"Morgan, Lot, the two of you have really put me through the wringer!"
After handling the affairs of the fairies, the fairy Morgan hurried to the military camp where Lot and Morgan were stationed. The moment she laid eyes on Morgan, she shot her an intensely resentful glare.
"I never wanted to become the Fairy King. Wouldn't it have been better for me to just live quietly as a recluse? But no I was forced into this position."
The fairy Morgan had considered running away, but with so many fairies placing their hopes on her, counting on her to lead them to survival, how could she possibly abandon them?
In the end, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and accept.
But upon seeing Lot and Morgan, the fairy Morgan couldn't help but vent her frustrations.
Hearing her complaints, Morgan smiled and waved her hand. "Isn't this the most perfect solution? If we, as humans, tried to forcibly suppress the fairies, they would inevitably resist. But with you a fellow fairy as their king, we can collaborate to bring true peace to this little island of Britain."
"...Fine, I understand."
The fairy sighed helplessly.
Because she knew one thing for certain
Morgan wasn't wrong.
Only by doing this could true peace be achieved in this world.
Then, after a moment of thought, the fairy Morgan spoke again:
"Next, we'll lead the remaining fairies back to the Fairy Realm. As for the collaborative efforts, your officials will handle them."
"Mm, don't worry. I'll definitely take care of that," Morgan replied with a nod.
Then, the fairy Morgan raised another question.
"What about Melusine and the leader of the Wind Clan?"
"Melusine has already become one of my top generals," Morgan answered. "As for the Wind Clan's leader… do you really think I'd let them live?"
"Hm."
The fairy Morgan had already anticipated this answer
And she was more than happy with it.
The death of the Wind Clan's leader was nothing but beneficial, both for Camelot and the fairies.
As for Melusine's surrender? That was the best possible outcome.
Having witnessed the events of the Lostbelt, the fairy Morgan absolutely did not want that child to come to harm again.
The discussion continued as the fairy Morgan raised other matters, with Lot and Morgan providing answers one by one.
Finally, once both sides reached an agreement, the collaborative development pact was set into motion.
From then on, the fairies would no longer be a threat to Lot's forces.
On the contrary
They would become a tremendous asset to Camelot in the battles to come.
Several days later.
The aftermath of the battlefield had mostly been dealt with.
Prisoners of war with kind hearts were taken back by the fairy Morgan for ideological re-education. As for the stubborn ones? They were handed over to Camelot's soldiers and put to hard labor.
Alongside the previously captured fairies, they would now contribute to Camelot's development
Working.
Working endlessly.
Working until the construction of Camelot was complete.
Soon after, Lot and his forces returned to Camelot with their army and prisoners in tow.
However, a minor incident occurred during the handover of the captives.
The former leader of the Fang Clan the one Lot had captured at the very beginning of the war demanded a rematch upon learning that the fairies had been utterly defeated with no chance of recovery.
But after months of surviving on nothing but a single bowl of thin gruel a day, the outcome of the fight was a foregone conclusion.
Lot agreed
And effortlessly finished him off.
With that little episode over,
Lot and Morgan moved on to their next phase of development.
Farming. Crop cultivation.
Though Lot's body was that of a Celt,
His heart's desire to till the land could never be erased. Once things settled, he immediately set about establishing agricultural initiatives.
"The Age of Gods won't let us grow crops?"
"Everything we plant just vanishes?"
Lot refused to accept this.
"Man can conquer nature."
That was the mindset carved into his bones.
"If you're useful to me, then you're a god worth worshiping. If not? Then you're worthless."
Knowing the gods were useless, Lot took matters into his own hands.
Seed selection, breeding, soil improvement…
Little by little, Camelot's crop yields actually began to rise.
However
These were only stopgap measures.
The real solution lay in redoubling their efforts.
While Lot busied himself with this, Morgan was far from idle.
She, too, was occupied with something important.
Namely
Pregnancy.
With the fairy problem resolved, Morgan's belly gradually began to swell.
It seemed Agravain's birth wasn't far off.
Lot and Morgan were relatively attentive to this child.
But since they already had experience with Gawain, they weren't overly worried or at least, not as anxious as before.
Several months later,
Morgan was once again wheeled into the delivery room.
This time, however, things were different.
Lot stayed by her side the entire time, only stopping at the delivery room's entrance when the professional midwives barred his way.
"Hygiene is crucial for the mother."
Lot waited outside the room, restless with anxiety.
But unlike last time, he now had company.
"Papa… is Mama really going to be okay?"
Gawain was just as worried.
Though she favored her father between the two, that didn't mean she lacked affection for her mother.
Far from it.
In this era, childbirth was like walking through the gates of hell.
Seeing her mother in potential danger, Gawain couldn't help but fret.
"Don't worry. If she could handle a troublemaker like you, Agravain will be a piece of cake."
Patting his daughter's head, Lot smiled reassuringly.
"I wasn't that much of a troublemaker!"
Though reassured, Gawain pouted at her father's teasing.
"Oh? Then what's this?"
Lot pointed at the red plastic bucket beside Gawain.
The thing had been lying around, and the moment Gawain heard her sibling was about to be born, she'd immediately brought it out?
"I just want my little brother or sister to grow up quickly! That way, they can help you sooner!"
Scratching her head, Gawain grinned sheepishly.
Lot ruffled her hair into a bird's nest.
"That won't be necessary. I can handle the administrative work just fine. Agravain deserves a proper childhood. I don't want him burdened so early."
Gawain had it easy all she had to do was train and chop people up on the battlefield.
Not too difficult.
But Agravain's responsibilities would be far heavier.
Forcing that onto a child would be downright cruel.
Even in Britain, child labor laws had to mean something!
"Hehe…"
Gawain just giggled as her father messed up her hair.
As the two chatted, the sound of a baby's cries echoed from the room.
This being Morgan's second delivery and with her body strengthened by her immense magical energy the birth went smoothly and quickly.
The moment she heard the cries, Gawain nearly bolted inside to see her mother and Agravain.
But Lot held her back.
"Wait. Let them finish up first."
After a short while, Lot and Gawain finally entered.
True to tradition, Lot ignored Agravain entirely at first, focusing solely on Morgan.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Really. And Agravain? Definitely the quiet type."
Now experienced, Morgan was far calmer this time. She'd even propped herself up in bed and was munching on an apple.
"Good. But rest properly no running around. You need to recover."
Seeing Morgan in good spirits, Lot finally relaxed. Still, he couldn't help but remind her to take it easy.
"Relax. I know my own body. I may not be as tough as you knights, but I'm no slouch either," Morgan said, waving him off.
Then, her gaze shifted to the nursemaid holding Agravain.
"So… is Agravain a boy or a girl?"
"I'll check!"
Eagerly, Gawain took on the task, peering over the nursemaid's shoulder.
After a glance, she turned back.
"Agravain is a little brother."
"Mm. Understood."
Morgan and Lot nodded in acknowledgment.
At the same time, Lot let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Because if Agravain had been a girl, he couldn't even begin to imagine what a gender-swapped version of him would look like.