Right now, I understand post-nut clarity better; countless thoughts come to my mind.
When I woke up, Morgan was on top of me. After stroking her head a bit, I thought about waking her up.
After racking my brain, Morgan was married to Urien and was lovers with Lot, at least in the real legend, and it's said, or at least implied, that Mordred grew up in Lot's house.
As long as that little loli named Alaya doesn't show up in front of me, it's not a problem. If something happens, I wouldn't hesitate to launch a suicide attack with Ryujin Jakka, let the world burn, and then let's see if either Gaia or Alaya dares to do anything.
Morgan opens her eyes, fixes her hair: "Good morning, husband," she said.
She's like a cat, puff. I brushed off my worries with Morgan, at least to a minimum level.
We both slowly got up; our bodies were a mess. After taking a bath, we got dressed, and I ordered the servant standing in front of the room to clean it.
The Saxons stayed calm. Vortigern is trying to recover after being injured, which makes sense since I cut the death line on his arm.
This time, we went to the office, and Morgan and I were dealing with paperwork. When we had some free time, I leaned my hand on the table and looked at her: "Tell me, what was that tattoo about?"
Morgan blushes, as if remembering yesterday: "Well, it's a magecraft I created, it maximizes the chance of getting pregnant, so you're going to be a father."
My brain gave an error… Lot.exe stopped working: "I'm guessing there are downsides to this, too."
Morgan's excitement faded, and she lowered her head: "Well, these babies will grow faster. For them, one year will feel like 3.6 years, and they'll grow like that until five years later, when their growth becomes like normal humans. But in return, even though time passes faster for them, their learning capacity and physical strength increase will be incredible. It won't affect their lifespan; only their growth will be very fast. So, even though they'll be mentally and physically 18 years old after five years, their biological age will remain five, and their growth rate will stop after 5 years."
I can understand, Morgan used magecraft with the law of equivalent exchange, but why? I look at Morgan with resentment; this bitch must be Alaya.
Because Gawain, Agravain, Gaheris, and Gareth will be born from Morgan, and Alaya probably messed with Morgan's mind, didn't she?
According to my guess, Artoria will become king in about four and a half years, and my other children are destined to be Knights of the Round Table, so this loli named Alaya sped things up.
So, Arthur's reign lasted about 10-15 years; my kids would barely be 20 years old at that time.
This was unacceptable.
This is already out of control. Please don't let it turn into a singularity. If this turns into a Lostbelt timeline, I'll beg Zelretch to throw me somewhere else if I have to.
Or can I escape with primal runes? I'm not sure. Even though Scathach taught me a few, I'm far from mastering them; even grasping the basics is tough.
Morgan looks at my face and sees that I'm troubled. When she looked at Lot, she realized Lot might cry if pushed further. She felt regret, but it was too late.
(Now, friends, as I explained, I had to create a growth environment for Lott's kids, and I wanted this to coincide with the rise of King Arthur. The story is getting complicated, I'd gladly listen to any ideas you have.)
Lott stood up, hugged Morgan, and rested his head on her shoulder: "I'm not angry, just happy, but let me know next time."
Then he gave Morgan a light kiss on the lips.
Then the door knocked, we pulled back: "Come in."
Ranulf came in, after greeting: "My king, there's news from Percival and Lamorak, should I kill them?"
Lott put his hand on his chin; these two were Knights of the Round Table. If I did something, the Counter Force would happily strike with a "surprise motherfucker."
"Send them a letter. If they continue this blood feud, I'll personally go and kill them, but if they stop, I won't interfere with what they do." This is the most tolerance I can show.
The Brotherhood is currently spread across all of Britannia, but is still connected in a network.
Time kept passing, Scathach didn't stop training me and Morgan in the days that followed, but now she was showing Morgan primal runes, while pushing me to my limits. Morgan's belly had swelled; it had been four months since we first had sex.
Roads were built in Orkney. I kept getting reports from Balin; he's doing a great job as governor, at least. My people didn't dare ask for more from me.
They saw King Lott differently; they saw both his kind and ruthless sides more. A lot, they know noble houses were destroyed, but the people didn't care. Except for a few, most nobles exploited them.
Why would they care about them? That's why no civil war started when noble houses fell, because no one cared about the nobles. No matter how much the knights of noble houses tried to fight, they were all wiped out.
Today, Leodegrance was coming to visit again; apparently, Guinevere kept bothering her father.
Thanks to Scathach, I became proficient in everything, but since I inherited Yamamoto's memories, I am best at using a katana.
I also inherited Zeno's memories, so I recreated some of his techniques, or rather movements, with reiatsu. After all, nen and reiatsu come from the soul, and Zeno Zoldyck's movements were dragon-based, and guess who else is a dragon? Yes, my Sun Dragon lineage helped me recreate them.
Morgan and I were lying in bed when she suddenly screamed. I looked at her; she grabbed my head and placed it on her belly, and I felt a kick.
Morgan was so excited: "Lot, did you feel it? It kicked, it kicked!" Her excitement was huge, her voice trembling.
I put my hand to my mouth: "Pfft, my wife, the kids are pretty energetic, aren't they?" Morgan puffed her cheeks: "Don't tease me, idiot," she said.
I'm doing everything I can for her. I did my best to ensure her pregnancy went normally.
I was with her everywhere, meals were specially chosen, whenever she craved something, I tried to fulfill it, but she also seemed a bit sad.
"Lot, can I ask something?" Oh, here comes the emotional moment. During pregnancy, I went through this a lot; sometimes Morgan would cry out of nowhere, hold me, and ask if she'd be a good mother.
I look into her blue eyes: "Tell me, my love." This is one of the biggest trials I've faced.
Her voice was soft: "Am I beautiful?" I touched her nose. "My love, you're more beautiful than anything to me," I said.
She turns bright red again; she's not used to compliments, but I was praising her with all my strength so she wouldn't feel bad.
(Friends, the chapters are moving fast, but the issue is that there are exactly four and a half years until Artoria's time; the real story will start there. Think of this as a prologue. After 3 or 4 more chapters, the main story will begin. Other than that, if you have any suggestions, don't hesitate to share. For now, I avoided overcomplicating things by involving Alaya and didn't want to ramble about magecraft for two chapters, thinking you wouldn't want to hear that. Thanks.)