Morgan's condition

"Are you Morgan?"

Leon observed the woman who had emerged from the mirror.

The black-blue dress gave her a dark, cold air, while the black veil over her face added a touch of mystery; the veil was so thin that one could easily see through it.

At the first sight of Morgan's appearance, Leon felt a jolt of spirit.

This woman, branded a venomous shrew and an enchantress by the people of Britain, was truly worthy of being Artoria's sister; she was indeed beautiful.

Her features were eighty to ninety percent similar to Artoria's, but unlike Artoria's pure cuteness, Morgan possessed a bewitching charm in her brows. Her figure was tall and curvaceous, radiating the allure of a mature woman, full of depth and flavor.

At a glance, her beautiful exterior carried the undisguised temperament of a wicked woman—not exactly sharp or mean, but giving off a palpable sense of danger.

Sweet and alluring, yet lethally toxic.

"Am I beautiful?"

Morgan's voice was unlike her mature, wicked persona; instead, it sounded cold and detached, laced with a hint of madness.

"Beautiful. Very beautiful."

Leon's deep voice resonated. He stared at Morgan without blinking, his gaze filled with both an appreciation for beauty and a possessive desire to make her his own.

He took two steps forward to stand before Morgan, bowing slightly as he extended his palm.

"Morgan, be my wife. I will give you supreme pleasure and joy." Leon went straight to the point, without a shred of shyness.

If his previous idea of a political marriage was to satisfy his desire for collecting and political gain, this was now pure, unadulterated lust without a single distracting thought.

"Majestic Lion King, only a man as heroic as you is fit to be my husband. I am willing to become your wife."

Morgan raised her arm, elegantly placing her hand upon Leon's rough, large palm.

"?" She just agreed?

Morgan's acceptance was so swift that it truly caught Leon off guard.

In his imagination, the love-hate entanglement and the grievances between them would require at least five or six hundred thousand words of plot development, with them finally reconciling to live a happy life—that was the logic of a love story.

Leon had even prepared himself for the scenario where "Morgan refuses to yield, and I am forced to use despicable coercion."

The fact that Morgan agreed so readily actually made Leon feel uneasy, suspecting she had ulterior motives.

And motives of no small scale.

"Lion King, if you wish to marry me, there are a few things I must tell you."

Leon's slightly furrowed brow relaxed, and he gently held Morgan's delicate, smooth, and fair hand.

That's more like it.

If Morgan agreed so easily, she must be plotting something against him.

"Please, speak."

Morgan said, "The first thing is, as you know, I am currently a married woman. I hope you will kill my current husband so that I may marry you."

"Ah?"

Was the first thing really this explosive and vulgar?

Leon inwardly cried out, what kind of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian plot was this? Even if he wasn't a righteous man, he couldn't bring himself to do something so despicable and bottomless.

But when he saw the wicked and cold expression beneath her black veil, he immediately changed his mind.

"Very well!"

Then again, Morgan was wicked, but was Leon himself a good man?

He was no gentleman!

Besides, he would eventually have to conquer the Scotland region anyway. Killing the King of Orkney on the battlefield would make Morgan his spoils of war, and making her his queen afterward would be perfectly in line with social order, national conditions, and legal principles.

There was just one thing: watching Morgan speak of killing her own husband without a flicker of emotion, Leon felt a strange sense of worry. Was Morgan being a bit too extreme?

Would she treat him the same way in the future?

"Second, I have two children, named Gawain and Agravain. They are quite talented, and I hope you will put them to good use. If you do, I will love you."

The wife he was to marry was a venomous woman bent on killing her current husband, and she came with two kids... After a moment of consideration, Leon wondered if he was being too much of a "cuckold."

But when his gaze fell once more beneath that black veil...

Sigh.

"Very well."

Wu Zetian, Liu E—were they not remarried? They still lived happy, fulfilling lives with their husbands after marriage and even achieved great things.

