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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

Lethq · 漫画同人
分數不夠
278 Chs

Chapter 32: Vortigern’s Grievance (rewrite)

Lott addressed the gathered civilians, declaring, "These nobles were loyal to the lowly King Vortigern. In Orkney, we refuse to acknowledge their claim to this land. Therefore, we have decided to reclaim these lands for Orkney."

The civilians listened in silence, their expressions unreadable.

Lott continued, "And then, we will distribute the land among you."

At this, the eyes of the farmers and freedmen sparkled with hope. Land distribution was a significant promise, and the prospect of receiving land was a welcome one.

Morgan, observing the reaction, took note of the farmers' growing enthusiasm. The land is indeed the cornerstone for farmers.

Yet, Morgan was aware that simply distributing land wasn't enough. To ensure the farmers' loyalty, more decisive actions were necessary to solidify their allegiance.

Lott announced, "Additionally since we do not recognize these nobles, their houses are also of no value. We will demolish all their houses. Bring your tools and join us in tearing them down."

Morgan's eyes lit up at Lott's plan. By demolishing the nobles' houses, we ensure the farmers' commitment. Once they participate in dismantling these symbols of their former oppressors, their allegiance to us will be secured.

However, the farmers were hesitant. No one moved at first, their fear of the nobles still palpable.

Noticing the delay, Lott grew anxious. The farmers are still intimidated by the remnants of the old regime. They need reassurance to overcome their fear.

Morgan, recognizing the situation, stood up and addressed the farmers. "I am Morgan Pendragon, daughter of King Camelo Usser, with the blood of the red dragon. It is my destiny to lead the British people. I hereby declare that the titles of these nobles are invalid. You are free to demolish their houses. I, in the name of Pendragon, absolve you of any guilt for your actions."

The farmers, now reassured by Morgan's authoritative declaration, were energized. Their desire to participate in the destruction of the noble's property surged.

Under the guidance of some leaders, the farmers began to march toward the nobles' houses, ready to carry out the demolition.

Lott observed the unfolding scene and ordered, "Ensure that these people only focus on demolishing the houses. If anyone shows defiance, deal with them immediately."

"Yes," Altria confirmed.

Unfortunately, this era necessitates such drastic measures. Without proper guidance, these farmers might otherwise become disruptive forces like Li Zicheng or Hong Xiuquan. Until technological advancements can reshape societal norms, such actions are necessary.

Morgan, reflecting on Lott's regrets, considered the challenge. Li Zicheng and Hong Xiuquan are unfamiliar names, but their significance is clear. For the sake of their future, Lott's vision must be achieved, including reclaiming the British Isles.

Despite the difficulties, Lott successfully gained the farmers' support. Though they could not yet enhance his military strength, their support helped maintain order and diminished the threat from the nobles.

With the immediate threat subdued, Lott felt a sense of relief.

He then turned to Morgan, aware that the situation with Vortigern remained critical. "It's time for Vortigern to withdraw."

For the next three days, Vortigern relentlessly besieged Chalk City. Despite the lack of advanced siege equipment, Vortigern's strength proved formidable. He repeatedly charged the city walls alone, causing significant casualties and forcing King Uther into direct combat.

Vortigern's efforts were impressive but came at great cost. King Uther suffered severe injuries, and it seemed that Chalk City might fall. However, news of a defeat in the rear and the surrender of Vortigern's stronghold reached him.

"What did you say?" Vortigern's frustration was evident. The fall of his stronghold was unexpected, and he had anticipated at least holding out longer.

The news was disheartening. Vortigern's plan to defeat Chalk City was jeopardized by the loss of his base, leaving him increasingly desperate.

He surveyed the besieged city, realizing that if he could not capture it this time, it might be his last chance.

Vortigern's Final Charge

Vortigern's mood darkened as he returned to his camp. He berated his generals, blaming them for the failures. The situation was dire, and his frustration was palpable.

Despite the setbacks, Vortigern resolved to make one final assault. He addressed his men with grim determination. "We will make one last offensive. If it fails, we will retreat."

The generals were disheartened but had no choice but to follow Vortigern's orders. His fierce command left them little room for dissent.

Vortigern's thoughts turned to a rival who had undermined him behind his back. This betrayal was beyond what King Uther could have orchestrated, and Vortigern pondered the identity of this adversary.

The generals, while resentful, had no choice but to comply. Vortigern's ultimatum was clear: "We will assemble and give our all. This is our final chance."

Despite their misgivings, the men prepared for the decisive battle, aware that their survival depended on the outcome of this final confrontation.

Finally, I can rest for a moment.