Morgan, You’re Not Acting Right!

Earlier, Lot had said nothing. Whether it was Leah or the newly arrived Melusine, both assumed he was merely a follower the kind of tag-along responsible for menial labor and heavy lifting among traveling companions.

But now, with these words spoken, everyone present was somewhat taken aback.

This didn't sound like something a mere underling should say.

Especially for Melusine.

After hearing Lot speak this way, she was utterly surprised. Her small mouth parted slightly, her astonished expression plain on her face.

How…

How did he know?

This person encased in iron knew what she liked.

Melusine turned to Lot and asked:

"You... you like rainbows too?"

"Of course."

Lot gave her a firm answer.

[Rainbows are indeed beautiful, but saying I like them would be a stretch.]

[But judging by my wife's expression, she's probably scheming to recruit you too. In that case, of course I should cater to your preferences.]

[In my past life, I've listened to your voice lines. I know you love rainbows, so of course I'd mention it.]

Meanwhile, these were his inner thoughts.

Beside him, Morgan, hearing his thoughts, understood why he had said it.

"This husband of hers only says things like this when it suits him. On normal rainy days, what he tells me is that his favorite thing is burrowing under the blankets to sleep soundly. According to Lot's philosophy: 'If you can sit, never stand; if you can lie down, never sit.' Whenever a rainbow appears after rain, I've never seen him wake up for it. And yet he claims to like rainbows…"

"But if this is his way of persuading Melusine to join our side, then it's absolutely necessary."

Morgan internally approved.

Before this, she had always been the one listening to Lot's words and then relaying them, with occasional need for meaningful expressions to create certain impressions. This process was quite troublesome. If she slipped up even slightly, things could backfire.

Thankfully, whether it was Galahad, Tristan, Bedivere, or Baobhan Sith regardless of their personalities they were all honest folk at heart.

Honest people are easy to fool!

Morgan thought to herself.

Now, she wouldn't have to scheme so painstakingly.

She could just let Lot take the reins.

But come to think of it, what did that husband of hers mean earlier?

"I've listened to your voice lines?"

What does that mean?

Had he seen Melusine before? No, if that were the case, he would've told me about it.

Not "listened."

The way Lot phrased it made it sound like someone had transcribed Melusine's words, and then he'd read them.

Surely no one would be that bored, right?

Recording even what she likes?

Morgan was puzzled.

But for now, she suppressed her confusion.

Better to just watch Lot work his magic!

Morgan turned her gaze to Lot and Melusine.

...

Having received Lot's affirmation, Melusine felt as though she had met a kindred spirit.

"What... do you like about rainbows?"

Her expression even more expectant, she asked Lot.

"Well..." Lot thought for a moment, then chuckled and replied, "I like rainbows because, though they're merely the dispersion of light, they represent my yearning for beauty."

Hearing this, Melusine's eyes widened to their fullest.

This...

She felt as though he had spoken the very words in her heart.

Someone actually shared her thoughts...

Even the chief of the Wind Clan, who had taken her in, wouldn't have understood this.

It was like scratching an itch right where it itched most.

Melusine felt she had truly found a kindred spirit.

"What's your name?"

She asked Lot.

Lot replied, "That's a secret. But if you really want to call me something, you can call me Nameless."

"Mm. Nameless. Okay."

Melusine nodded in agreement.

At that moment, perhaps due to the weather, after the torrential downpour, the rain ceased.

The skies cleared.

Once more, the azure sky appeared and not just the blue.

A beautiful rainbow emerged in everyone's line of sight.

"This rainbow... it's truly lovely!"

Melusine exclaimed.

She even twirled a few times on the rain-soaked, muddy ground.

A childlike smile of joy spread across her face.

"Mhm."

Lot nodded in agreement.

But inwardly, he was ranting wildly:

[This is the time to be sleeping. Who'd want to trudge through mud like this?]

[Dammit, if it weren't for recruiting this Melusine, who'd bother humoring this?]

[Now I finally understand how those KTV hostesses feel. Thank goodness when my friend invited me to tag along back then, I was too protective of my precious virginity to go wild.]

[All for survival it's not easy!]

KTV? Hostesses? What were these new terms?

Hearing Lot spout yet more unfamiliar words, Morgan's face betrayed her curiosity.

But upon hearing the latter half of his thoughts, she immediately realized

This was definitely not something wholesome.

Wait, since when did this husband of hers have friends like that?

Morgan internally facepalmed.

Their inner monologues went unnoticed by others.

Melusine tilted her head upward, seemingly expectant.

But since it was already dusk, the rainbow soon faded.

A look of disappointment crossed Melusine's small face.

"It's a shame... it was so brief. Beauty always vanishes so quickly."

She turned to Lot and said.

"Indeed, beautiful things are fleeting," Lot agreed.

"Gather your rosebuds while you may, Old Time is still a-flying; The flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying."

Though the verse was awkwardly translated into Celtic, Melusine grasped its meaning.

"Mm, you're absolutely right."

Melusine nodded.

"Thank you for comforting me. How should I repay you?"

[No need to overthink it just acknowledge me as your father.]

Hearing Melusine's words, Lot thought to himself.

Of course

He didn't dare say it out loud.