Moreover, Morgan's two children were assets: Gawain was valiant, a fierce general who could charge into battle, while Agravain was sinister, rational, and calm in handling administrative affairs. Both were rare talents.

Thinking of it that way, it wasn't a loss at all...

In fact, it was a massive profit. Marrying one wife and gaining two talented subordinates—the drop rate was almost rivaling that of Emperor Wu of Han.

Besides, with Leon's physique, if the bride were truly a virgin, he feared she might suffer a hemorrhage and die on the wedding night.

It was better to have someone who had already given birth.

Broad!

Leon nodded and said, "Your children are my children; I will treat them as my own flesh and blood."

Morgan's breath hitched slightly. She looked up at Leon; though he possessed a towering physique, his youthful face revealed he was only a few years older than Gawain.

The age gap between father and son was so small... well, that wasn't entirely unacceptable.

Caesar was five or six years younger than his son-in-law Pompey, and no one had said a word about that.

"Third, I want you to rule all of Britain, so that I may stay by your side forever and ever."

This time, Leon didn't need to look at her face to give his answer.

"Agreed." Unifying Britain and Ireland was something Leon intended to do regardless.

With Morgan bringing this up now, Leon didn't even need to use his brain to guess what she would do next.

After the unification of Britain, the King would die suddenly, a young heir would ascend the throne, the nation would fall into chaos, and to ensure the stability of the regime, the Queen would take the regency...

Listen to that—how pleasant it sounds.

"My beautiful wife, how do you plan to kill me this time? A cup of poisoned wine, a curse, or perhaps hiring assassins?"

Upon hearing this, Morgan showed a hint of astonishment; she had not expected her inner thoughts to be seen through so easily.

"What, are you surprised?"

Leon recounted his deductions, and as Morgan listened, the shock on her face grew even deeper.

"You—"

He had guessed correctly; that was exactly what she had been thinking.

Once Leon unified Britain, she would poison him to death, allowing her to smoothly seize control of the country. In doing so, she would become the true master of Britain.

She had even prepared the poison.

She had even made meticulous plans for Leon's soul and corpse after his death.

It seemed now that this lion before her, while large in stature, was not stupid at all; on the contrary, he was incredibly shrewd. She would need to rethink her strategy.

"Morgan, if that is what you are thinking, I advise you to give up as soon as possible. If you ask why, poison, curses, and assassinations are all useless against me."

Leon had lived in the forest with his mother for eight years, raised on her milk, which had granted him an immunity to all poisons.

When he was adopted by Luther, his mother had bestowed a blessing upon him, making him immune to all wicked curses.

Leon didn't know if the blessing against curses was real, as he had never encountered anyone who could cast one on him.

But his poison resistance was undeniable; he had genuinely consumed lethal toxins, and at most, it had only given him an upset stomach.

As for hiring assassins to kill him?

Heh.

To send a mere handful of ordinary humans to challenge a Primarch—wasn't that overestimating the physical capabilities of humans in the 5th century?

"I didn't expect you to see through it all. Do you still intend to marry me, Lion King?" Seeing her schemes laid bare, Morgan had already abandoned all hope.

But Leon's next words brought a sudden turn of events, sending a jolt through her heart.

"Of course." Leon had said it before: he had a weakness for wicked women and femme fatales.

Marrying Morgan was, first, because Leon coveted her beauty—he admitted he was base like that—and second, to take in Gawain and Agravain.

Morgan looked at Leon, and a glimmer of something unusual flashed through those cold, ruthless azure eyes.

Even knowing she intended to harm him, he still dared to declare he would marry her!

Could it be that he truly loves me?

Merlin, standing to the side and witnessing this tug-of-war between the two lunatics, couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Are you two even sane?

One is plotting to murder her current husband, and the other, knowing his future wife intends to kill him, actually accepts it...

What kind of people are these?

Pah, disgusting!

The depravity of their morals and the madness of their thinking are simply unbearable to watch.