Morgan raised her staff—suddenly, a dark orb appeared and rushed toward Scathach.
Scathach simply tilted her head and dodged, but there was an explosion behind her, and I thought to myself,
"Guess that's what Chernobyl looked like."
The result of the fight was obvious from the start—Morgan and I both got hit in the head. I'm rubbing the spot where I got hit, then rubbing Morgan's head:
"It's gonna be fine now," I said, placing a soft kiss on the wound.
Scathach looks envious—there's a cocky grin on my face. At that moment, I hug Morgan:
"Ah, Scathach, you aren't doing well. Maybe I should find a staff for you, maybe you'd move more freely."
Scathach looks like she's about to snap—yeah, she could probably be summoned as a Berserker now:
"You lovebirds, stop flirting right next to me!"
Morgan sticks out her tongue—good girl. I gave her an imaginary high-five.
Anyway, I said I didn't want to be this woman's student, but yeah, right—as if that mattered:
"Whatever, my shoulder's injured. Aren't you ashamed of beating up a wounded man?"
She used a primitive rune called ᛒ Berkano, and my shoulder felt a bit better—I moved it around a little.
I grabbed Morgan's hand and lifted her leg.
Then Scathach pulled out a spear and threw it at me—I caught it.
"From now on, you'll learn spear-fighting."
What's wrong with the Fate universe, man? First Pellionore, now Scathach—they both want me to have E-Rank luck. Sorry, guess I have no destiny.
"Daga kotowaru." Scathach is pissed again, her eyebrow twitching like she's thinking, "How dare you?"*
But thank the gods she's not that young master—I was scared she'd start talking about Mount Tai any second.
The surroundings were dark, with only a red light illuminating the area. Just mountains and barren land... hmm, I get it now. No wonder this woman's so depressed.
Anyway, she threw a spear at Morgan too:
"Both of you will learn from me. Any objections?"
Scathach looks at me like "Say that again and you're dead."
What else would you expect from the old witch?
"Alright, we're starting now. Get ready."
Our total training lasted four hours.
Ah, she taught us the basics—how to swing properly, push, pull, etc.
Morgan was doing pretty well, but since I already knew the stuff, I was just refining it.
By the end, Morgan and I were both panting.
She laughed and gestured with her hand:
"Hmph, that's what happens if you call me old. Lott, Morgan—you did well."
She waved her hand, and we found ourselves in our room. We passed out on the bed before saying a word.
10 days later.
My whole life became about getting beaten and beaten again by Scathach.
That woman is ruthless.
But thanks to her, my reiatsu keeps growing—it won't stop.
I keep suppressing it constantly.
I don't want to accidentally kill someone.
As always, Morgan and I washed up early in the morning.
Today, King Leodegrance was coming.
Morgan and I still haven't had sex—because the old witch kept dragging us into training, and by the time we got back, we'd just pass out.
Today, in the hall, Morgan and I were standing across from the king.
He was old, but not *that* old—probably around 50? I'm not sure.
There was a small girl next to him—must be Guinevere.
Why is this little girl here? I don't wanna deal with her.
King Leodegrance looked cautious in front of me—I stared at the two knights behind him. They were trembling.
I looked at Leodegrance again.
I smiled:
"Leodegrance, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"**
King Leodegrance sighed—I think I heard something like "I'm getting old."
"We want to make trade agreements with Orkney. You're growing quite fast in agriculture, aren't you? Of course, this wouldn't be for free—we'll provide you with mines and gold."
He and I talked details—pricing, how much to sell and buy, what we'd give in return.
Meanwhile, Morgan had her eyes locked on Guinevere.
She was staring and grinning.
Then King Leodegrance asked for one last thing:
"My daughter admires you, Lott. May she ask something?"
Guinevere came over and tugged at my wrist:
"Uncle, you're the one who beat up the bad dragon, right?"
I covered my mouth with my hand:
"Phhh hahahahhahahahah yeah, this uncle beat the bad dragon."
She started hopping around:
"Uncle, tell me how you beat the dragon!"
King Leodegrance stood helplessly to the side, watching his daughter, like a fan meeting her idol.
Morgan was stifling her laughter—she liked this side of Lott.
But then something unexpected happened:
Guinevere reached for the katana at Lott's waist—but before she could touch it, Lott grabbed her wrist:
"Little girl, this weapon is dangerous. If you touch it, you'll turn to ash."
Guinevere was scared—but Lott patted her head before she could cry.
Then King Leodegrance gave a helpless smile:
"Would you take a walk with me, King Leodegrance?"
Guinevere hugged Lott's waist:
"Uncle, me too, me too!"
When the king nodded, I lifted Guinevere onto my shoulder. Morgan came with me and whispered in my ear:
"If you like kids this much, having a few with me wouldn't be a problem."
Ah, I blushed.
King Leodegrance seemed to understand something—he stared off into the distance a bit.
We all went to the beach, to a sandy area.
I set Guinevere down from my shoulder.
But then we heard a roar—
A group of wyverns was approaching.
I counted four of them.
The king and his daughter were trembling—
Morgan looked at me:
"Stay behind me. Don't get close."
Once they reached the right distance, Morgan stopped and raised a protective barrier with her staff.
"Banshō issai kaijin to nase, Ryūjin Jakka."
("Reduce all creation to ash, Ryūjin Jakka!")
Flames erupted from my katana, rising to the sky, piercing the clouds.
I slashed in a cross pattern to target the four wyverns.
But dozens—maybe more—wyverns further away were split in half.
The clouds scattered, and that angled slash even split the sea in two.
Then the sea came together again—waves rose.
Thank the gods Morgan and the others were a hundred meters back.
I returned to them—her sky-blue eyes were glowing, golden hair dancing in the wind.
King Leodegrance's mouth was wide open—
He now realized Lott's title wasn't a joke.
Before this, he used to scoff at it—but still respected it.
Now, all his doubts were gone.
Guinevere was mimicking me with her hands like she had a sword:
"First puff! Then BAMMMMM! And even more explosions!"
Morgan was watching her with interest—
Suddenly, Guinevere grabbed my hand:
"Uncle, will you marry me when I grow up?"
Lott ruffled her hair:
"Sorry, little girl. This uncle already gave his heart to someone else. But I'm sure you'll find someone you love."
Guinevere's face fell:
"Uncle, it's okay…"
Oi oi, are kids in the Middle Ages hitting puberty early or something?
How does a ten-year-old even say stuff like that?
No wonder Lancelot got tricked.
Then King Leodegrance pulled Guinevere by the ear:
"Uncle is married, little girl, and older than you."
Guinevere's eyes teared up—
I was giggling.
Morgan slapped my shoulder—
She didn't hold back.
It didn't hurt, but I pretended to rub it anyway.
I've long since grown numb to pain.
Only Vortigern's special attack ever actually hurt.
The scratches I got during battle weren't even noticeable.
After we sent off King Leodegrance, we spent the rest of the evening handling business again. You know… Brotherhood reports and recruits.
Stuff about other kingdoms, yada yada...
Morgan and I entered the room, and she closed the door.
She pushed me into bed and began to undress: "It's time, Lott, and there is no escape."
(I will write my first R-18 scene in this ff, don't forget to cheer me up and send power stones, do a review and comments.)