Chapter 214: Infighting

Faced with Lott's statement, Morgan asked, "I asked you, what if something happens to you?"

"I know it in my heart," Lott replied confidently.

"I also know it," Morgan responded, their mutual understanding evident.

The two exchanged knowing glances before laughing at the same time.

"Next time, you can't continue to take risks like this," Lott admonished gently.

"Then if you don't take the risk, I won't take the risk to remedy you," Morgan countered playfully.

"Alright, I will do it by then, and I will never risk it," Lott assured her quickly.

"Well, it's almost the same," Morgan smiled, clearly satisfied with Lott's response.

"By the way, do you want to become the lord of the fairies?" Lott asked, recalling a previous conversation.

"What? What does this have to do with me? This Tonelico thing is at best a Fairy Morgan issue. What does it have to do with me?" Morgan replied, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Your shameless look reminds me of someone," Lott remarked, his tone light-hearted.

"Who?" Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I," Lott said, pointing to himself with a grin.

Morgan rolled her eyes in response. "Then what is this called?"

"This is called having a husband and wife," Lott replied, his expression teasing.

Morgan nodded in agreement. "Okay, what you said is very reasonable."

She lightly patted Lott and said, "Alright, you can take a good rest. What are you going to do tomorrow? Do you need to think about it?"

"Huh? Are you not prepared in your heart?" Lott asked, surprised. He had assumed Morgan was already organized.

Seeing Morgan's earlier movements, he thought she was ready to lead their efforts.

"Well, of course, it's up to you for this matter," Morgan said, a playful smirk on her face.

"I can think that you might have a problem, and it wouldn't be easy to come over in time. Therefore, only the little things are left, and of course, you need to come and handle it yourself," she added, smiling at him.

This playful banter was due, in part, to the fact that Lott's attempts at eavesdropping today had been exhausted. When Lott was deep in thought, he hadn't reacted too much emotionally, so he hadn't heard everything.

"It's just a little thing," Lott replied, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation at his wife's teasing.

However, he couldn't deny that her ability to handle situations exceeded his expectations.

The next day on the battlefield, the acting chief of the Tooth Clan awaited the support of the Earth Clan's chief. He hoped that, with their help, they could defeat the enemy and conclude the prolonged battle. Camelot's forces had been assembling, and if Orkney Castle fell, the morale of Camelot's army would likely plummet.

"Why hasn't the patriarch of the Earth Clan come yet?" the acting chief asked, glancing toward Orkney Castle.

"Coming," replied a figure wearing an iron mask.

The acting patriarch of the Tooth Clan stood at about 2.45 meters tall. Looking down at the approaching figure, who was only around 1.85 meters, he frowned.

"Do you call this a Clan of the Earth? Is there anyone in the Earth Clan with a gene over 1.6 meters?" he muttered to himself.

"Who are you?" the acting patriarch questioned with irritation. "I'm looking for the patriarch of the Earth Clan. Why are you talking to me?"

"The patriarch had something come up, so he specifically asked me to take command," Lott said, grinning as he handed over a token representing the Earth Clan.

"See, this shows that I'm fully authorized to take command," he stated confidently.

"Okay," the acting chief of the Tooth Clan grinned back. "Then you can lead your troops to attack."

With that, he dismissed his earlier concerns about the Earth Clan, focusing instead on the need to mount an offence. In his mind, he thought, when eating eggs, why concern oneself with the appearance of the chicken?

However, Lott shook his head, surprising the acting patriarch. "We just said we would help you, but that doesn't mean we will attack. You know our Earth Clan is limited in size; climbing the wall would be torturous for us."

The acting patriarch understood. The Tooth Clan, towering over two meters with long limbs, could easily scale the walls. However, with the Earth Clan averaging just a meter in height, it would be a considerable challenge for them.

"Okay, let's attack. What about your offensive tools?" the acting patriarch inquired.

"Oh, those aren't for you," Lott replied.

"Ok?" the acting chief responded, puzzled.

"The fairies of your Tooth Clan aren't very adept with tools, and your Earth Clan is too short. We need to find an intermediate solution," Lott explained.

"I understand," the acting chief said, now following Lott's line of thought. He turned to where the Wind Clan patriarch stood nearby.

"Come on, you've been watching for long enough. It's time for the fairies of your Wind Clan to take action," he called out.

The patriarch of the Wind Clan was taken aback. She had intended to observe the conflict between the Tooth and Earth Clans, even considering inciting discord between them.

"Why did you involve me?" she thought, incredulous.

The patriarch of the Wind Clan firmly opposed this new demand. "The fairies of our Wind Clan are extremely important. Even if we deploy siege equipment, we can't guarantee there will be no casualties. This is simply unacceptable."

Therefore, she said, "We, the fairies of the Wind Clan, haven't made preparations. It wouldn't be appropriate to start hurriedly now. You should continue the attack for now while we get ready."

If they needed to prepare for another ten days or more, that was up to her clan's timing.