《My Wife is Morgan Le Fay (A Nasuverse Fanfiction)》


 Chapter 1: This Is the Nasuverse

    June, Britain.


    Even on this island, the weather had begun to heat up.


    Even at night, the heat did not subside in the slightest. It made one want to drop everything and head north, to Scotland, then board a ship and continue sailing further north.


    On the vast grasslands, an army was stationed.


    A fence surrounded the camp, with tall, armored warriors standing guard every few meters. Outside the perimeter, a trench several meters deep had been dug. If one looked closely, they would see that the trench was filled with spikes and caltrops.


    Faint blue light glowed from the tips of the spikes.


    Beyond the trench, the seemingly flat ground concealed countless traps. Anyone who thought they could simply sneak past the trench would soon find themselves suffering a painful lesson.


    Anyone witnessing this would instinctively take a sharp breath.


    This is just a temporary camp, right?


    Why is it so secure?


    Inside the fence, tents were set up one after another.


    At this moment, in the central tent, a group of burly men surrounded a young boy.


    The boy was draped in a silver fox-fur cloak over a silver suit of armor. In one hand, he held a wineskin, which he was currently tilting back, pouring large gulps of wine down his throat.


    He had golden hair and blue eyes, with an exceptionally handsome and refined face. His lips were red, his teeth pearly white, and his delicate features were even more elegant than those of a young girl. His long hair cascaded down his back, and even the crude act of guzzling wine¡ªsomething that would look vulgar on others¡ªseemed strangely pleasing when done by him.


    His name was Lot, and he was the king of these men.


    After downing the last few drops of wine, he casually tossed the wineskin onto the grass beside him.


    Lot cast a sidelong glance at the armored warrior standing before him.


    "You said that King Uther wants to marry his daughter to me?"


    So, it was finally nearing the time for King Arthur to make his entrance?


    At the same time, he pondered inwardly.


    He was not originally from this era.


    A few years ago, he had transmigrated to the land of Britain in this age, taking on the identity of King Lot¡ªa mere background character in the legend of King Arthur.


    Just like that minor Eastern official from four hundred years prior, named Huo Zhongru, who was good for nothing except fathering sons.


    After having a bunch of powerful children with Morgan, he would eventually be defeated by King Arthur.


    But even if he somehow managed to defeat Arthur and become the King of Britain, what then?


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    England in this era was far too small.


    It was nothing compared to the great powers of the future¡ªlet alone the British Empire on which the sun never set.


    At this point in time, England was on the fringes of the world, barely even worth mentioning.


    In terms of land area, it was only slightly larger than two Tongliao regions.


    In terms of culture, it was still a land of barbarians.


    As for population¡ªthere was no point in even discussing it.


    Fighting King Arthur to the death over such a tiny piece of land? That was just foolish.


    As someone whose "cheat" ability only helped with daily life, it was better to lay low and play it safe.


    Besides, his subordinates were loyal, and he had made a few small inventions to improve his life. Things were quite comfortable.


    "Yes, my lord. King Uther has ordered his court mage, Merlin, to escort Princess Morgan here for your wedding," the messenger reported.


    "Alright then, I welcome her," Lot said after a brief moment of contemplation, his expression complicated.


    Marrying Morgan would indeed cause some trouble in the future. However, for now, this was undoubtedly a crucial way to strengthen ties with King Uther.


    Currently, he was still an ally of Camelot. If he refused this marriage and offended Uther, it would be akin to delivering a stinging slap to the king¡¯s face.


    If your superior offers you a toast, you drink. If they serve you food, you eat.


    Otherwise, before even worrying about fighting King Arthur, he would first have to deal with fighting Arthur''s father.


    Also... he was quite curious about Morgan''s appearance.


    As a man, he had to admit¡ªhe was a little tempted.


    He had been in this world for several years now, and he had already lost all hope when it came to the women around him.


    Where was the promised harem of beautiful ladies after transmigrating?


    As a hardcore otaku¡ªand a virgin, no less¡ªthere was absolutely no way he could feel anything for medieval peasant women.


    Rough, tanned skin, gaunt faces, misshapen bodies¡ª Anyone who thought they could find a stunning village beauty just by wandering into a fief, like in those novels, could dream on.


    As a noble lord, he technically had the privilege to do whatever he pleased with his subjects, yet after all these years, Lot remained a virgin.


    That alone spoke volumes about the appearance of the women in this era.


    But Morgan was different.


    She was born into nobility and had undoubtedly been well cared for. And whether in legend or from the information Lot¡¯s spies had gathered, one thing was certain¡ªMorgan was an exceptionally beautiful woman.


    This was exactly his type.


    Lot couldn''t help but smile.


    Besides, in the original legend, while Morgan was part of the reason for his eventual conflict with King Arthur, Lot''s own ambition also played a significant role.


