Galahad had confirmed in his heart that his arrival was indeed connected to Morgan.
Now, he turned to the question that concerned him most:
"Your Majesty Morgan, may I ask... where is my father now?"
No matter what he intended to do, knowing his father's whereabouts was paramount.
He wanted to ask Morgan to learn where Lancelot was.
Only by knowing his location could he act accordingly.
Even if nothing could be changed...
Even if his father and mother still couldn't find happiness...
At the very least, he could beat Lancelot up to vent his frustration.
Hearing this, Morgan's expression stiffened slightly.
Your father's location?
How should I know?
I don't even know who you really are how could I possibly know where your father is?
"He will come to you in due time."
Morgan glanced at Galahad, her tone laden with implication.
He'll come eventually.
As for when exactly? No idea.
Could be three days, could be thirty years.
But as long as he shows up eventually, it won't count as a lie.
What was it Lot called this again?
"Painting a grand vision" or "quenching thirst by imagining plums."
Whatever. Just reel him in first.
As for Galahad...
He had just come of age this year.
And he was still painfully pure-hearted.
Faced with Morgan's words, he didn't doubt them for a second.
"Understood, Your Majesty Morgan."
Galahad nodded solemnly.
"Good. Now that you understand, you may stay with Artoria's Round Table Knights for the time being. If you have any further questions, come find me again."
...Though I can't guarantee I'll actually be able to help.
"Yes."
With a hint of gratitude, " Gala " took his leave.
Though he hadn't gotten the answers he wanted today...
At least he now knew what to do next.
Morgan watched as Galahad finally walked away and let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Good grief, that was exhausting.
Dealing with him was way harder than I expected.
"Ugh, I need comfort."
With that thought, she went looking for Lot.
Hehe~ here I come~
Creeping up silently behind Lot, she found him still buried in paperwork, handling various administrative matters.
[Damn it, I kinda regret just beheading those nobles now.]
Hm?
Morgan paused mid-step.
What?
You think they were wrongly accused?
No way I remember how much you hated those nobles!
[I should've hanged every last one of them from lampposts. Oh wait, this era doesn't have lampposts yet. Guess the ship masts would have to do let everyone see what happens to traitors.]
"..."
Yeah, that sounds more like you.
[These nobles squeezed their people dry, deceived the king at every turn, embezzled funds, and didn't even bother building basic infrastructure. Even without the Age of Gods ending, they'd have ruined this era on their own.]
[If you want prosperity, shouldn't you at least build some damn roads?]
[No wonder Vortigern's invasion was so hard to counter with roads this bad, reinforcements could never arrive in time!]
[Too bad it's unrealistic to have Morgan handle this now. We'll have to wait until our capabilities improve.]
Build roads?
And connect all of Britain's highways so troops can be mobilized swiftly against Vortigern?
Morgan silently noted the first part of his thoughts.
Then she heard the last line.
Her eyebrow twitched.
Oh?
You think I can't do it?
You looking down on me?
Hmph! I'll prove you wrong!
Your talents might be impressive...
But you're still beneath me.
Literally.
...Wait, that came out wrong.
Did I catch my husband's degeneracy by osmosis?
Whatever. Time for a little payback.
Morgan decided to "play a small prank" on Lot.
She crept closer, eyeing his waist.
"Hehe~ I know you're super ticklish. Time for some payback."
Just as she took another step forward
[She's been breathing down my neck for ages now. Does she really think I don't notice?]
[Does she honestly believe her stealth can fool a knight's instincts?]
[What's she reaching for?]
[...Is she trying to tickle me?]
[Oh god, no I hate being tickled!]
Morgan felt a stab of defeat.
Damn it, he saw right through me.
Meanwhile, Lot's internal monologue continued:
[But if I dodge, she'll feel bad.]
Too late for that I already do.
[Ah, screw it. I'll tough it out.]
[Can't let her feel rejected, right?]
[Man, if there were a "Top 10 Best Husbands" ranking, I'd definitely make the list.]
You wouldn't just be on the list.
You'd be the best husband in the world.
Morgan smiled faintly and kept walking toward him.
[Here she comes...]
[Deep breaths... stay strong...]
Morgan's hand reached out
"Hey! Who's sneak-attacking me "
Lot's protest died in his throat.
Because Morgan's hand wasn't aiming for his ticklish spots.
Instead, it landed on his shoulders.
And began massaging him.
"Huh?!"
Lot blinked in shock.
His wife adored him, yes.
But Morgan was a proud queen.
Even when she was begging for mercy in bed, she did so with her chin held high.
For her to give him a massage?
That was unheard of.
"Hehe~ Bet you didn't see this coming!"
Morgan grinned inwardly.
Leaning close to his ear, she whispered sweetly:
"Lot, you've been working so hard. As your wife, of course I should pamper you a little. Well? How's the pressure?"
"Perfect."
Lot closed his eyes in bliss.
[Though... this is kinda weird.]
[Guess my teachings paid off!]
[Morgan, who was supposed to be a wicked queen, has become such a loving wife I'm just too amazing.]