Chapter 194: The Gathering of Warriors

As the sun began to rise, Morgan approached Bhawan Hee, gently patting her on the head. "Yes, it's you! Let's go! Didn't you say you want to be a wicked fairy? Follow us, and if you prove yourself in battle, I'll make you a lord!" Her warm smile softened her words, reflecting her understanding of Baobhan Sith's kind heart beneath her tough exterior.

Baobhan Sith, feeling the weight of Morgan's approval, proudly replied, "Well, since you plead with me so sincerely, I'll show mercy." She basked in the moment, appreciating Morgan's encouragement.

"Good..." Morgan chuckled, continuing to stroke Baobhan Sith's head affectionately.

Then, with a thoughtful look, she added, "By the way, I've forgotten for so long—come change my clothes with me. This outfit isn't right."

"I—" Baobhan Sith started to protest, but she caught the glimmer in Morgan's eyes and swallowed her words, allowing Morgan to lead her away.

"Alright, you all can start preparing," Lott instructed, watching as the others gathered their gear, readying themselves for the day ahead.

A short time later, Morgan returned with Baobhan Sith, who was now wearing a lovely pink dress, a striking contrast to her previous black bikini-like outfit.

Lott couldn't help but chuckle internally at the sight. Goodness, this is a major change in attire!

Morgan noticed his amusement and raised an eyebrow, confusion flashing across her face. "What's that new vocabulary you're coming up with?" she questioned.

Baobhan Sith twirled in her new dress, delight gleaming in her eyes. "This dress suits me perfectly! And these high heels are so much more comfortable than the ones I had before!" she exclaimed, prancing about with newfound confidence.

Morgan and Lott exchanged glances, both appreciating the transformation. Lott thought, While Baobhan Sith is undeniably beautiful, her feet could use a bit more grace. Just then, he sensed Morgan's gaze sharpening, and he chuckled at the hint of danger in her eyes.

Morgan felt a rush of warmth at Lott's thoughts. What am I shy about? she mused. We've been married long enough; there's no reason to feel that way now.

In a light-hearted moment, she reflected on how Lott sometimes brought up silk stockings and outfits, thoughts that previously might have embarrassed her now filled her with joy.

Once preparations were complete, Lott called for the group to set off, with Bedivere and Tristan leading the way.

As they mounted their horses, Lott turned to Morgan. "I thought the fairies wouldn't attack so soon, especially with those captives. We could have rested a few more days."

Earlier, he had considered asking Morgan to stay behind because of her pregnancy, but she firmly refused.

"When I had Gawain, I didn't delay going into battle, and I won't do it now," Morgan asserted, determination radiating from her.

Sensing her resolve, Lott felt compelled to apologize. "I'm sorry about the early start," he said, squeezing her hand gently.

Morgan pointed to the map, her tone fierce. "These fairies are to blame for attacking our city at this time. I'll make them pay for this!"

"Well, compared to capitalists, fairies are still a purer breed," Lott replied, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "Besides, we don't even have street lamps in Camelot."

Morgan shot him a disapproving look before mounting her horse. "Let's go," she commanded.

"Alright," Lott replied, climbing onto his horse with an impressive display that drew applause from the knights and soldiers around them.

Riding alongside Lott were Gawain, Galahad, and Baobhan Sith. Gawain, eager to follow her father, looked ready to ride. Meanwhile, Baobhan Sith eyed the horses, contemplating a challenge against Lott.

However, Morgan shot her a warning glance. "Don't even think about stealing the spotlight from my husband!"

Bhawan Hee raised an eyebrow, unfazed by Morgan's glare. "What am I afraid of? I'm the brave fairy Baobhan Sith!"

But when it came time to mount her horse, she stumbled, making excuses as she scrambled into the saddle. "I'm not backing down; I just didn't step up properly. This human horse is a bit tricky for me!"

Lott stifled a laugh at her antics, reflecting on the knights around him. These are three children I'm taking into battle. Soon, we might have even more!

As he imagined their future family, Morgan's face flushed at the thought of having many more children. One child a year, two every two years… she thought, lost in her musings.

"Wife, what's going on with you?" Lott asked, noticing her sudden change in expression.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking about how I need to work hard to live to be 120 years old!" she replied, her lips trembling in a forced smile.

"Wait, what!?" Lott exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief.

"Nothing! Hurry up; we have a battle to get to!" Morgan urged, snapping back to the present as they rode forth, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.