    But now? Things were different.


    Lot lay back, resting one foot on the other, gazing lazily at the stars above.


    He hopes Morgan fits his aesthetic tastes.


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    "They¡¯re here! My lord, Merlin and Princess Morgan have arrived!"


    Riding atop his white horse, Lot heard his subordinate¡¯s excited report.


    Since he knew Morgan would be arriving soon, he had chosen to wait for her here.


    After all, she was about to become his wife¡ªit would be far too rude to simply wait in his castle for the wedding.


    A gentleman. The Lot family had always been gentlemen.


    And so, for the past few days, Lot had been waiting for Morgan¡¯s arrival.


    He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and gazed into the distance.


    Before long¡ª


    A large group of knights appeared within his field of vision.


    Several large carriages followed behind them.


    It was obvious that King Uther took this marriage very seriously.


    At the front of the procession rode a man and a woman.


    Lot focused on the woman.


    That must be Morgan.


    She rode a white horse, her tall figure draped in black. A black veil obscured her face, but behind it, her brilliant silver hair cascaded down her back, so long that it nearly touched the horse¡¯s saddle.


    Her black garments occasionally revealed glimpses of her snow-white skin, allowing Lot to estimate the contours of her impressive figure.


    ¡®That body is perfect. As long as her face isn¡¯t hideous, she¡¯s already a goddess.¡¯


    Lot thought to himself, eagerly taking in the sight.


    But as he continued looking, a strange feeling crept over him.


    Why does this feel so¡­ familiar?


    He shifted his gaze.


    The man standing beside Morgan must be Merlin.


    Dressed in white robes, with white hair and a staff in hand, he bore a perpetual smirk¡ªthe kind that screamed, I¡¯m always up to something.


    He looked exactly like the type of person who¡¯d scam people out of their money and emotions online.


    And that face¡ªLot knew that face all too well.


    Back in his previous life, he had been a proper, hardcore otaku.


    ¡¯Shit. This is the Nasuverse!¡¯


    Lot gritted his teeth.

 Chapter 2: I Heard His Inner Thoughts

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    Before this, Lot had never considered this possibility.


    After all, from the moment he opened his eyes in this world, everything screamed "medieval Europe"¡ªsturdy yet dark castles, the constant stench of livestock lingering even in the lord''s chambers, and outside in his lands, frail peasants in tattered clothing, looking like oppressed feudal serfs.


    As for the castle maids? They were all middle-aged women, each with arms as thick as Lot¡¯s thighs¡ªperfect for hard labor but hardly the delicate beauties of fantasy.


    This was the reality of being a feudal lord in an old, primitive age.


    It was only after years of effort that Lot had managed to bring some semblance of civilization to his territory.


    Otherwise¡­


    He wasn''t sure if he himself would have become one of those filthy, reeking nobles.


    And now, you''re telling me this is the Nasuverse?!


    A terrible sense of unease gripped Lot.


    What was Britain supposed to be in a normal medieval setting?


    A remote, uncivilized frontier at the very edge of the known world, where civilization clashed with barbarism. A barren wasteland, culturally backward, and even compared to the Roman Empire on the continent, it was little more than a primitive backwater.


    Coming from the modern era, Lot had some level of cultural confidence¡ªhe knew where this world should stand.


    But if this was the Nasuverse...


    Then Britain wasn¡¯t just Britain anymore.


    It was the homeland of the infamous "Saber-face" phenomenon¡ªthe place where every face resembling Artoria Pendragon originated.


    Okay, that was a joke.


    More importantly, Britain was one of the last remnants of the Age of Gods.


    Sure, Japan had some lingering divine influence too, but it was nothing compared to this place.


    And right now, Lot was standing at the threshold of the Arthurian era¡ªthe final days of the Age of Gods. The entire island would soon be thrown into chaos by the remnants of the old world.


    Dragons? Yeah, there were multiple of them.


    And even Alaya (the collective unconscious of humanity) might take notice of this place.


    In this kind of situation, trying to change his fate would be nothing short of an uphill battle.


    What a pain....


    Lot sighed inwardly.


    But those were problems for the future. Right now, the first thing he needed to do was welcome his new bride.


    The rest? That could wait.


    For now, Morgan was all that mattered¡ªhis soon-to-be wife, who, by all accounts, was stunningly beautiful.


    From now on, neither his fate nor her fate would be allowed to follow the tragic path set for them.


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    "Your Highness, it seems King Lot holds you in very high regard. Look¡ªhe''s come all this way, far from his castle, just to welcome us!"


    Perched sideways on his horse, Merlin spoke in a teasing tone, his ever-present mischievous smile practically begging for a punch.


    Morgan glanced at him from beneath her veil.


