Chapter 193: A Clash of Fates

Fairy Morgan pondered the nature of political marriages, musing that they often seem devoid of real connection, reduced to mere exchanges of interests between partners. She couldn't help but wonder if King Lott was different from the Lott she knew in her world. This thought weighed heavily on her as she arrived in Orkney.

Upon her arrival, she found herself surrounded by sights she had never encountered in the memories of the two Morgans. It felt like stepping into a novel, but it only deepened her confusion. What was her path forward?

Amid her contemplation, members of the Rain Clan approached her. Their patriarch, flushed with urgency, asserted, "This war is incorrect."

Fairy Morgan turned to him, her brows furrowing. "You mean, the actions of the fairies are incorrect?"

"Yes, that's right," he replied, nodding vigorously. "This war was sparked by fairies consumed by unwanted desires. Both fairies and humans are suffering. In this era, fairies cannot survive on the surface, and the Celtics cannot continue. We should be united to overcome our difficulties, yet here we are, mired in war."

The patriarch continued earnestly, "I know you are our saviour. Please help us find a way to coexist in this world."

"I understand," Fairy Morgan said, recognizing the weight of his plea. She felt a growing sense of responsibility. Perhaps her presence in this world was meant to protect the future of these fairies. But before taking action, she wanted to see Lott and the Morgan of this world for herself. She couldn't forget the betrayal she had felt from the fairies in that other timeline, and her envy of Morgan's happiness here made her determination stronger.

"Let's go…" she whispered to the patriarch.

Meanwhile, in Chalk City, Lott and Morgan received troubling news about the ongoing war. Lott glanced at the battle report, shaking his head. "Good fellow, this is going to hit us hard." He grimaced as he recalled the soldiers and fairies he had left in Orkney, realizing they had suffered significantly.

"These guys are certainly in need of a harsh lesson," he remarked, knowing the stakes were high. Orkney was his birthplace, and he had poured effort into its development. Although many had followed him to Chalk City to rule Camelot, the people remaining were still elite warriors. He had trained them well, and now it seemed they were living up to his expectations.

Morgan surveyed the situation and turned to Lott. "While they have held their ground for now, the strength of the fairy clan remains formidable. We need to support them as soon as possible."

"Indeed, we must act swiftly," Lott agreed, knowing he couldn't afford any losses in his territory. "Do they think I have a good temper?" he muttered to himself, frustrated.

He called over an attendant. "Come here."

"Yes, Your Majesty?" the attendant replied.

"Tell the chief of the Tooth Clan that his rations are being cut in half and his tasks doubled."

Lott needed to vent his anger somehow, and the chief was the perfect target.

Morgan chuckled at Lott's antics but was puzzled by his last thought about the surname "Luo."

As preparations for battle began, the Knights of the Round Table arrived quickly. Altria, Kay, Tristan, Galahad, Bedivere, Gawain, and others gathered in the conference hall, along with the fairy Baobhan Sith.

Gawain sidled up to her mother, Morgan. "Mom, why did you invite that fairy?"

Morgan turned sharply, raising an eyebrow. "What!? Are you questioning your mother?"

"Uh, I dare not!" Gawain quickly replied, realizing the seriousness of her mother's tone. "But didn't Dad always say we shouldn't doubt those we employ? If we've accepted Baobhan Sith, it means we trust her."

"Exactly," Morgan affirmed, and Gawain nodded, falling silent.

With the atmosphere tense, Lott took charge. "Next, we must completely defeat these fairies."

In the room, everyone shared a unified front, with no knight or noble daring to oppose Lott's authority. He turned his gaze to Kay.

"Kay," Lott said, "I need you to ensure the safety of Chalk City."

Kay raised his hand, eager to respond. "Yes, Your Majesty! I'll take good care of it."

Lott placed a reassuring hand on Kay's shoulder. "You'll have the support of Sir Ektor as well. We need someone dependable here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I hope to accompany you in future campaigns," Kay said, his expression earnest.

Lott continued assigning tasks. "Bedivere, Tristan, you two will lead the Knights of the Round Table to Orkney immediately. I will hold you accountable if there are any issues."

"Understood," Bedivere and Tristan replied in unison.

Lott then focused on Altria. "This time, you will lead an army of 10,000 Camelots to reclaim lands taken by the fairies. Reports indicate that the Wind Clan is brainwashing locals. We need to act fast."

"Understood!" Altria's excitement was palpable as she accepted the responsibility. She was determined to prove herself worthy of the trust placed in her.

"Galahad and Gawain, you'll join Morgan and me for the battle in Orkney," Lott instructed.

"Yes, we will!" both responded.

As the conversation shifted to war strategy, Gawain's usual light-hearted demeanour vanished. She knew the gravity of the conflict they faced and was ready for the challenge.

Lott then turned to Baobhan Sith. "You will accompany Morgan and me as well."

"I!?" Baobhan Sith pointed to herself in disbelief, taken aback by the sudden assignment.

Lott's gaze was steady, filled with purpose. The time for action was drawing near, and they were all bound for a confrontation that would shape their destinies.