Chapter 198: A Strategy of Deception

"Yes, we want to defeat the enemy without incurring too many casualties," Lott affirmed his wife's thoughts.

Lott was determined not to let his subordinates suffer excessive losses. In this era, human life was often undervalued, but those who followed him were skilled fighters. He believed that to secure a future for the Celts, he needed more than just himself and Morgan; he needed his soldiers intact.

To avoid unnecessary sacrifices, Lott recognized two main strategies. The first involved strengthening their forces. He had improved their weapons, but even that was not enough in the short term.

The second strategy was to weaken the opponent. Lott understood that if the enemy faltered, they could gain the upper hand.

Fairy Morgan agreed with Lott's suggestion but raised a concern: "If we want to implement counterintuitive strategies, what do we do next? For instance, telling the patriarch of the Earth Clan that they've been deceived won't be easy."

Morgan considered this and looked at Fairy Morgan thoughtfully. "We need a suitable entry point. The Rain Clan alone isn't enough..."

"What are you thinking?" Fairy Morgan felt a chill as she noticed Morgan's intent gaze.

"I'm going to swap identities with you!" Morgan declared confidently.

Fairy Morgan was taken aback. "What? Swap identities? How does that work?"

Morgan continued, "You're a fairy from the inner sea of the stars, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll use your identity to operate. Concealing our identities is within my skills. Plus, with Lott's help, we can keep our disguises intact."

"Lott will also leave?" Fairy Morgan was surprised.

"Of course," Morgan replied, rolling her eyes. "I can't just leave you here with him. Besides, he can help obscure our identities from prying eyes."

"But if you both leave, who directs the battle here?" Fairy Morgan was flustered.

"Of course! Fairy Morgan will remain here," suggested Morgan

"Absolutely not!" Loot exclaimed, exasperated. "I can't leave things in your hands without a plan."

Morgan whispered a few words to Lott, and soon after, Gawain, Galahad, and Baobhan Sith entered.

"Two moms?" Gawain exclaimed, astonished.

Morgan quickly clarified, "She's my stand-in."

Relief washed over the group upon hearing this explanation. However, Fairy Morgan looked at Baobhan Sith, the knight she recognized from past encounters, now unaware of their shared history.

"Next, you..." Lott began, organizing their plans for the upcoming march.

As they prepared to leave, Lott remarked, "Before we head out, we should put on disguises."

"That's true," Morgan agreed. "If others see a fairy like you, they'll be suspicious."

Lott quickly organized a selection of clothing from a tailor who was part of the camp. He returned with a pile of outfits. "Here, try this on. What do you think?"

Morgan eyed the clothes sceptically. "Is this suitable?"

"Yes!" Lott insisted.

Morgan chuckled at his enthusiasm, knowing he was likely thinking of something playful. Nonetheless, she accepted the idea and went to change.

When Morgan reemerged, she wore a dark blue hat, a white uniform with a short dark blue cloak, and a large bow tied at her chest. Her legs were clad in black pantyhose, and she wore small boots, holding a staff that completed the youthful, playful look. With magic, she concealed any signs of her pregnancy.

"How do I look?" Morgan twirled playfully.

Lott's face flushed at the sight. "A few months from now, I'd love to see you wear something like this again."

Morgan smiled, clearly enjoying his reaction. The same outfit could look cute on someone else, but on her, it radiated a different charm altogether.