I fell asleep in bed in Orkney, Morgan bandaged my wounds, but no matter what we did, the wound on my shoulder wouldn't disappear—it was covered by Vortigern's darkness. I also needed time to heal. The blood wasn't flowing, but there was something black.
It looked like a symbiote. I hope it isn't.
My victory is spreading in Britannia. Among the people, they call me:
The Crimson Holocaust
I sigh, but I don't intend to be. Ah, my shoulder hurts. Looking at Morgana who was checking my wound:
"I'm sorry, Morgan, for tiring you with these."
She stroked my head:
"It's okay, your healing is more important, I'll handle your affairs."
I think my heart moves more whenever I look at Morgana. It's been 5 months since I married her, but I'm a bit regretful for not being with her even once.
But suddenly she presses harder on my shoulder—ah, damn woman, it hurts.
"Well, what was that purple hair we couldn't talk about?"
I'm sweating, "Ah, don't press more."
"Hey, I was teasing a grandmother's age, but she got mad and hit me a little."
She giggles a little:
"Who could have hit you like that?"
I sigh, "Scathach, Queen of the Land of Shadows."
Her eyes widen. Ah, she hit my head. I'm quite weak in this state.
"Idiot, why did you tease that woman? If it were you, I'd be a widow."
She cuddles herself, like trying to feel sorry for herself:
"Come on, since when is telling the truth wrong? I just spat out the truth."
She fixed her eyes on me like this man can't learn and climbed on me, cuddling me:
"Was what you said next to my father true? Are we going to be together?"
I sigh, this woman is too fast:
"It's true, but we'll have a proper husband-wife argument."
Morgan is still on top of me, pushing herself toward me:
"Hm, ask, grown man."
I'm a little troubled as the sunlight hits my body, my wounds heal faster, and my healing will take a few days:
"Hey, I have a few questions. Do you want to be the ruler of Camelot? Also, do you have hatred against your brother?"
Morgan is a little surprised but rolls her eyes:
"When I married you, I still wanted Camelot. I was the rightful heir there, but I thought my father wanted to keep me away from Camelot instead. But when I saw you, how much you struggled for your people, how hard you tried, how much you wore yourself out, you were condemned to this position instead of me, but you did your best."
While Morgan was talking, I stroked her head with my right arm, then suddenly she said:
"But I was never loved in Camelot; they were only afraid of me. I thought if I became queen, I could get their respect and love, but here I only want you, Lott, so be mine, always look at me."
Then I hugged her tighter. I'm an idiot; my paranoia prevented me from seeing these. I didn't even trust my people or Balin and Ranulf because I thought they might betray me, or I might get hurt.
After all, I still understand human nature—people are selfish, they can betray you anytime, sometimes the darkness inside them is worse than demons. But I forgot this: where there is darkness, there is also light.
Even though my left arm still throbs when I move it, simple movements aren't hard.
Then I pulled Morgan aside. I still feel cold; all my scratches from the war were visible, but they didn't matter. Then I turned my back, looked at Morgan, and I was a little emotional; my voice was cracking:
"I'm sorry, Morgan, for keeping you waiting. Let my wounds heal; from now on, I promise I will give you the love you deserve."
Morgan got up, took my clothes, and helped me dress. After all, I couldn't let people see their king was wounded.
I was putting on armor, and Morgan put my cloak on my shoulders and placed my crown on my head. I took the queen's crown from the side and put it on her head.
She gave me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen and held my right arm:
"Let's go, my wife."
She leaned on my right shoulder, and we opened the door. This time, the destination was the throne room. I deserved some rest; documents could wait a few days anyway, and the number of documents had decreased, so it shouldn't be a problem.
I was brought before my throne, and Morgan sat me down. She also sat on the chair next to me.
The knights were on guard. I was bored. Then a few generals came and, after saluting:
"My king, there is an emergency."
I sighed:
"Tell me, what is this emergency?"
The general seemed to sweat; the king in front of him had turned thousands into slaves with his aura:
"My king, what should we do with the 4000 Saxons? I await your orders."
I rolled my eyes, "Find jobs and give enough food to all the Saxons. If they work diligently for 5 years, they will become citizens of Orkney. Those who practice racism against Saxons will be imprisoned for 3 days."
The general's eyes widened:
"But my king, this will cause internal unrest." These idiots:
"As long as someone disobeys me, let them come in front of me and say it to my face. Hit those who cause unrest 10 times with sticks. I am a king, not a villager working for them. The people are getting braver and want more. Let them know their heads will be cut off if they want more."
The general wanted to faint immediately, he wanted to resign and run away but he knew if he did so, he'd be a traitor and all his comrades would hunt him down.
Among the knights, King Lott was like a god, the embodiment of a legend; some even worshiped him. But the people are ungrateful; they always want more. After all, they think their king is generous and can give more. But Lott has a very nice answer to them: go f\*\*\* yourselves, maybe you'll lay golden eggs.
After the generals saluted, they left. Then Ranulf came.
After greeting, he got straight to the point:
"My king, King Leodegrance will come to Orkney. He is curious about the person helping Camelot because he has a good relationship with Camelot."
Ah, that son of a bitch. I understood. He's a good king but his daughter was bad—Guinevere. I hate her, she betrayed Artoria and ran away with Lancelot. If I see Lancelot, I'll try to kill him on the spot.
Now Guinevere is King Leodegrance's daughter and one of the most important characters in the King Arthur legend. Even though she is a good person, NTR is unacceptable.
My head hurts:
"Okay, send a message telling them they can come in 10 days."
Ranulf left. Morgan and I spent the whole day informing a few people who might have questions or need orders.
The sun was beginning to set, and Morgan and I were heading to the room. My katana, Ryujin Jakka, was always hanging at my waist.
But suddenly, Morgan and I found ourselves in a dark place. Scathach was looking at us:
"Ah, really, poor woman, who is so unlucky to marry a man like you?"
Morgan gritted her teeth, then looked at me:
"My love, what is that old hag saying? Maybe you're right, she's like she's senile."
Scathach's Yu became more distorted, and before starting, she patted:
"Scathach, why did you call me? I just got out of the war, and I'm still wounded."
Suddenly, she appeared in front of me, touched my shoulder:
"Hm, a deep wound, but you'll heal in a few days; it won't stop your training, my student."
A staff appeared in Morgan's hand, and a blue light targeted Scathach:
"Old hag, you're very brave."
Oh shit, here we go again.