Chapter 154: Strategies and Preparations for Battle

A New Challenge

What was it that he sought to catch? It seemed that whatever he was after could rival even those who had become lords of the land—like the sister wielding the holy spear or the queen of the Shadow Kingdom, Scáthach. What could be on his mind?

If Morgan could ask Lott out, he would undoubtedly nod his head vigorously in agreement. Yes, it was entirely possible. If he were to catch something as formidable as a black hole, not even Rhongomyniad, Gaia, or Alaya would stand a chance.

Though Morgan hadn't posed the question, she had greater expectations for Lott. She was determined to push him harder.

While her mind churned with thoughts, Lott clapped his hands together. "Well, we don't need to focus on Scotland's affairs right now. We must address our issues first. We need to eliminate the masses quickly. The occupation of Scotland can wait until after we handle this."

"That's true," Morgan agreed, her expression serious. The mention of Vortigern, who had transformed into a magical dragon, made her grit her teeth. This guy had turned Britain, which she and Lott had claimed as their own, into a mess.

Morgan had always viewed Britain as her domain, and Vortigern's actions felt like a personal attack. If someone was wrecking your own home, what should you do? You'd want to take them down with your sword!

Dealing with Vortigern was not the issue; the real question was how to do it. Morgan turned to Lott. "Lott, how much strength can we muster to confront Vortigern right now?"

To defeat Vortigern, high-end combat power was crucial. The role of ordinary soldiers was minimal, and Lott had no intention of sending them into battle. If he were a cruel monarch, he might not care about his men and use them as mere fodder. But Lott was not that kind of leader. He didn't want to waste his soldiers just to wear down Vortigern.

So, they needed to rely on their generals. Lott began counting them, discussing strategies with Morgan.

"First up is me, the most handsome man in Britain, the wisest king, the dream lover of countless maidens," he declared with a grin.

Morgan shot him a look that said, "If you dare to flirt, I'll deal with you myself."

Lott chuckled but continued, "My strength is only decent—probably on par with Altria when she first drew Excalibur. But I wield the Holy Sword, which could inflict serious damage on Vortigern."

"But getting close enough to strike requires planning," Morgan added thoughtfully.

Next, Lott considered his wife. Morgan was now a formidable magician, commanding more than half of England's magical forces. However, she had limited combat experience and would never allow herself to be put in danger. Thus, she could only offer support from the back lines.

Morgan pouted, slightly dissatisfied with this role. But she noticed Lott's serious expression and knew arguing was futile. She rolled her eyes at his playful demeanour but accepted the situation.

"I guess I should have learned more gain magic," Morgan mused silently.

Lott continued his analysis of their generals. "The third one is Altria—my sister-in-law and your sister. She's incredibly talented and strong, especially after training under Scáthach. I believe she's much more powerful than her counterpart from the timeline."

With Excalibur and the Sword of Oath of Victory, Altria was a key asset in dealing with Vortigern. The only downside was her height; against taller opponents, she might struggle. However, Vortigern's massive size meant this wouldn't be a problem.

The fourth general was Galahad. While his swordsmanship and martial arts were exceptional, his current weapon lacked effectiveness against Vortigern. His destructive power was slightly less than that of Lott and Altria.

Then there was Tristan. His strength was respectable, and his archery skills were invaluable. If the enemies stayed at a distance, he could deal significant damage to Vortigern with precise shots.

Fifth was Bedivere—an excellent adjutant but not particularly effective against Vortigern.

Next was Kay. He was skilled in swordsmanship, yet his current weapon wasn't ideal for this fight.

Lastly, there was Guinevere.

"Wait a moment—what can Guinevere possibly do against Vortigern?" Morgan interjected, her tone laced with frustration.

Lott shrugged, "I'm just trying to fill out a team of Seven Samurai. I mean, shouldn't our daughter with Galatine be included? Sure, she's young, but she could still contribute."

Just then, they heard the distinct sound of little boots approaching. Turning, they saw Little Gawain.

"Why can't I help?" she declared, clearly having overheard their conversation.

"You still have time to grow," Lott replied gently. "This is between your father and mother."

Little Gawain crossed her arms defiantly. "I'm not a kid anymore!"

Lott chuckled and tousled her hair. "Alright, you have to cheer for us then."

"I will find a way to help!" she insisted, her determination shining through.

"Of course, you will!" Lott grinned, pinching her cheek playfully.

Inwardly, he thought, I'll just keep an eye on her. I've instructed the guards to block the palace walls; she'll have a hard time escaping this time.

Morgan couldn't help but smile at Lott's antics. He seemed to have a knack for charming their children, and she knew he was quite the skilled father.

"Alright," Lott said, turning back to Morgan. "Let's get back to planning how to deal with Vortigern."

"Agreed," she replied. "And please, let's not discuss Guinevere anymore."

"Then how about we consider the old trickster Merlin?" Lott suggested.

"Will he help?" Morgan asked skeptically.

"If he's not useful in combat, at least he can create some distraction," Lott replied with a wink. "He does have a strong build, making him a good choice for a decoy. Plus, he can use magic automatically."

"That's a solid idea," Morgan admitted, chuckling.

After sharing a few laughs, they resumed strategizing for the impending battle.

A few days later, news came that Vortigern, transformed into a magical dragon, was attacking the city near the Welsh border.

Instantly, Lott, Morgan, and their allies were invigorated by the news. They had calculated the trajectory of Vortigern's attacks, and now they knew where to intercept him.

Lott quickly gathered the generals. "Altria, Galahad, and Tristan, I need you three to bring five hundred of our best Knights of the Round Table to join me and Morgan. We are facing a critical battle, so prepare yourselves."

"Yes!" Altria responded enthusiastically.

Kay, overhearing the plan, questioned Lott, "Are you sure about this? Leaving just me and Bedivere behind makes it seem like you doubt our strength, Your Majesty."

"Not at all. I trust you all too much, which is why I left you to guard Camelot. Remember, our enemy isn't just Vortigern," Lott explained, recalling the reports about fairy corpses they had received.

"I'll ensure Camelot is well protected," Kay said confidently.

"Alright then, let's move quickly. The white dragon has appeared; we need to catch up to him!" Lott urged.

"Understood," Kay replied, nodding determinedly.

"Let's get going. Bring your weapons!" Lott commanded.

With the group prepared, they packed four days' worth of supplies and set off.

The journey took them about three days to reach their destination. They had packed an extra day's worth of food specifically for Altria.

As the group set off, only Kay and Bedivere remained behind to defend Camelot.

But they weren't alone. Little Gawain was watching from a distance, her heart set on helping her parents.