundala beneath my ordinary armor. A nice little counter-ambush."

Lot chuckled as he spoke to Morgan.

Morgan accepted the answer, though she still found it odd. "Fine. But having a tin man following me around does seem a bit strange."

"No problem. You could always change your name to Dorothy."

Lot said offhandedly.

"Do I look like a little girl to you?"

The story of The Wizard of Oz was, of course, something Lot had told little Gawain, so Morgan had naturally heard it too.

"That part… isn't little at all."

Lot's voice came muffled from inside the metal shell.

"You pervert!"

Hearing her husband's words, Morgan angrily stomped her foot twice on the ground,

as if venting her frustration.

...

"Savior, why have you changed your appearance like this? And who is this beside you? Why is he covered entirely in metal?"

The chief of the Rain Clan stared blankly at Morgan, who was dressed as Caster Artoria, then glanced curiously at Lot standing beside her.

"A change of style isn't bad, is it? It helps distinguish me from that Queen Morgan of Camelot."

Morgan smiled at the Rain Clan's chief.

"As for me, just think of me as decoration."

Lot added, following Morgan's lead.

"..." Though the Rain Clan's chief knew Lot couldn't possibly be that simple, she also realized prying anything out of him would be nearly impossible.

"Then, Savior, what do you plan to do next?"

"What to do?"

Morgan tilted her head, pondered for a moment, then replied, "Naturally, I'll find a way to help our fellow fairies. I'll let them know the Savior has appeared and free them from blindly obeying their clan chiefs."

Morgan and Lot understood clearly those of a different kind could never share the same heart.

Even the Rain Clan's chief wasn't someone to trust lightly.

Not even Fairy Morgan had claimed to fully trust the Rain Clan's chief.

Then again, maybe she'd just forgotten.

The Rain Clan's chief hesitated before asking:

"Is that… really possible?"

"It's enough. Fairies are free beings. Of course, we must liberate them from their oppression under the clan chiefs."

Morgan declared.

"Then… what name shall we use to rally them?"

The Rain Clan's chief pressed further.

On this point, Morgan and Lot had already discussed and settled on a decision before arriving.

"From now on, I shall act under the name of the Fairy Savior, Tonelico."

Morgan smiled as she spoke to the Rain Clan's chief.

"Come, follow the two of us. Let those fairies learn who they should truly follow."

"Mhm."

Though something felt off, the Rain Clan's chief still nodded and chose to obey.

...

In the north of England, the long-absent Lancelot swung his sword, cutting down several Fang Clan fairies that had been destroying a village.

"These fairies… really are a nuisance."

He spat in annoyance.

Lately, he'd learned of many places to train and adventure from Merlin's guidance.

And he'd gone to every single one.

If it was a trial, he overcame it with all his might. If it was a magical beast, he simply beheaded it.

Compared to before, the current Lancelot had improved by leaps and bounds.

But now, he realized he couldn't continue adventuring much longer.

Because lately, the number of fairies appearing around him had been growing.

"Just how have Lot and Morgan been ruling this country?"

Lancelot once again voiced his disdain for Morgan and Lot, then prepared to press forward and slay more fairies.

His heart was still inclined toward justice.

But as he stepped forward, Lancelot suddenly looked up

A petite silver-haired girl, gripping two swords, stood not far away, her blazing eyes fixed on him.

"Are you the knight Lancelot?"

"Yes, I am Lancelot. And you are…?"

Lancelot asked the girl.