To verify the truth of Merlin's words, he went to consult other court mages who had accompanied King Uther.
The reason for seeking out King Uther's court mages was primarily to inform the king himself.
This matter had to be brought to King Uther's attention.
If King Uther remained unaware, what would happen when they clashed with Vortigern? Suddenly realizing their ally was—
Gone?
If Lot hadn't even advanced into Vortigern's heartland yet, and Camelot was lost in the meantime…
A base trade—only to lose it.
Then he would have doomed both King Uther and himself.
The results of his consultation with the mages, of course, matched Merlin's words exactly.
Upon receiving this news, Lot was naturally overjoyed.
Who wouldn't want an extra skill?
After confirming it, he went to King Uther and laid out the entire plan.
Then, he returned to his own castle.
As soon as he entered the study, he called out to Morgan.
"Morgan, come here. I have good news for you."
But after speaking, he finally got a proper look at her.
Her right hand gripped the quill with excessive force, carving into the parchment as if etching bamboo slips.
Extremely forceful.
Lot happened to witness this scene.
He gulped.
[Seeing her like this… am I about to be silenced?]
Morgan set down the quill.
Horndog, why'd you return so soon?!
My elegance—
Now completely ruined in front of him.
This horndog actually thinks I'd silence him?!
Just how terrifying did my expression look?
Thank goodness it was only him.
If anyone else had seen…
"Then I really would have had to silence them."
Morgan mused inwardly.
As for Lot…
Ahem.
"Lot, your quill is defective. No matter how hard I pressed, the ink wouldn't flow properly."
Morgan offered her excuse.
"Mhm, I see, I see."
Lot nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Meanwhile, Morgan peered into his heart.
After scrutinizing for a while, she found only two words there:
[Survival Instinct].
"Good." Morgan nodded in satisfaction. Then, she asked, "By the way, what was it you came in to say earlier?"
"Oh, right. The issue I was worried about has been resolved."
Lot explained.
"What?"
Morgan was stunned.
Hadn't this horndog just been making excuses earlier?
Did he actually go and fix it?
She'd assumed he was just finding a place to slack off.
Turns out he was actually working.
Morgan approached Lot and said apologetically, "Seems I misjudged you earlier."
"It's fine. What kind of man gets angry at his wife over something so trivial?"
Lot sat down, replying casually.
Meanwhile, his inner thoughts—
[Heheh, dumping all the paperwork on Morgan without even looking lazy. I'm a genius.]
"…"
Misjudged, but not entirely.
Morgan massaged her temples.
Sometimes, hearing too much wasn't a blessing.
"So, what was it you were worried about again?"
"The enemy mages, like I said."
Lot repeated his explanation.
"And you found a way to handle it?"
Morgan pressed.
Even she didn't know every mage's capabilities. If someone truly could scout the fleet, it wouldn't be impossible.
"Morgan, my body has a unique trait—it completely blocks detection from other mages. If you don't believe me, try using a scrying spell on me."
Lot wore a smug go ahead, test me expression.
Seeing his triumphant grin, Morgan didn't know how to react.
Lot, are you joking?
You can't be detected by mages?
But faced with his confidence, she had no choice.
If he insisted, she'd just have to shatter his delusion.
Also, Merlin—are you tricking my horndog into thinking he knows nothing about magecraft? Once I debunk this, I'm smacking your head in.
Morgan plotted silently.
At the same time, she cast a detection spell.
"Alright, watch this. My spell will pinpoint your location in an instant—"
Halfway through her boast, Morgan froze.
Her spell had zero effect.
"I… really can't detect you."
"See? I wasn't lying."
Lot grinned.
Morgan's shock was unconcealable.
What is this?! I don't even need to cast spells to hear his thoughts—sometimes against my will! Yet when I actively try to scry him, nothing works?!
What's going on with Lot's body?!
"Told you I was right."
Seeing Morgan's expression, Lot knew her spell had failed.
[Morgan's stunned face is kinda cute.]
Morgan schooled her features.
No way I'm letting this horndog see me flustered.
I'm the Queen who commands all.
I can't afford to be shocked.
"Well, with you here, our operations will proceed much smoother."
She nodded with forced composure.
At the same time, she couldn't help studying Lot.
How is he this capable?
Skilled at everything, solving every potential problem…
If only he'd cut the nonsense in his head and stop slacking off, he'd be perfect.
Morgan sighed inwardly.
Seems reforming this horndog will take a while.
In the following days, the afterglow of the wedding festivities lingered.
The Tyrant King had begun mobilizing his forces. King Uther, unable to stay longer, hurried back to Camelot to prepare for the coming assault.
Moreover, with Lot absent, his own preparations grew even more demanding.
Morgan seized this chance to have Lot recruit both Kay and Artoria as knights.
After their knighting, Lot assigned them to lead two scouting cavalry units.
Thus, the future King of Knights and a Round Table member from original history now served as—scout troop captains.
Oh, and Merlin remained in Orkney for the time being.
Officially, to counter enemy mages.
But deep down, Lot knew—
Merlin's definitely here on Uther's orders to protect his two daughters.
After all, if Morgan and Artoria were wiped out, Uther's lineage would end right here.