"The Friend of Military-Civilian Dual-Purpose Talents"
What kind of book is this?
This is a legendary tome compiled by China in its time.
It is said to be a super-encyclopedia capable of rapidly restarting human civilization, restoring the world's structure, and reorganizing social production after a nuclear weapon strike.
And most crucially, its barrier to entry is extremely low—anyone with a pair of hands can use it.
Just how extensive is its content?
From tank warfare, anti-aircraft tactics, nuclear evasion, and biochemical defense to growing wheat, cultivating corn, and raising pigs, ducks, and geese. From repairing tractors and electric motors to making braised pork and caramelizing sugar—it has everything.
Though many of these things are of little use to Lot and Morgan's Camelot in this world, the number of applicable elements is far from insignificant.
Above all, this book can fully assist Lot and Morgan in establishing a near-modern industrial system in Camelot—accelerating the transition from an agrarian society to an industrial one.
Though this task is difficult, it is not much harder than rebuilding civilization after nuclear war.
It is still achievable.
After all, this divine tome has already eliminated all obstacles to scientific development—all they need to do is follow its steps methodically.
After seeing this book, Lot could already believe in Camelot's future progress.
"Launching industrialization in a fifth-century society… now that's truly bizarre. This is even more exaggerated than when I played Civilization VI," Lot couldn't help but mutter.
A nation's development isn't something you can replicate by simply bringing a spaceship to a primitive society. Without foundational scientific advancement, even if cutting-edge technology is placed right in front of you, you'd only say, "Wow, that's amazing," and accomplish nothing.
Modern science is an extraordinarily complex endeavor.
And the two volumes of the Friend of Military-Civilian Dual-Purpose Talents in Lot's hands? They teach you how to build modern science from scratch.
Extremely practical.
For Camelot right now, this is more valuable than any divine artifact.
A divine artifact can, at best, equip one person and make that individual stronger.
But does Camelot lack strong individuals right now?
Not at all.
Camelot's high-end combat power is already sufficient.
What they truly need is foundational knowledge—the kind that can genuinely change the world.
This era may be an age of heroes and kings, but in the end, it is the ordinary people who will change everything.
Though Lot could casually spout grand theories if asked, when it came to specifics, he—as a humanities graduate—was utterly clueless.
Now, he finally had this book.
With it, he could act accordingly.
"With this, we might even be able to defy Gaia. Armed with production levels and weaponry surpassing this era, who could resist our armies?" Lot thought to himself.
Gaia?
How many divisions does he have?
Lot was now brimming with confidence.
And he had to be confident.
After all, he and Morgan were now leaders fighting for the survival of Camelot's people.
He could not abandon them.
Likewise, Gaia—who sought to destroy Camelot and erase the Age of Gods—would never abandon him.
"Let's go home."
Lot returned, carrying his fishing rod.
At that moment, Morgan and Gawain were in the lounge.
Morgan, however, was sipping coffee with a smile, watching Gawain suffer at the writing desk.
Seeing her struggle with the pen, Morgan took a leisurely sip and grinned.
Gawain slammed the pen down and loudly declared:
"Mom! I don't want to do this anymore! You know what? I'd rather go kill people than write this stuff!"
"That won't do~"
Morgan replied cheerfully, seeing Gawain's attempt to quit.
Gawain waved her hands.
"No, Mom, I really don't want to! Isn't Agravain here? Just dump all these documents on him!"
"He's eight months old, Gawain. Are you even human?"
Morgan rolled her eyes.
"Besides, even if Camelot's paperwork could be handed to Agravain… what about your own territory? Your own kingdom? You'll still have to manage it yourself eventually."
"My own kingdom?"
Gawain blinked in shock, then frantically waved her hands.
"No, absolutely not! Sure, being Crown Prince for decades sounds like a long time, but I don't want to live separately!"
Morgan smiled faintly.
"That's not up to you. Do you think Camelot's domain ends here? No—our goal is all of Europe. Vast lands will one day be yours to inherit."
"Gah—!"
Gawain let out a dramatic cry.
Just then, the two noticed Lot walking in with several books.
"Hm? What's this?"
Morgan eyed the books in his hands.
She knew Lot had gone fishing.
But today's "catch" seemed… unusually shabby.
What was so special about these books?
"These? They're divine tomes."
Lot handed the three books to Morgan and Gawain.
Seeing his serious expression, the two carefully examined them.
However, upon seeing the Chinese characters, Morgan and Gawain wore identical looks of confusion.
"Divine tomes? Do they contain cultivation techniques?" Gawain asked curiously.
"No. They're far more important than that."
