Return

When Leon led his grand army back to Camelot, he was once again greeted outside the city gates by Luther and a host of noble ministers.

"What is this?"

As Luther looked at Scathach standing behind Leon, his brows furrowed slightly, filled with confusion.

Leon introduced her to Luther: "Father, this is the Queen of the Land of Shadows, named Scathach. I took her as my teacher during the expedition to Ireland, and she taught me the Runes."

Took... as a teacher?

Though Leon's phrasing was somewhat ambiguous, Luther still understood his son's meaning.

No wonder this masked, mysterious woman gave him a faint sense of danger; she was, in fact, the renowned god-slayer of the Irish isle.

Luther had heard rumors of Scathach—the mentor of the great hero Cu Chulainn and Fergus, a master of dual spears, a peerless warrior, and the ruler of the realm of the dead.

For such a proud individual to now follow obediently behind his son, she must have been defeated by him.

He nodded to this master who had cultivated such famous heroes; it was a mutual acknowledgment between a parent and a teacher.

Although Scathach was veiled and Luther had never seen her before, he could tell she was a beauty, and a highly dangerous one at that.

After boarding the carriage with Leon, Luther glanced at Scathach's figure at the back of the procession, unable to help but worry about his son's romantic inclinations.

First, there was the venomous, viper-like Morgan, and now, the bone-chilling, blade-like Scathach.

Luther truly feared that one day, Leon would go too far and end up dead without a corpse to bury.

Facing his old father's concerns, Leon indicated there was no need to worry; while there might be beings in this world who posed a threat to his life, these two women certainly could not.

"Father, you worry too much. I only regard Scathach as a teacher and have no other improper thoughts. Besides, once she teaches me the Runes, I will kill her."

A teacher who teaches Runes?

You'd better mean that!

Since Leon had made his decision, Luther stopped dwelling on it and instead reported the domestic and international situation of the past few months. Aside from a new power rising on the continent across the strait, calling itself Rome, which was not particularly friendly toward Leon's Britain.

"Rebuilding Rome? Lucius the Emperor of Swords?"

Leon remembered that in the history of his past life, during this period in Europa, the Eastern Roman Empire still existed, while the Western Roman Empire had already collapsed and disintegrated into several remnant states; there was no such ruthless figure who could rebuild Rome in such a short time.

In the many versions of King Arthur's stories, there was indeed a Roman Emperor named Lucius, but he was mostly a supporting character defeated by King Arthur to highlight the perfection of the Holy King.

But now, Leon was in the Moon World, and he had no idea how this world's Lucius had been modified by some mushroom-headed author.

He hoped his manhood was still intact.

Beyond that, Luther shared one more piece of news with Leon.

"The Queen is about to give birth; it will be any day now, which is why she didn't come to welcome you."

Luther detested Morgan, believing she was a wicked woman who would harm Leon, but he was very fond of the child in her womb.

Only when the Lion King had an heir would their political faction be truly stable.

Beyond politics and sentiment, Luther also hoped that with a child, not only would Morgan settle down, but his son Leon might also become more composed.

"Hmm, I estimate the time is about right."

Leon had been calculating the timing himself. Seeing that Morgan's due date was near, he had returned in haste, hoping to be present when the child was born.

Before they reached the city, Leon suddenly heard the sound of children singing outside the carriage.

Leon lifted the curtain to look out. Over a hundred children stood on both sides of the road, singing hymns at the top of their lungs. He could hear them clearly; their voices were crisp, and combined, they carried a sense of holiness.

Leon listened carefully for a while. The content praised his achievement in unifying the three lands of Britain, his valor in charging into battle, and the songs even referred to him as the Heaven-chosen King favored by the gods, destined to win victory after victory and rule the earth forever.

Seeing Leon finish listening, Luther explained: "These are the commoners spontaneously celebrating for my King; there was no stopping them."

"Not bad. Reward them heavily."

Although Leon didn't believe his father's claim of spontaneity—he suspected the officials below were simply too eager to curry favor—he couldn't help but feel pleased at the sight.

