"You're still not safe on your own. Let's have Melusine and Gawain go with you," Morgan decided. She couldn't allow Galahad to face the situation alone. By combining the strength of Galahad, Melusine, and Gawain, they would become an unstoppable force. Even though Gawain didn't have her triple power boost right now, her current abilities were still formidable. Not to mention, if she teamed up with Melusine, even Vortigern wouldn't stand a chance.
Despite her decision, Morgan couldn't shake off her curiosity. What is going on with this Heroic Spirit? she wondered. Why didn't Mordred come to help me? I'm her mother, after all! Instead of supporting me, she's helping others against me. How ungrateful!
She huffed in annoyance, feeling a mixture of anger and disbelief. That child really needs to be taught a lesson!
Turning her thoughts away from Mordred, Morgan decided to check on Lott. He had drunk a lot earlier, and she wanted to make sure he was okay. Despite his tendency to joke around and say the most absurd things, he was still her husband. And as much as he irritated her sometimes, she wouldn't tolerate seeing him uncomfortable.
I've asked the maids to look after him, but I'll go and see him myself, Morgan thought, her concern outweighing her irritation. With that, she headed toward Lott's room.
Lott, meanwhile, was beginning to sober up. His head throbbed slightly, and he let out a soft groan, chastising himself. I really shouldn't have drunk so much. My physical strength might have increased, but my alcohol tolerance hasn't improved one bit.
He recalled that Morgan had been speaking to him earlier. He had answered her questions, but now he couldn't remember what he had said. Did I say something stupid? Knowing myself, I probably did, he thought with a sigh.
Outside the room, Morgan heard his thoughts and couldn't help but smile. Yes, you did say something ridiculous, but I'll let it go this time.
With a playful grin on her face, she entered the room. Seeing Lott sitting up, looking a bit confused, she walked over to him.
"Lottie, are you feeling better now?" she asked, her voice gentle.
"Almost there," Lott nodded, trying to appear more composed. He suddenly remembered what had happened earlier and quickly added, "If I said anything strange while I was drunk, just forget about it, okay?"
Morgan chuckled. "Don't worry, I didn't hear a thing."
She reached for a pitcher of warm water on the table and poured him a glass. "Here, drink this."
Lott took the glass, grateful for the warmth it provided. "Thanks, Morgan," he said with a genuine smile.
Morgan watched him drink, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay, now that you're feeling better, let's talk about our children."
Lott nearly choked on the water. "What are you planning?" he asked, cautiously inching away.
Morgan raised an eyebrow, amused by his reaction. "Nothing bad, of course," she teased. "We should at least have two more children. That's enough, right?"
Lott blinked, surprised. "Uh, sure," he agreed, still a bit confused. "But not after drinking. It's not good for the baby."
Morgan's smile grew. He's actually worried about that right now? she thought, amused.
Besides, Mordred was created entirely by magic, wasn't she? Lott thought, trying to remember what he had heard about the original story.
Morgan's eyes widened at his thoughts. What did he just say? Mordred created by magic? She was taken aback. In another world, I used magic out of jealousy to create Mordred.
Trying to maintain her composure, she leaned in closer, her smile widening. "You think about the strangest things, Lott. But yes, let's focus on our family. We should have two more children, at least."
"Of course," Lott nodded, trying to keep up with her train of thought.
Compared to history, we have three children together. Maybe we should name the next one Mordred too? In that world, Mordred was created because Morgan used magic on Altria out of jealousy, he thought, still mulling over the implications.
Morgan's eyes widened even further. So that's how it happened! I did all that out of jealousy? She shook her head slightly, hiding her shock. I really need to be more careful with this Mordred. After all, she is still my child, even if she's from another timeline.
With a soft sigh, Morgan took a towel and gently wiped Lott's face. "Alright, you rest now, Lott. I have some things to take care of."
"Okay," Lott replied, smiling as she tended to him.
Before leaving, Morgan looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe I'll have a surprise for you tomorrow."
"Surprise? Just don't shock me too much," Lott joked.
Morgan rolled her eyes and playfully knocked on his head. "Behave, you rascal."
She turned and left the room, leaving Lott to rest. As he lay back, he felt a sense of calm wash over him, finally drifting off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Ritsuka, Mash, and Mordred hurried back to their temporary base after their encounter with Galahad. Lancelot was waiting for them, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
"What happened? You all look like you've been through a lot," Lancelot asked, his eyes scanning them for any signs of injury.
"We ran into Galahad," Mordred replied, frustration evident in her voice.
"And?" Lancelot pressed, leaning forward.
"We tried talking to him, but he attacked us. We had to fight back and then retreat," Mordred explained, crossing her arms.
Mash and Ritsuka exchanged worried glances. This timeline was a Singular Point, and they needed to correct it. But fixing it meant everything in this world would change, and all the memories they had made would likely disappear.
Lancelot noticed their hesitation and sighed. "It seems Galahad sensed something was wrong. His instincts are sharp, and he's probably suspicious of your presence."
He gave them a sympathetic smile. "Bad luck, isn't it?"
Ritsuka sighed. "I know our luck isn't great, but we still have to handle this."
"Of course," Lancelot agreed. "But how do you plan to do that?"
Ritsuka hesitated. "We'll find a way. We always do."
Lancelot studied her for a moment, then nodded. "If you're determined, then you'll need to be prepared. Right now, no one in Britain can help you with this. The Scottish kings are trembling under Lott's power. Resistance is nearly impossible."
He paused, then added with a serious tone, "Your only chance is to face this head-on."
Ritsuka took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "We will. We'll find a way to set things right."
Lancelot pointed outside, his voice calm. "Just like now, the enemy is waiting. It's up to you to decide how you'll face them."
The room fell silent as they contemplated their next move. The path ahead was daunting, but they knew they had to move forward, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.