Chapter 199: Aesc the Savior

"Yes," Lott replied, nodding enthusiastically. However, his excitement didn't manifest in any dramatic reactions. After all, Morgan was carrying Agravain's child. While Agravain's influence wasn't as overwhelming as Gawain's, Lott felt protective; this was his child, and he would never harm it.

Morgan adjusted her disguise, saying, "With this makeup, no one will recognize me unless they're someone who knows me well. Besides, with another 'Morgan' stationed at the barracks, the fairies will probably think it's just an accident."

"Okay," Lott agreed, acknowledging Morgan's strategy.

Morgan then glanced at Lott and asked, "What about your disguise? Aren't you going to do anything?"

"It's not that easy," Lott responded. He proceeded to don a suit of armour, placing a helmet on his head. He even added a silver mask over the helmet, effectively concealing his identity.

"Is that enough?" Morgan questioned, eyeing Lott's armoured appearance.

"How does it look? Unless someone is particularly malicious, they won't easily break through my armour. Plus, it conceals me well. If someone attempts to ambush me, they'll have to deal with my ordinary armour first. And beneath that, I have Kavach-Kundal for surprise," Lott explained, grinning at Morgan.

Morgan accepted this explanation but added, "It just looks a bit strange having a tin man beside me."

Lott teased, "Well, you could always call me Dorothy."

"Do you think I'm a little girl?" Morgan retorted, recalling how Lott had told the story of The Wizard of Oz to Little Gawain.

"You're not little at all," Lott replied, his voice muffled through the armour.

Morgan playfully stomped her foot in mock frustration. "You silly dog!"

Just then, the patriarch of the Rain Clan approached, surprised by Morgan's ridiculous appearance. "Savior, what happened to you? And who's this beside you, all covered in armour?"

Morgan smiled, "It's just a new look. I wanted to differentiate myself from Queen Morgan of Camelot."

"And as for me, just treat me as a decoration," Lott added, following Morgan's lead.

The patriarch, though wary of Lott's true intentions, realized that it was impossible to extract anything meaningful from him.

"So, what's the plan, Savior?" the patriarch asked.

"Plan?" Morgan tilted her head thoughtfully before replying, "I need to find a way to assist the other fairy clans. It's time they knew Aesc the Savior has arrived and that they shouldn't blindly follow their patriarch."

Morgan and Lott understood the necessity of this approach; they realized that those outside their kin could not be fully trusted.

The patriarch hesitated, "Is that feasible?"

"It has to be. Fairies deserve their freedom and should no longer be oppressed by their chief," Morgan insisted.

"And what name shall we use to rally these folks?" the patriarch inquired further.

Morgan and Lott had already deliberated on this matter before arriving. "We'll use the name Tonelico, Aesc the Savior," she declared with a smile.

"Let's go rally the fairies and show them who they should truly follow."

"Alright," the patriarch replied, sensing something was amiss but choosing to follow along.

In northern England, Lancelot had been away for some time, swinging his sword and dispatching several fairies from the Tooth Clan who had been ravaging the villages.

"These fairies are a nuisance," he muttered, his frustration palpable.

Lancelot had learned much during his training with Merlin and applied those lessons in battle. His encounters had turned into tests of strength against monsters, defeating them with ease. Now, he found himself more adept than before.

Yet, he noticed an increase in the number of fairies surrounding him lately, and he couldn't help but voice his disdain. "Lott and Morgan don't know how to govern," he scoffed as he moved on to continue his fight against the fairies.

Just then, he looked up to see a silver-haired girl with a petite frame standing nearby, two long swords in her hands, watching him intently.

"Are you the knight Lancelot?" she asked.

"Yes, I am Lancelot, and you are?" he replied, sizing her up.

The girl had a delicate face and wore a blue-and-white dress that stopped short at her thighs, her calves adorned with white stockings, giving her an aristocratic appearance. Despite her cuteness, Lancelot sensed the power emanating from her swords.

"My name is Melusine," she stated simply.

Raising her sword, she held it peculiarly, as if it were resting on the back of her hand.

Lancelot furrowed his brow. "Wait, the half-sneak and half-dragon?"

"I am indeed Melusine," she confirmed, looking at him curiously. "I feel a connection between us. Can you explain?"

"A connection?" Lancelot was taken aback. What could he possibly have in common with Melusine? While they both hailed from France, that hardly established any significant bond. He considered her story—how she had been cursed to have a snake's lower body on Saturdays.

Lancelot shook his head. "We're from the same region, but beyond that, I don't see any connection."

As he thought about Galahad, the child he had considered his heir but never acknowledged, he dismissed any notion that Melusine could be related to him in any way. "No, that's impossible," he concluded, though he felt a sense of unease lingering in the air.