Even if it was just a superficial display, it was better than doing nothing at all. He chose to play the fool and not look too deeply into it.

After passing through the crowds of cheering citizens, Leon returned to the palace. Following a brief meeting with his ministers and arranging accommodations for Scathach, he hurried with Gawain to the bedchamber to see Morgan.

Morgan was half-reclined on the bed. Upon learning that Leon had arrived, she hadn't even risen before Leon strode in.

"Today is a joyous day for my King's triumphant return, yet I could not go to greet you. I beg my King's forgiveness."

Morgan attempted to rise to pay her respects, but Leon quickly stopped her: "No need, no need. You are about to give birth; your health is paramount. You must take care of yourself."

"I know my own body well; it is not so fragile. I must congratulate my King on your great victory in the expedition. To have conquered Ireland in such a short time—you are truly the wise and holy sovereign of our Britain."

"Haha, with my abilities, it was naturally an easy task."

Leon smiled with self-satisfaction, while Gawain, standing behind him, widened his eyes upon hearing Morgan's words, looking at his mother in disbelief.

To speak such gentle words—are you truly that mad, venomous mother of mine?

Gawain then looked at Leon in disbelief, astonished in his heart: if his mother was one thing, but you—this look of happiness at being praised, are you really the invincible Lion King of the battlefield? Or the harsh monarch who had over a hundred knights executed by military law?

For a moment, Gawain didn't know whether to admire the Lion King for turning his mother so gentle, or to think more highly of the mother who could stroke the Lion King until he was this docile.

Does having a child really change a person this much?

Yet, when he and Agravain were born, he never saw his mother act this tenderly; on the contrary, her personality had only grown more vicious.

Gawain could not fathom it, so he simply chalked it up to the world being full of wonders.

"By the way, I see that Agravain is meticulous, so I will have him stay in Ireland to assist Kay with administrative affairs."

Whenever he saw Morgan, Leon would always update her on how her two sons were faring, so as to spare her any worry.

He pushed Gawain forward, letting Morgan take a close look at him.

"Gawain has also performed quite well; he charges into battle alongside me and has reaped significant rewards. He is now a centurion under my command."

Gawain saw through Leon's intentions at a glance and grumbled inwardly. His mother would never worry about him or Agravain; she viewed the two brothers merely as tools to be utilized, devoid of any genuine affection.

Although he was grateful for the kindness of Leon, this father he had acquired by chance, he truly did not need it. However, since he had already been pushed to the front, he could only stiffen his neck and greet Morgan on behalf of the absent Agravain.

Morgan nodded, putting on a gratified expression: "Not bad. It is truly for the best that you two brothers can realize your own talents while also being of help to Leon."

Gawain bit the bullet and chatted with Morgan for a few moments, expressing his well-wishes for his mother and his unborn sister.

Because of his mother Morgan, he could not say he felt much affection for this new sister, yet because of Leon, he did not dislike her either.

As he left, Gawain prayed that his unborn sister's personality would not be as twisted as their mother's, nor as ruthless as the Lion King's; he hoped she would just be ordinary.

After Gawain departed, Leon picked up the ointment from the side and applied it to Morgan's rounded belly, a sudden thought occurring to him.

"Morgan, can this ointment restore skin elasticity? Is it possible to mass-produce it, and does it work for beauty treatments?"

Morgan looked at the ointment in Leon's hand. It was a potion she had casually concocted for herself to erase stretch marks and restore her skin to its pre-pregnancy firmness.

"This is a magical potion; mass production is not really feasible, though it might be possible if the ingredients are modified. As for beauty treatments, I haven't tried it, but it should work similarly."

Morgan was naturally beautiful and had been well aware of her own allure since she was young; she had never suffered from appearance-related anxiety.

One could call her wicked, but one could never call her ugly.

Hearing Morgan say this, a plan began to form in Leon's mind.

It was often said that a woman's money was easy to earn, and no woman would be indifferent to her own appearance. He would organize a caravan to sell this product in Europa to earn money for grain, while simultaneously gathering intelligence on the various kingdoms of Europa to prepare for future expeditions.