Morgan, You’re Not Acting Right!

"Ah, now isn't the time for this. The most important thing right now is to drive out all these enemies."

Seeing Lot still standing there dumbfounded, Morgan couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, right. The priority is still to repel the enemy forces."

Lot temporarily set aside the doubts in his heart and launched an attack against Vortigern's surrounding troops.

With the addition of fresh reinforcements, the morale of Camelot's army on the city walls soared.

Their individual combat prowess was already significantly stronger than Vortigern's forces, and now with Morgan's sudden arrival catching Vortigern's army completely off guard, the enemy's morale collapsed entirely under this dual assault.

The soldiers lost their will to fight, the commanders their heart for battle.

King Mark, seeing the situation on the walls reverse in an instant, panicked.

At that moment, Lot charged toward him.

"Earlier, you had numbers on your side, didn't you? Thought you were something special, didn't you? Come on, let's have a rematch see who's truly stronger now?"

He taunted King Mark.

Then, he lunged at him.

King Mark felt his soul nearly leave his body at the sight.

Had his own side's morale been high, he might have stood a chance against Lot. But now, it was Lot's forces who were brimming with fighting spirit.

How am I supposed to fight this?

Seeing Lot charging at him, enhanced by Morgan's buffs and glowing red all over, King Mark barely managed to raise his sword in defense.

After just two exchanges with Lot,

He immediately realized he was outmatched.

His entire arm felt like it was about to shatter from the impact.

No way.

As much as I hate this guy, I genuinely can't beat him.

I really, truly can't.

After just a few clashes, King Mark chose to flee.

Glancing at the ground outside the walls, he once again opted to jump down.

Hmm,

You know what?

After doing it once before, this time feels much more familiar.

King Mark escaped with practiced ease.

Leaving Lot utterly dumbfounded.

"This guy... he was gone before I even realized it?"

Lot muttered as he cut down Vortigern's remaining soldiers, watching King Mark's retreating figure.

On the battlefield below, Vortigern's eyes widened in disbelief.

Damn it!

We were so close!

Just a little more, and we could have taken this castle. After that, Camelot would have been ours for the taking.

Damn it!

We were right there!

All our carefully laid plans ruined just like that.

Vortigern clenched his sword tightly, wanting desperately to turn the tide.

But the moment he gripped his weapon, he felt Scáthach's piercing gaze fixed on him.

...Right.

If he made a move, Scáthach wouldn't just stand by and watch.

A one-on-one with Scáthach?

Vortigern wasn't that stupid.

He wasn't about to commit suicide so blatantly.

Seeing Vortigern lower his weapon, Scáthach likewise put away her spear.

Hmph. At least you know your place.

Filled with rage, Vortigern could only watch helplessly as his army, on the verge of victory, was pushed back.

In the end, he ordered a retreat.

Watching them withdraw, everyone broke into smiles of victory once more.

Especially Lot. As their leader, he had borne tremendous pressure. Now, seeing Vortigern's forces repelled and Morgan's reinforcements arriving just in time, he laughed heartily and shouted down at Vortigern:

"Haha! Vortigern! Prepare to face your crushing defeat! I will personally avenge my father-in-law's death!"

Vortigern said nothing in response to Lot's triumphant display.

The loser's complaints are nothing but jokes.

"Retreat."

Gritting his teeth, he gave the order to his defeated troops.

In his heart, Vortigern swore this wasn't over between them he would personally claim the heads of both Lot and Morgan.

He shot one last glare at King Mark and let out a disdainful hmph.

Disgraceful.

Absolutely disgraceful.

...

Watching Vortigern's retreating army, Lot turned back with a smile.

He pulled Morgan into a tight embrace.

The soldiers and officers present quickly averted their eyes.

Sir Tristan ever the melancholic one waved at the troops and said, "Alright, alright. Tend to the wounded and prepare the fallen for burial."

Galahad and Artoria also tactfully withdrew.

Once everyone had left, Lot whispered into Morgan's ear with a grin:

"Morgan, your timing was perfect."

[I really thought I was about to meet my maker today. Thank goodness my wife always comes through at the most critical moments.]

Hearing his thoughts, Morgan couldn't help but look smug.

Hehe, you.

Did you really think I wouldn't know when you're in danger?

She smiled and replied:

"Of course. We've always been in sync."

Mhm, mhm.

Lot nodded naturally at her response.

Then,

Curious, he asked: "By the way, how many troops did you bring? How could you mobilize so many in such a short time?"

Morgan's impossibly fast arrival struck Lot as suspicious.

How could she possibly have marched an army all the way from the Welsh mountains and gotten here so quickly?

"This many."

Morgan held up a single finger with a playful smile.

"Ten thousand? Well, that's a decent number. Even though the enemy outnumbers us two-to-one, defeating them shouldn't be too difficult."

Seeing her gesture, Lot was surprised that was far more than he expected but quickly broke into a delighted grin.

With over ten thousand troops,

Taking on Vortigern and King Mark's combined forces of twenty thousand wouldn't be too hard.