    "Hmph! If not for my father, I wouldn¡¯t be doing this."


    Beneath the veil, her nose crinkled slightly in annoyance.


    At this moment, she was still just a teenage girl¡ªnot yet the infamous enchantress who would later plunge Britain into chaos.


    Like any young maiden, she had once held romantic dreams for the future.


    But a few days ago, her father, King Uther, had suddenly informed her that she was to marry King Lot, an ally of Camelot.


    Who was Lot?


    Was he tall or short? Handsome or ugly? Morgan had no idea.


    It was like opening a blind box¡ªuntil you actually saw what was inside, you had no clue what you were going to get.


    And the worst part?


    She had no say in the matter.


    So how could anyone expect her to be happy about this?


    That would be the real surprise.


    "Your Highness, you can rest assured¡ªwhen it comes to appearance, King Lot is absolutely flawless."


    As if sensing Morgan''s concerns, Merlin glanced at her and spoke with a reassuring smile.


    Morgan gave him a sidelong look before responding slowly, "My father told me that if you¡¯re a girl, you should never believe even a single letter of what Merlin says."


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    "¡­"


    Merlin''s expression shifted into a wry smile. "His Majesty''s words may be a bit biased at times."


    Morgan said nothing.


    She simply gazed at him, watching as Merlin scratched his head in mock frustration.


    Seeing that Morgan had no intention of continuing the conversation, Merlin wisely stopped speaking.


    Morgan turned her attention back to the approaching knights, quietly waiting for Lot¡¯s arrival.


    What kind of person is he?


    Her heart was filled with anticipation and unease.


    They¡¯re getting closer.


    She could now make out the details of the approaching knights.


    And then¡ª


    She saw him.


    At the center of the group was a young man with an exceptionally handsome face.


    ¡ªAhem.


    It seemed that, for once, Merlin had actually told the truth.


    Well, that made sense.


    After all, she was her father¡¯s only child, and in the future, Merlin would be one of her subjects. He wouldn¡¯t have any reason to lie to her about this.


    Beneath her veil, the corners of Morgan¡¯s lips curled upward ever so slightly.


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    "Greetings, Princess Morgan."


    When they finally met, Lot addressed her in a deep, magnetic voice.


    "Hmm¡­"


    Beneath her veil, Morgan instinctively inclined her head slightly in response.


    And then¡ª


    At that very moment, she suddenly heard a strange voice.


    [So this is Morgan? I¡¯ve finally met her in person.]


    [What a pity. If not for her younger sister, she would have become the ruler of Camelot. Perhaps everything in the future could have been different!]


    Huh?


    What was that voice?!


    Beneath the veil, Morgan¡¯s brow furrowed slightly.


    Where did that voice come from?


    Who dares to speak to me like this?


    And what did he just say?


    My¡­ younger sister?


    Since when do I have a younger sister?


    And why would my supposed sister stop me from becoming the ruler of Camelot?


    Even if the nobles oppose me because I am a woman, how could my sister become the king instead?


    What does this person mean?


    As these thoughts raced through her mind, Morgan subtly prepared a spell.


    She was a prodigious mage by nature, and her noble heritage had granted her even greater advantages. Despite her young age, her magical prowess was already formidable.


    As her magic began to leak into the air, those around her immediately sensed it.


    "Your Highness, is something wrong?"


    Merlin turned to Morgan with a questioning look.


    Even if you¡¯re unhappy with your future husband, there''s no need to attack him with magic, right?


    Besides, his looks are extraordinary¡ªeven better than mine. Even the Lady of the Lake would be tempted by his appearance! That face alone shouldn''t be a problem¡­


    To say that everyone was caught off guard by Morgan¡¯s sudden reaction would be an understatement.


    "Merlin, did you not hear someone speaking just now?"


    Morgan asked, keeping her voice calm.


    Merlin glanced around, furrowing his brows slightly before replying, "Your Highness? Just now, aside from King Lot, no one else spoke."


    "Yes, that¡¯s correct. I didn¡¯t hear anyone else speak either," Lot confirmed with certainty.


    What?


    Then what is happening?


    Morgan''s mind raced.


    At that moment, Merlin spoke again. "Perhaps Her Highness is simply fatigued. Let¡¯s head to the camp first and discuss things later."


    "That was my oversight."


    Lot lightly smacked his forehead, then spoke in an apologetic tone.


    [What is going on? Does Morgan dislike me? But I¡¯m so handsome¡ªhow could she possibly not be interested?]


    ¡ªMorgan heard that voice again.


    But this time, the tone was completely different.


    Wait¡­ was that King Lot¡¯s voice?


    Huh?


    He said that?


    Morgan furrowed her brows tightly.


    Why would he say something like that to me?


