Morgan's Gift

The Lion King's coronation ceremony had concluded, but the festive rhythm did not cease; the city remained as bustling as before.

The people's faces were still filled with smiles, and the envoys from various nations had not departed, choosing to remain in Camelot.

There was no other reason for this than a sudden announcement Leon had made at the very end of the coronation.

"Once the coronation ceremony concludes, the wedding between This Lonely One and Princess Morgan will follow. I ask that all envoys remain to witness this momentous occasion for This Lonely One and Princess Morgan."

The envoys offered congratulations with smiles on their faces, though they were inwardly frantic; they would now have to prepare wedding gifts, and they had no such wealth to squander.

As the day's ceremonies ended, Leon returned to his bedchamber filled with satisfied joy, and before sleep, he received two gifts from Morgan.

"This bracelet is a Mystic Code I crafted myself. It carries the blessing of the fae, and wearing it will bring you good fortune."

Morgan produced a silver bracelet and fastened it onto Leon's wrist herself.

"Morgan, you are truly wonderful."

He did not understand magecraft and was unaware of the bracelet's true value, but seeing Morgan craft a gift for him with her own hands filled him with heartfelt joy.

Just as he felt a stir of emotion, Morgan pulled his hand and placed it upon her lower abdomen.

Through the fabric, Leon could feel the coolness of Morgan's body, and seeing her light laughter, a gentle radiance bloomed upon her face.

"Leon, I am pregnant."

What!

Morgan's brief sentence struck Leon like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned in place.

Morgan repeated herself, which finally allowed him to react.

He stroked Morgan's abdomen with the utmost care, asking again in disbelief, and after receiving a firm confirmation from her lips, Leon was ecstatic, immediately wanting to share the good news with his father and brother.

However, he was stopped by Morgan: "They have all consumed much wine at tonight's banquet. It is better to let them rest for the night and share this good news with them tomorrow."

"Yes, you are right." Leon was overjoyed, nodding in agreement to everything Morgan said at this moment.

No wonder Morgan had been so insistent, setting the wedding date as soon as possible and even having him announce it today to link the date with the coronation; the reason lay right here.

By the Emperor, Leon felt that today was his lucky day; good news kept falling from the sky one after another, leaving him dizzy with delight.

Today, he had not only officially ascended the throne but also held the Holy Sword, annexed new lands, and received the head of the enemy chieftain. To cap off the night, Morgan had given him a massive surprise.

In his two lifetimes, this was his first child.

Even past midnight, Leon remained too excited to sleep, his mind constantly wandering to what the child's future would be like, what name they should choose... Holding Morgan and watching her delicate sleeping face, he felt an incomparable sense of happiness.

The next day, it was a rare occurrence for Leon to oversleep.

Merlin, accompanied by Kay and Artoria, as well as a corpse resembling the late Ferrus, waited in a side hall for Leon's arrival.

"Teacher, why did I have to play along with the performance yesterday? It was clear he could have simply taken the throne."

At this moment, Artoria was as pure as a lily. The knightly education she had received since childhood made her detest such false pretenses, yet she acknowledged the existence of hypocrisy.

Political theater, she understood it well. Her question to Merlin was merely a way to vent her frustrations.

Merlin only smiled, indulging Artoria's temper.

If it were the Artoria of the past, she would have kept her spirit tightly coiled, paying extreme attention to her every action and gesture, rather than being so unrestrained as she was now.

Watching his sister, who seemed much lighter after shedding her heavy burdens, Kay felt a great sense of relief.

This is exactly what I had hoped for.

"By the way, let me tell you both something..."

Bored, Merlin leaned in toward the two of them, speaking mysteriously, but as soon as he began, Kay immediately covered his sister's ears to prevent her from hearing.

At the same time, he glared at Merlin with murderous intent.

There was no other reason; what Merlin was about to say was exactly what he had seen regarding the interactions between Leon and Morgan over the past two days using his Clairvoyance.

Merlin had intended to share it out of amusement, but Kay dared not listen.

He had finally managed to gain some standing with the Lion King, and his sister had been granted permission to live freely; he did not want to be blacklisted by the Lion King because of this.

The Lion King did not possess a gentle temperament.

Artoria pried Kay's hands away. She shot a glance at Merlin, wanting to say that she had already known and had even seen it with her own eyes, but upon remembering the expression on her sister Morgan's face that day, she decided to keep it to herself.

When Leon arrived with Morgan, he found the three of them already embroiled in a scuffle.

"Your Majesty, you are quite late today."

Facing Merlin's teasing, Leon remained unbothered, a smile he could not suppress lingering on his face.

"Have my father and the ministers gather in the council chamber later. I have an important matter to announce. For now, let us deal with the corpse of Vortigern."