Lot shook his head, then gave Morgan a rough explanation of the books' contents.
(Of course, he omitted the nuclear defense sections.)
After listening, Gawain tilted her head.
"Pfft, what's the big deal? The weapons described here aren't as strong as my Galatine."
She didn't grasp Lot's point—especially since he hadn't mentioned the WMDs—so she remained indifferent.
But her attitude changed in the next second.
Because she saw her parents' expressions.
They were deadly serious.
"You're certain there are no errors?" Morgan asked urgently.
"Of course. Why would I lie to you?" Lot nodded.
Hearing his confirmation—both outwardly and in his thoughts—Morgan fell silent.
Having been with Lot for so long, she understood the implications.
This was a true divine artifact.
More valuable than anything else.
"We must protect these. Lot, translate them into Camelot's language and distribute them to our officials," Morgan said firmly.
"Naturally. I'd planned to do so anyway," Lot agreed.
"Camelot will become greater. With our population and military overwhelming neighboring factions, our future will be brighter than ever."
Lot and Morgan shared a look of certainty.
Meanwhile, Gawain—though not fully understanding—knew one thing:
She needed to leave.
Staying as a third wheel would only earn her a double scolding from her parents.
This was a lesson learned through blood and tears.
The translation could wait.
The books were massive, and even selecting portions would take time. Lot planned to proceed gradually.
Camelot's army left a garrison under Kay's command, while the rest returned to the White Chalk City.
Though only Ireland remained unclaimed in the British Isles—and based on Lot and Morgan's deductions, the saviors from Chaldea (Fujimaru Ritsuka and company) were likely there—launching a trans-sea campaign now would be too risky.
Besides, with their newfound "divine tomes" on infrastructure, Morgan and Lot were eager to focus on development.
Thus, they led their forces back to the White Chalk City.
After nearly three weeks of travel, they finally arrived home.
Upon returning to the palace, Lot and Morgan immediately sought out one person:
Agravain.
Their child—of course they were concerned.
Gawain had been by their side, so they didn't miss her much. But Agravain, still an infant, had stayed behind in the White Chalk City, awaiting their return.
The maids brought Agravain out.
At just eight months old, he already carried traces of his future demeanor. He observed Morgan and Lot calmly, neither crying nor fussing.
Gawain stroked her chin, disappointed.
"Hey, Dad, look at him—so mature, so composed. Why don't we just age him up? That way, he can help you and Mom sooner."
Her eyes gleamed with mischief, as if she were ready to force-feed him growth potions.
"Dream on!"
Lot bonked her on the head.
"Ow—!"
Gawain clutched her skull, exaggerating her pain comically.
Watching her antics, Lot and Morgan burst into laughter.
Even Agravain, still in the maid's arms, curled his lips into a smile.
(After all, he was still a baby. Seeing something funny naturally made him happy.)
"Good. There's still time to raise him properly," Morgan thought, pinching his cheeks playfully.
She alternated between teasing and pretending to make him cry—a far cry from the Agravain Lot had once known.
That Agravain had been older than the other Round Table knights, burdened with far more responsibility.
But this Agravain?
No.
His children would know happiness.
With that resolve, Lot joined in tormenting Agravain.
Oh, you like being stoic?
Then I'll fix that before you grow up.
Gawain, after a moment's thought, gleefully joined in.
Let's make it a trio!
If Agravain could speak, he'd surely scream:
"STOP—! DON'T COME NEAR ME—!!!"
Alas, he couldn't.
So he could only tremble as fate took its course.
Ireland Island
"Master, we've arrived."
At Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka began summoning Servants.
With their forces lacking, they had to call for reinforcements.
After some thought, Ritsuka summoned two more:
Gawain.
Agravain.
"Sir Gawain, Sir Agravain," Mash greeted them.
Once the summoning concluded, Ritsuka asked:
"This time, we're facing Morgan. Are you prepared to fight her?"
"Of course. In my past life, I chose the King's side. Now, I won't hesitate to face her again," Agravain answered solemnly, his expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, the male Gawain was far more flippant.
"I haven't caught up on this world's news. So, there's another 'me' here, right? Tell me—is this world's Gawain just as dashing and charming as I am?"
"Uh…" Mash hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Gawain pressed.
"In this era… you're a woman," Ritsuka clarified.
"WHAT—!?"
Gawain stared in disbelief, then glanced at Agravain.
"And him? Don't tell me he's a girl too—"
The idea of a female Agravain was terrifying.
Agravain stiffened.
"No, he's not," Ritsuka said.
Agravain exhaled in relief.
Then Ritsuka added:
"He's currently… a baby."