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My Wife Morgan can hear my thoughts! (FATE SI)

I am King Lott. Yes, that guy whose wife (Morgan) is quite famous, and whose children (Gawain, Gareth...) are even more renowned. Unfortunately, none of my family meets a happy end. To avoid being toyed with by fate, I’ve decided to live a simple life—just eat, wait, and survive. After all, if you don’t look for trouble, trouble won’t come your way. My name is Morgan, and all I want is power and status. I always thought my marriage was just a political deal, but I never expected to hear such things from my husband. “Morgan, she still doesn’t know that the future throne doesn’t belong to her, but to her sister.” “King Arthur, in the end, is just a guy who knows only about war, not governance.” “Progress is everything. Productivity is the foundation.” Lott: So, my wife Morgan... Why has she changed so much? I'm using ChatGpt for translation and some things are going to be different from the MTL version. This is not a perfect translation so don't complain later. You have been warned! Thank you

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Chapter 117: The Knights’ Examination 2 (rewrite)

The Knights' Examination (Continued)

As Morgan observed Bedivere's prowess, she reflected on her thoughts about Lott. Despite his unconventional methods, she couldn't deny the effectiveness of his strategies. "You knights, you just didn't think of this, and now you slander my Lott," she mused inwardly.

Curious about Lott's current activities, Morgan glanced over and noticed him still engrossed in the test papers. She inquired, "Lott, haven't you watched the swordsmanship test?"

Lott focused on the papers, responded, "The first round isn't particularly interesting. I'm reviewing these papers instead."

Lott had been diligently assessing the test papers, taking on the role of an elementary school teacher. Most of the papers were either blank or poorly completed, with only a few showing correct answers. "You don't know British mathematics from this era," Lott remarked. "Many papers are hardly filled out, and the ones that are often missing the mark. It seems like some people are only suited for a lifetime in the army, never advancing beyond a basic level."

Morgan, still intrigued, asked, "What about Bedivere's answers? How did he perform?"

Lott's face lit up with a smile as he pulled out Bedivere's papers. "Bedivere is quite sharp. He tackled the problems with creative solutions. For instance, he approached a problem by considering the legs of rabbits and cutting them off, humorously noting that two legs wouldn't be enough to eat. His approach was inventive, though I'm not sure if it was influenced by his missing arm or just his knack for problem-solving."

Morgan chuckled, "You seem to be focusing on the wrong details. I haven't had rabbit meat in ages. Perhaps I should have the chef prepare some later."

Lott agreed, "Yes, let's have the chef make some. It will be interesting to taste it."

Morgan continued to assess Bedivere's potential. "He will make a very competent adjutant," she concluded.

"Absolutely," Lott agreed. "He's shown resilience and adaptability. He could even be the knight who helps return Excalibur to the lake in the end, surviving battles against Mordred."

Morgan reflected on her sister Altria and the regrets she held. "Maybe in another timeline, I'd face the same regrets as now. Thankfully, this timeline allows for a chance to change fate and ensure a happy ending for everyone. Bedivere, for instance, won't merely witness a tragic end but will play a significant role."

Her thoughts turned to Merlin, whom she blamed for past troubles. "I wonder what that old white-haired liar is up to now."

At that moment, Merlin, lounging somewhere in Camelot, sneezed. "I guess I'm being scolded by Princess Morgan again," he muttered, adjusting his position to get comfortable for a nap. It wasn't yet time for him to act.

Back in the competition arena, Bedivere continued to face opponents. His next challenger was a knight with a modest reputation from southern Britain. Unlike previous opponents, this knight was confident in his abilities. "Your strength is impressive, but I won't be defeated," he declared.

The knight charged at Bedivere with determination, but it was he who ended up on the ground, overwhelmed by Bedivere's skill. Bedivere's victories continued, though each match grew more challenging.

Tristan, observing from the sidelines with Lott, noted, "Bedivere's strength seems to be reaching its limit. His victories are becoming harder to secure."

Lott assessed the situation. "The more powerful the opponent, the more Bedivere's resourcefulness is tested. As the power and speed gaps narrow, his tactical advantages become less effective."

Morgan, recognizing the need to push Bedivere's limits, decided to intervene. She called Tristan over and instructed, "You will be Bedivere's next opponent. Ensure you give him a real challenge."

Tristan, surprised but grateful for the opportunities provided by Morgan and Lott, agreed. "Understood."

As Tristan prepared to face Bedivere, the competition promised to intensify, with each match further testing the limits of the knights' skills and strategies.