Leon kept them in suspense, looking at Vortigern, who now resembled the late Ferrus. The head was severed, and the wound on the chest where he had been stabbed had completely healed, leaving not a trace of a scar.

With such powerful regenerative abilities, how could he have died from being decapitated by his subordinates?

As Leon voiced his confusion, Merlin remarked: "His soul was imprisoned within his head by a spell. The caster's methods were highly sophisticated."

Leon looked to Morgan for verification, and she nodded, concurring with Merlin's assessment.

Since the two authoritative master mages by his side had both said so, it could only be the truth.

Under Merlin's introduction, the method for purifying the corpse of Vortigern was remarkably straightforward.

Burn it!

Reduce the body to ash, scatter it into the sea, and send the soul to Avalon, utilizing the dissipation of mystery on the planet to ensure he could never return to the present world.

After hearing this, Leon only felt it had that distinct medieval flavor, but he still had one question: "Can't we just make his soul vanish into thin air?"

Merlin was speechless.

Morgan rolled her eyes at him and explained, "The Vile King is Britain itself; his soul and will are deeply bound to the island. To extinguish his soul, one would have to destroy the entire island."

Leon understood.

The typical, over-the-top settings of Type-Moon.

With Vortigern's soul in a deep slumber, Merlin and Morgan joined forces to send it to the distant Utopia, while his corpse was incinerated into black ash amidst the raging flames.

Strangely, this time Leon did not catch a whiff of that nauseating fragrance.

Seeing Vortigern completely reduced to a pile of dust, Leon ordered it to be cleaned up and had two squads of his direct soldiers from three months ago handle the scattering.

Watching the remains of the Vile King being collected, Merlin could not bring himself to believe that the White Dragon would die so easily...

Leon saw through Merlin's worry at a glance, yet he remained unconcerned. They had done everything they were supposed to: sealed the consciousness, sent the soul to a foreign realm, destroyed the body, and scattered the ashes into the sea. If Vortigern could still stir up trouble after all that, then it was simply fate, and he would have to admit the man was a legend.

"Rest easy, Merlin. If he truly has a backup plan, there is no need to worry; I can destroy him with a single hand."

"Wow~ as expected of our Lion King, truly impressive, truly reassuring and worthy of respect."

Listening to Merlin's strange tone, Leon frowned, looking bewildered: "What is that tone? Have you been driven insane by Vortigern's influence?"

"No, it's nothing~" Merlin wore an inexplicable smile, his true thoughts impossible to discern.

Once the matter was concluded, Morgan ignored her sister Artoria, who was present, and simply bid Leon farewell before departing.

Leon led the others to the council chamber.

The hall was already packed with people. Having received Leon's orders, the ministers had rushed over, all speculating about what major event had occurred.

Yesterday, after Leon ascended the throne, he immediately granted titles and fiefs to his ministers and soldiers to stabilize the public heart.

Among them, the Four Nobles who had followed Leon since he drew the sword held the largest fiefs and highest titles; some even began referring to them as the 'Four Nobles' that very day. Below the Four Nobles were Joe, Kay, Merlin, and the two princesses of the late king.

Yet, no matter how high their titles or how vast their lands, in this council chamber, they were only entitled to stand by the Round Table.

After Leon entered and sat down, a single sentence ignited the emotions of everyone present.

"Morgan is pregnant. It's mine!"

As these words fell, the atmosphere in the hall exploded.

Voices rose in a cacophony of discussion. His father and brother stepped forward together, hurriedly asking, "My King, are you speaking the truth?"

The importance of an heir to a political power went without saying, so Leon affirmed, "A monarch does not speak in jest."

Hearing this, Luther was overjoyed and immediately led the crowd in a loud cheer.

"Congratulations to my King!"

"Congratulations to my King!"

Regardless of whether they were sincere or feigning it, the ministers all wore joyful expressions, happy for Leon.

"I shall celebrate with all of you!"

Leon knew that the majority of these ministers opposed his marriage to Morgan, and this majority even included his father and brother.

It wasn't that his father and brother were determined to defy Leon's wishes or prevent him from marrying the person he loved, but rather that Morgan's reputation in Britain was truly poor, and marrying her would bring too many disadvantages to Leon.

In fact, Morgan herself was the disadvantage!

But Leon was determined to marry Morgan, and no one dared to remonstrate. Only Luther and Joe could occasionally drop a hint or two, relying on their kinship and status, but they dared not speak too deeply... Today, Leon also used this event to pressure those who opposed him.

"Then we shall hold the wedding as soon as possible."

"As you command!"

Following Leon's urging today, he expected these people would find the motivation to prepare actively.

In truth, after half a day had passed, although Leon's mood remained high, he could think as calmly as usual.

Right now, he was only thinking about one thing.

Can a Primarch naturally reproduce offspring?