The wedding night is over. A special room was allocated for King Uther and Merlin.
The real situation: Morgan is standing in front of me, and she's furious, like she's going to tear me apart. "Why won't you touch me, Lott?"
I can feel the anger in her voice, but I don't care. I understand this woman's aim. She's not doing this out of love; she just wants to create a bond between us and most likely declare war on Camelot.
But look, I'm refusing. Why? Because there are many reasons.
One of the things on my mind is that in the legend, Morgause cheated on me with Pellinore. Why is there so much NTR in this time of King Arthur and Fate?
Now, instead of Morgeuse, there is Morgan. Judging by the situation, Morgeuse is her human half.
Her kissing me, or me responding to her, is just a way to restrain her, and I've prevented her from going any further.
She's standing in front of me in a new nightgown. I'm also wearing comfortable clothes.
She's beautiful, even very beautiful, but I'm in a forced relationship with a crazy woman. I would have preferred to marry some random person instead.
I turned my back on her and lay at the edge of the bed. I can feel Morgan's hurt feelings from here, but instead of being a tool of Camelot's destruction, I'd rather kill my wife with my own hands.
Morgan is still trying to approach me, but I push her away. I hope she understands.
That's how the night passed.
In the early hours of the morning, Morgan wasn't next to me. Good. That saves me from trouble. I had a magecraft workshop built for her, so she's probably there. I put on my usual training clothes.
Balin is waiting outside the door. He's my most loyal man right now because I raised him from zero to a hundred very quickly, and even though training with me is like hell, he's slowly improving. His swordsmanship is already at a good level.
I want to establish an assassin guild, something like a brotherhood. I have someone in mind. There's a candidate named Ranulf Geoffrey. If I hadn't paid attention, I wouldn't have noticed his existence. He seems like a suitable assassin.
[Mission: Establish an assassin guild]
[Reward: Zoldyck family assassination techniques, Zeno Zoldyck's experience]
Shit, what is this? If I absorb it, I have to apply it. If I torture myself a bit, it becomes fully operational.
With my current strength, I wej sak tn ofir fa face Vortigern yet, but that doesn't matter. I need to intensify my training.
I look at Balin. "Call Ranulf Geoffrey. Now."
Balin is surprised by my tone and immediately goes to summon Ranulf. I'm going to train this boy because when he looks at me, I can see admiration in his eyes.
15 minutes later
Ranulf is standing in front of me in the document room, looking like he doesn't understand what's happening. "At your service, my king," he says with devotion.
I squint my eyes. He's a blond, thin, and quite handsome young man. "Ranulf, do you want to be my left arm?"
Ranulf kneels. "It would be an honor, my king," he says, but his voice is trembling, as if he doesn't understand what just happened.
I go over to him and lift him by his shoulders. "My soldiers shouldn't kneel, including to me. The reason is that those who kneel today might one day kneel and beg for their lives. But no. My soldiers, my knights, won't do that. Keep your heads up at all times. When you see me, give the salute I taught you."
Ranulf gets emotional when he hears this and snaps into a salute. "Thank you, my king."
I smile. This kid has potential. "Now, what I want is to form an assassin organization. Do you want to be its leader? But I warn you, this is for the kingdom. You may have to do things you don't want to do."
Ranulf's eyes tear up. "I don't care about honor, my king. I'm ready to do anything for the future of the kingdom."
I extend my hand, and he shakes it. "Let our brotherhood be eternal. Get ready, we're going to receive special training."
He nods.
[Reward received: Zoldyck assassination techniques, Zeno Zoldyck's experience]
Unknown information floods into my mind. We've cooked. I sent the generals to train the knights. I told them I was going to receive special training. Balin will train with them in my place and monitor them just as well. No one will slack off.
Although my body is immune to normal poisons, it's not resistant to powerful ones. With this assassin training, I'll be immune to everything, but I need help.
Someone comes to mind, but is he suitable? I tell Ranulf to follow me. He walks behind me. Balin went to training.
I arrive in front of Morgan's magic workshop. I knock on the door. I hear a voice. "Come in."
Ranulf and I enter. Morgan looks angry. "Oh, my husband finally thought of me. What do you want?"
I frown, but I don't care if it's going to be like this. I explain my training plan. Ranulf is trembling next to me as if what he heard is a dream.
Morgan's face lights up. Maybe the best way to get revenge on me, that I'm the one who gave her the idea.
One hour later
Morgan and I arrive at a dungeon-like place. I already have a training plan in mind. I'll go a bit easier on Ranulf because I can progress faster thanks to my Sun Dragon bloodline. That makes things easier.
The poisons are ready. First, I injected myself with the strongest poison I could currently handle. Ranulf started with the lighter ones.
The poison burns like ten thousand fire ants eating me alive.
I dislocated Ranulf's joints. He's like a rag doll now. It hurts, but he doesn't scream. I then ordered Morgan to dislocate my joints.
Morgan chained me up like a baby. Then the training began. Morgan applied electric shocks to us, sometimes burned us, and sometimes tried new things. Every time Ranulf lost consciousness, she woke him up and continued.
King Uther had already left the palace without telling anyone.
By the end of the first month, my body had already developed immunity to poisons. Much stronger poisons followed — ones that could kill just from the smell. Ranulf was doing well, but not improving as much as me. When we had to walk with our joints dislocated, he was almost in tears. I just clenched my teeth.
Thanks to Zeno's memories, I adapted more quickly. I could control my joints as I wished, and my fingernails had become sharper than blades.
Three months later
Since starting the total training, I've become perfect. Today is my final training. Morgan shocks me with 5 million watts of power.
Ah, it hurts. But that's it. Morgan has a twisted smile on her face. She was the one torturing me and Ranulf during the whole process. Ranulf slowly adapted. Balin had also gotten stronger.
After the torture sessions, I taught Ranulf infiltration and assassination techniques.
I taught Balin how to manage state affairs. My soldiers had become terrifyingly strong.
Ten thousand knights and generals were training under me, but these were just the elite. The rest of the regular knights were trained by the elite according to my methods.
My relationship with Morgan still isn't bad, but it's not close either. The girl seems to have awakened a new fetish. It's terrifying.
Flashback no jutsu
During another training session, Morgan brought me to the brink of unconsciousness. She was whipping me and laughing.
Laugh all you want, you woman with daddy issues. Ranulf was barely conscious.
Suddenly, Morgan's grin grew wider as if she had an idea. She threw the whip aside and reached her hands to my pants, intending to pull them down.
When I realized this, I broke the part of the chain holding my right hand. I was still hanging from the chain. "If you touch me, you'll die," I told Morgan. This woman had tried to approach me a few times, but I rejected her each time.
I grabbed the hand she was using to grab my pants and looked into her eyes. Morgan was trembling.
She pulled her hand back. She was now questioning Lott's preferences. "Am I not beautiful? Am I useless?"
Flashback over
That was everything. Naval affairs improved even more. New agricultural tools added new methods to farming. I also encouraged livestock breeding. The country was truly rising during this period — strong enough to destroy Pellinore.
Wait for me, Pellinore. I'm coming to fuck your mother.