"What's wrong?"
Seeing Morgan suddenly overcome with nausea, Lot was immediately concerned.
But soon enough, drawing from his past life's exposure to countless TV dramas and medical journals, Lot quickly realized what was happening.
Morgan was pregnant.
A wave of exhilaration surged within him.
[I'm going to be a father!?]
Of course, this wasn't from that time.
But aside from yesterday, and excluding certain designated days, Lot and Morgan had been anything but idle.
Like any newlywed couple, they had spent every day making up for lost time so much so that the bed nearly couldn't take it.
Just imagine Morgan, a well-developed young woman of over 170 cm in height, blessed with the bloodline of King Uther, was already complaining about being unable to keep up. That alone should give you an idea of just how frequent their activities had been.
If she hadn't gotten pregnant, Lot would've started suspecting that his transmigration had somehow affected his body.
Morgan was still feeling nauseous when she suddenly overheard Lot's thoughts.
Be a father?
So that meant
I'm pregnant?
Morgan was momentarily stunned.
After all, she was still a girl under twenty.
Though she had always talked about giving Lot children, now that the moment had actually arrived, she found herself at a loss.
Yet, driven by instinct, she instinctively placed a protective hand over her abdomen.
If what he is thinking is true… then the child in my belly should be Gawain, right?
Hmm, wait let's not jump to conclusions yet.
Morgan quickly turned to those around her and ordered, "Someone, call for a doctor."
Lot immediately stopped her.
[Doctors in this era? They're like the French army in WWII utterly useless.]
[Their medical expertise boils down to three things: bloodletting, bloodletting, and more goddamn bloodletting.]
[If they lay a single hand on my precious Morgan and something goes wrong, I'd never forgive myself.]
WWII? What kind of war was that?
Was the French military back then really that incompetent?
Morgan blinked, slightly puzzled.
Still, she understood one thing clearly Lot had absolutely no trust in the doctors of this era.
Hmm… looks like I'll have to follow Lot's lead and reform medicine too.
There were many things about Camelot that he found unacceptable.
So, step by step, they would change it all.
At that moment, Lot thought of someone who could verify whether Morgan was truly pregnant.
"Master Merlin, I'll have to trouble you for this. Your magecraft should be able to check, right?"
Lot smiled as he spoke.
Seeing that smile, Merlin couldn't help but feel exasperated.
This Lot… in some ways, he's even more suited to be king than my own disciple.
His face is thicker than castle walls.
When he had no use for Merlin, he called him an "old fraud" or "white-haired swindler." But now that he needed something, it was suddenly "Master Merlin."
Still, he couldn't bring himself to refuse Lot's request.
"Of course."
Merlin nodded in agreement.
Then, he cast a diagnostic spell, carefully examining Morgan.
Once he finished, he turned to Lot and Morgan with a congratulatory smile.
"Congratulations. You're about to welcome your first child."
Merlin's smile then turned slightly bitter.
The arrival of this child would only further solidify Lot and Morgan's rule.
Though they had already braced themselves for the news, hearing Merlin's confirmation sent both Lot and Morgan into a state of euphoria.
A child. They were going to have a child.
In this era, having an heir was of utmost importance.
Especially for Lot.
What did the people of China value most above all else?
Legacy.
Even though he now found himself in the Britain of the Type-Moon world, that principle remained unchanged.
And more importantly who were Morgan's children?
[Gawain. My child, Gawain. I swear I'll do everything in my power to raise you well. I'll make sure you surpass Lancelot in strength under normal circumstances, so that your life will never be marked by tragedy.]
Lot made this vow in his heart.
Morgan tilted her head, listening.
She couldn't help but inwardly grumble.
Hey, aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?
The child in my belly isn't even a month old yet.
It hasn't even been born, and you're already planning how to surpass that knight Lancelot?
His strength is formidable.
To surpass him…
That's going to take some serious training.
But then again, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
At the very least, if Lot was this motivated to strengthen their child, he'd definitely put in the effort.
Morgan thought to herself.
The news of Morgan's pregnancy didn't just bring joy to Lot and her.
The fact that she and Lot were expecting was cause for celebration across all of Camelot.
And most importantly
The timing of this child's arrival.
It came on the very day they had ascended as Camelot's king and queen.
Now this was what you called a double celebration.
A new reign had begun, and Camelot's heir was on the way.
Come on, if this wasn't a pleasant surprise, then what was?
Kay, witnessing the scene, grinned and said to Artoria beside him:
"There were still some who doubted King Lot and Queen Morgan's right to rule. But now, on this very day, news of their heir has spread. This can only be seen as divine blessing proof that the heavens themselves approve of their reign."
"Yes, it truly seems so."
Artoria nodded in agreement.
Had Lot heard Kay's words, he would've vehemently objected.
What does this have to do with divine blessing?
This was the result of my own hard work!
"Though, this child is bound to have a tough time in the future," Kay added with a chuckle.
"Why's that?"
"Because " Kay gestured toward Lot and Morgan.
"Their Majesties are still young and in excellent health. By the time this heir comes of age, they'll likely still be going strong. Meaning… this 'heir' might remain an heir for a very long time."
He laughed.
"…"
Artoria said nothing.
But she couldn't deny the logic.
The world might very well witness a crown prince who remained a prince for fifty or sixty years.
Meanwhile, Galahad observed the scene quietly, thinking to himself:
This must be Sir Gawain. When I visited Camelot in my time, he was already a renowned knight. To now witness the moment of his conception… how truly strange.
The others, however, didn't dwell on such thoughts as deeply as Kay or Artoria. To them, this was simply a joyous occasion.
A double celebration.
With the arrival of this child and the coronation of Lot and Morgan, Camelot was about to usher in a new era.