Morgan vigorously shook her head at his assumption.

"Lot, do you really think I could mobilize an army of ten thousand that quickly? If I could pull that off, I wouldn't be Morgan I'd be that 'Doraemon' you and Gawain are always talking about."

She rolled her eyes at him.

"So... you only brought a thousand?!"

Lot finally understood.

"That's right. Just a thousand." Morgan explained. "In such a short time, how many do you think I could gather? I left Bedivere to handle the rest."

During the defense earlier, since the walls couldn't accommodate too many soldiers at once, and Morgan's sudden arrival had caught Vortigern's forces completely off guard, their rapid retreat made sense.

"But once Vortigern realizes what's happening, what do we do then?"

Lot asked worriedly.

Hearing this, Morgan's smug expression grew even more pronounced.

After ensuring no one else was around, she proudly placed her hands on her hips.

Then, she declared:

"Hehe, I already thought of that. And it's all thanks to you."

"Huh?"

Lot looked puzzled.

"Come on, I'll show you later. Right now, your wife just marched all this way and needs some proper rest."

Grabbing Lot's hand firmly, Morgan began leading him toward where the others had gone.

However, after just a few steps, Scáthach blocked their path.

"My dear little sister, don't you think you owe me an explanation about how you've been spreading rumors that your elder sister is an old hag?"

She asked with a sweet smile.

"How did you know ?"

Before Morgan could finish, Scáthach pointed at Lot beside them.

"Lot told me, of course."

"That's impossible. Lot would never say such a thing."

Morgan's response was immediate.

She hadn't even needed to hear Lot's thoughts.

Because,

She trusted him completely knew he would never do something like that.

Hearing this, Scáthach burst into laughter.

"Ahahaha..."

After her laughter subsided, she noticed Lot and Morgan staring at her blankly.

Calmly, she remarked: "You two are truly something. Keep it up I look forward to seeing how far your endeavors will go. The greater your achievements, the more it proves my decision was correct."

"Don't worry about that, sister."

Morgan replied earnestly.

Then, Scáthach asked:

"By the way, what's this plan of yours?"

"Hehe, just wait and see."

...

"Something's not right."

During the retreat, Vortigern suddenly called out to the others.

"Hm? What is it?"

King Mark asked, puzzled by Vortigern's expression.

Pointing back toward the castle, Vortigern explained: "Our intelligence was clear Camelot's main forces are still concentrated in the Welsh mountains. There's no way they could have mobilized here in just a few days.

And the enemy couldn't have known our plans in advance, so they couldn't have prepared reinforcements. That means only one thing Morgan didn't bring as many troops as we thought.

We were just caught off guard by her sudden appearance earlier."

"You're saying... we were fooled?"

King Mark exclaimed, as if waking from a dream.

"Exactly. That's precisely what happened."

Vortigern nodded.

King Mark eagerly asked: "So do we turn back and attack now?"

His thirst for revenge burned fiercely.

Vortigern glanced at the darkening sky and replied: "It's too late now. We'll launch another assault tomorrow. Before, the enemy only had Lot. Now they have Morgan too. If we take this castle, we can wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Night had fallen, and even with Morgan's limited forces, holding the castle until morning wouldn't be difficult.

"Alright. We'll settle this score tomorrow then."

King Mark clenched his fists in determination.

With that,

They prepared to make camp and plan the next day's attack.

However, that night, Vortigern and King Mark noticed something unusual.

On the other side of the castle, a column of troops carrying torches approached from the distance.

Judging by the number of torches, there had to be at least two thousand men.

The flickering lights clearly indicated real people holding them.

Vortigern and King Mark exchanged glances.

"What is this? Reinforcements?"

Vortigern said disbelievingly.

Earlier that day, he had deduced Morgan couldn't have brought many troops but certainly over a thousand. Now, with another one or two thousand fresh soldiers,

The difficulty of their assault had just increased dramatically.

Had the enemy's reinforcements truly arrived?

Vortigern began doubting his earlier assessment.

Just then, King Mark spoke up:

"Could this be some kind of magic? Aren't Morgan and Camelot's Court Mage Merlin both powerful spellcasters? Maybe this is an illusion?"

Vortigern looked at him as if he were an idiot.

What kind of magic could possibly achieve this?

Thousands of torches stretched in a long, unmistakable line no simple illusion could replicate that.

Still, Vortigern said: "Let's wait until morning to see what's really going on."

"Agreed."

King Mark nodded.

...

Then,

The next day, Vortigern and King Mark saw yet another army approaching the castle.

"The enemy's main force has arrived?!"

The same thought flashed through both their minds.

...

"Come on, march with vigor! Make it look like you've covered a thousand miles in a day! Don't let it seem like you're the same troops who entered the castle twice yesterday you're fresh reinforcements now!"

Lot and Morgan watched as the soldiers marched into the castle. As they observed, Lot continued coaching the troops on their performance.

Then, he glanced at Morgan and remarked with surprise: "I never thought you'd actually use that story I casually told you."

Using "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" tactics in battle looks like Morgan beat history to it by over a thousand years.