Who said a Witch's plans had to be schemes?
Who said a Witch's choices had to be made with ill intent?
Did bearing that stigma mean that everything she did had to be consigned to the darkest corners?
Samael was suddenly filled with emotion. Without realizing it, even he had fallen prey to preconceived notions, assuming Morgan was finally about to turn dark and go to extremes.
But what were the facts?
Mordred's birth was less Morgan taking the opportunity to overthrow the Holy Round Table Domain than this Fae Queen from another future deciding to build a Fae Round Table Domain of her own, one capable of resisting Camelot's expansion.
This was merely a different kind of self-preservation.
Not for herself, but for those children behind her whom she could not simply ignore.
The journey they had shared had long since left the solitary Witch no longer alone.
And during their earlier conversation, the Lion King had inadvertently revealed her attitude toward the Nameless Forest and the fae, those unstable factors.
Should Artoria truly move against the Six Fae Clans, Morgan had no doubt that the invincible Purification Knights and Round Table could easily drive the goblins from their burrows, clip the fae's wings, and lock magical beasts in cages.
Whether it was the Druidic Order's reverence for nature or the bloodline she possessed, blessed by this island's mysteries, she was destined to stand on nature's side.
If nature's mysteries were eroded by the blessings of faith, a Witch deprived of her source of power would likely weaken rapidly.
Even one as powerful as Vortigern had become the Lion King's defeated opponent. Morgan could not guarantee that, if their ideals ever diverged, her powerless self would truly be able to shelter these children forever.
And Mordred was likely this