"Your Majesty Lott, everything is ready!" the guard announced cheerfully.
"???"
When the guard said this, Lott's expression was filled with confusion.
"What did you prepare?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
He wasn't the kind of man to demand fine wine, food, or entertainment as soon as he arrived somewhere. He had never asked this guard to do anything, so why was he so eager to inform Lott that he was ready? Lott found himself completely baffled.
"Of course, it's a weapon!" the guard replied matter-of-factly.
As he spoke, he pulled out a spear equipped with a fishing net and fishing line from behind him. He handed it to Lott, a look of excitement on his face. "Your Majesty, although you didn't say it yesterday, you still experimented with this weapon's potential. You have Excalibur, so you don't need other weapons. This new invention of yours must be used by our soldiers. Therefore, when you went to experiment yesterday, I started making these. We produced hundreds of these weapons overnight. If you need more, we can make them quickly!"
"..."
At the guard's words, Lott suddenly felt dizzy.
He had merely acted on a whim to try out a fishing rod he had found. Why did they think it was a weapon?! Just by observing his actions, they derived so much significance. If they were in a future life, they would probably ace reading comprehension tests with ease.
"Your Majesty, is everything alright?" the guard asked, noticing Lott's strange expression.
"No, I'm fine. I just got up this morning and haven't had breakfast yet," Lott replied casually, trying to brush it off.
The guard nodded seriously, not doubting Lott's excuse. "Then Your Majesty, I will go order food for you right away."
"Okay, hurry up."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guard hurried off.
After he left, Lott covered his chest, feeling overwhelmed.
This was too much.
He had inadvertently modified the spear, adding decorations that served no purpose. What a waste of fishing rods and spears! In some ways, Lott could be considered quite stingy, feeling distressed at the thought of so many resources going to waste.
"No, I need to tell the guard later not to do this for me again," Lott resolved in his mind.
Soon, the guard returned with a few maids who brought breakfast for Lott: authentic pancakes with fruits and a bowl of soy milk.
As the blonde maid approached, Lott couldn't help but laugh at the scene. He had seen it many times before, but the sight never failed to amuse him.
Unfortunately, he hadn't taught the maid the local dialect. It would have been interesting to hear her describe the regional dish in the local tongue.
Lott enjoyed his breakfast.
Halfway through, two familiar figures entered.
Lott looked up to see Bedivere and Tristan.
Upon seeing him, the two knelt on one knee and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, we have brought five thousand soldiers here, ready for your command."
Lott wiped his mouth and thought, [The chef in this place is terrible; who let him creatively roll barbecue in pancake fruit?] He continued to grumble inwardly.
Then he addressed Bedivere and Tristan, "Good, prepare yourselves. We're going to fight those pesky fairies this time."
Upon hearing that they were going to battle the fairies, Bedivere and Tristan became cautious, as if anticipating a challenge.
Lott noticed their strong fighting spirit and gently patted them on the shoulders. "That's the spirit! After we defeat Vortigern, we must also take down those fairies who conspired with him."
"Well, these soldiers have travelled a long distance today. We must arrange accommodation for them. Let's go check on that," Lott instructed.
"Yes," they replied in unison, following him out.
As they walked, Lott rubbed his chin, a puzzled look crossing his face.
Wasn't there something he forgot to mention?
…
After Lott left, the guard approached.
Seeing that his lord had not commented further, he scratched his head.
"I didn't say it was bad, so that means my suggestions about new weapons must have been good. Perhaps His Majesty didn't praise me because I didn't do enough. I should produce more to meet his needs," he thought to himself before turning to leave.
From now on, he was determined to fight for the cause of His Majesty Lott.
…
As Lott walked outside with Bedivere and Tristan, they encountered the victims of recent events.
To his surprise, he saw Baobhan Sith assisting them.
What was going on?!
Just yesterday, she had been defiant, wanting to challenge him. Now she was helping the very people she had once tormented.
Lott's jaw dropped in shock.
[How did my wife manage to change her?]
Morgan, witnessing the transformation of Baobhan Sith, smiled to herself.
She heard Lott's silent thoughts and turned her gaze away, feeling pleased with the change.
Segouzi was awake.
He looked healthy, but…
Morgan noticed Tristan following Lott.
She glanced back at Baobhan Sith, who was still diligently working.
Recalling the lustful voice from the night before, Morgan couldn't help but chuckle.
How intriguing—one was the knight Tristan, and the other, the fairy knight Tristan.
At that moment, Baobhan Sith approached, her expression serious.
"Are you going to say something with that look?" Morgan inquired.
"I feel like I should, but I can't become a kind fairy. While I was doing those kind acts just now, I felt convinced in my heart," Baobhan Sith admitted.
"Why do you think that?" Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because if I stay this way, it will be hard for me to remain true to myself. I'd rather be the wicked fairy Baobhan Sith than a kind fairy," she replied earnestly.
Then her expression shifted, becoming fierce.
"This is who I am!" she declared boldly.
Just then, a child ran over, biting his finger in curiosity. "Big sister, what are you doing?" he asked innocently.
Baobhan Sith's defiance evaporated, and her laughter abruptly ceased.
Morgan couldn't help but laugh at the scene.
"See, can you return to your past self now?" she teased Baobhan Sith.
"I… this is…" Baobhan Sith stammered, at a loss for words.
At that moment, Lott approached, sensing Baobhan Sith's embarrassment. He smiled and ruffled the child's hair, saying, "Your big sister looks like a troublemaker. You shouldn't follow her."
"Huh?" The child looked confused.
Lott quickly produced a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to the child, encouraging him to run along.
After the child left, Baobhan Sith turned to Lott, irritated. "You're the real troublemaker!"
Though she didn't understand the reference, she sensed it wasn't a compliment.
Lott shot back, "You're not a troublemaker; why are you so self-conscious? You want to be a unique fairy, but are all fairies the same? I sense you're afraid of something, and that's why you feel this way."
It seemed he had hit a nerve.
After Lott's words, Baobhan Sith fell silent.
After a moment, she finally spoke, "I have this strange premonition, like a warning. It feels like if I don't become a fairy that kills, I will completely fade away."
"Okay!?"
What did that even mean?!