    But almost immediately, she realized something was off.


    No¡ªwait.


    After he spoke that first time, he never actually opened his mouth again.


    And what he said was far too shocking¡ªif he had truly spoken aloud, there¡¯s no way Merlin wouldn¡¯t have reacted.


    Then what¡¯s going on?


    Did he use magic to secretly communicate with me?


    But that can¡¯t be it.


    Before coming here, she had already investigated King Lot¡¯s background.


    He was an outstanding warrior among knights, but he knew nothing of magic.


    He also possessed no mysterious artifacts that could explain this.


    So then, what¡¯s the reason?


    Morgan pondered deeply.


    Holding these thoughts in her mind, she carefully observed Lot.


    Through her veil, her sapphire-blue eyes¡ªdeep and serene like a lake¡ªfixed on him with unwavering focus.


    Lot, being an experienced warrior, immediately sensed her gaze.


    [Oh? She¡¯s looking at me? Seems like she¡¯s interested in me. Not bad¡ªnot bad at all! Looks like my handsomeness is universally acknowledged. Not just my subordinates and commoners, but even the princess of Camelot can¡¯t resist my charm!]


    Hearing this, Morgan couldn''t help but let the corners of her lips curl upward beneath her veil.


    So, this guy¡­ is this self-absorbed?


    Handsome¡ªyes, undeniably handsome.


    In fact, he was the most handsome young man she had ever seen.


    But this level of narcissism? That was on another level.


    Morgan once again studied Lot carefully and confirmed¡ª


    He had not opened his mouth.


    He had not used magic.


    Then the source of this voice¡­ I think I understand now.


    This is his inner voice.


    His thoughts.


    How interesting.


    So beneath that proper and serious exterior, this man is actually¡­ such a narcissist.


    Morgan chuckled inwardly.


    I never knew I had this ability.


    Why didn¡¯t I have it before?


    Oh, wait¡ªno, I don¡¯t have this ability with anyone else.


    Merlin? Forget it.


    Even her personal attendants¡ªshe had never once heard their thoughts.


    So then¡­ it¡¯s just Lot?


    Only him?


    Only after our engagement¡­ I gained the ability to hear his thoughts?


    At this realization, a faint blush crept onto Morgan¡¯s cheeks.


    Fate truly is mysterious.


    A trace of sweetness rose in her heart.


    But soon, a pressing question surfaced in her mind¡ª


    What was the first thing Lot thought about?


    "If not for her younger sister, she would have become the ruler of Camelot."


    My¡­ younger sister?


    Morgan looked at Lot again, trying to hear more of his thoughts.


    But this time, a slight soreness spread through her eyes, and a wave of exhaustion washed over her.


    It was as if something was telling her¡ª


    "That¡¯s enough for today. The rest will have to wait."


    This feeling¡­


    Morgan sighed inwardly.


    What exactly is going on?


    Why does my father have another daughter¡ªone I know nothing about?


    And why does her existence prevent me from becoming the ruler of Camelot?


    If it were simply because the nobles don¡¯t want a woman as ruler, then why would they accept my supposed sister instead?


    Would sexism suddenly disappear just for her?


    That makes no sense.


    And more importantly¡ªhow does Lot know about this?


    Even if I did have a sister, that should be an absolute royal secret.


    Where did Lot learn about it?


    Morgan felt a strong urge to grab Lot by the arm and demand an explanation.


    But¡­


    These were his thoughts.


    There was no way she could ask him outright.


    ¡®Ugh, this is so frustrating!¡¯


    Morgan thought to herself, unable to do anything but speculate in silence.


    Meanwhile, Merlin was watching both Morgan and Lot with growing suspicion.


    Something felt¡­ off.


    Things were not going the way he had foreseen.


    Morgan had been under his watchful eye all this time¡ªnothing should have changed.


    So¡­ is the anomaly coming from Lot?


    Merlin subtly shifted his gaze toward the young king.


    And yet¡ª


    He couldn¡¯t see clearly.


    This realization sent a rare chill down Merlin¡¯s spine.


    The future¡ª


    The one he had long foreseen¡ª


    Was now shrouded in uncertainty.


    ¡®How interesting. Truly interesting. Perhaps fate is not as set in stone as I once believed.¡¯


    A small chuckle escaped his lips.


    For the first time in a long while, something unpredictable had happened.


    Something even he could not fully grasp.


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    While both Morgan and Merlin were deep in thought, completely absorbed in their own respective dilemmas¡ª


    The man at the center of their curiosity, Lot, was thinking about something far more¡­ critical.


    ¡®What should I have for dinner tonight?¡¯


    ¡®I''ve been eating grilled meat for days while traveling¡ªI¡¯m so sick of it.¡¯


    That, at this moment, was his biggest concern.