The idea of having one's mind read—before meeting Merlin, Lot would have been quite skeptical about such a thing.
But,
After encountering Merlin, Lot never again doubted the possibility of his thoughts being read.
Back then, he was merely a knight with above-average swordsmanship.
Neither "Joyeuse" nor "Kavacha and Kundala" existed at that time.
Yet even in such circumstances, his thoughts couldn't be eavesdropped upon.
Now that he possessed Kavacha and Kundala along with "Joyeuse," his Magic Resistance had reached an even higher level.
So when his wife claimed she could read his mind, Lot found it utterly bizarre.
"Your magecraft has reached such a level?"
Lot couldn't help but ask Morgan this.
"You can hear my thoughts without leaking any magical energy and without me noticing?"
Seeing his astonished expression, Morgan smirked triumphantly before replying, "Who said I used magecraft? Simply by being near you, my husband, I can hear the sounds of your heart."
"!!!!"
Hearing this, Lot's face showed utter disbelief.
"You don't believe me?"
Morgan retorted.
"Of course not."
Lot nodded seriously.
Then, he looked at Morgan and asked, "For example, right now, can you tell what I'm thinking?"
"You're thinking..."
Morgan instinctively listened.
Then,
Her face instantly flushed crimson.
"You—you pervert! You're actually imagining me in a qipao?! And—and in the bedchamber, completely... completely bare under—"
She glared at Lot.
This perverted mutt! His face looks so serious, yet his mind is so filthy!
Pervert!
No lewdness allowed—
Wait,
"Allowed" is impossible anyway.
"Control yourself!"
Morgan shot another glare at Lot.
Now, Lot was truly dumbfounded.
"You really know what I'm thinking inside?"
"Yes. Did you think I was spouting nonsense?"
Morgan replied.
Seeing Lot's expression darken slightly, she quickly added, "Of course, don't worry—my ability to peek into your mind isn't without limits..."
Morgan hastily explained all the restrictions on her eavesdropping to Lot.
"...For example, I've already used up today's quota. Unless your mental fluctuations are extremely intense, I won't know what you're thinking right now."
"That's a relief. Otherwise, if I ever went to pleasure houses like Merlin, you'd catch me red-handed every time!"
Lot patted his chest, speaking in a joking tone.
Though he didn't know how Morgan could read his mind, he had never intended to hide anything from her anyway.
With a clear conscience, he didn't fear being overheard.
Yes, his mind did harbor lewd thoughts.
But those thoughts were directed solely at Morgan.
And such desires, he would openly admit.
"Hmph, you dare!" Hearing this, Morgan widened her eyes at him.
"If you ever go, I'll abolish every brothel in Camelot!"
"Hey, we're not even in the Middle Ages yet. Jumping straight to modern-day vice raids is a bit too early, don't you think?"
Lot couldn't help but quip.
Though he wouldn't visit them, brothels were a popular pastime for many single youths. Especially for old bachelors—and lechers—like Merlin, their existence was practically a necessity.
"Vice raids? What's that?"
Morgan tilted her head curiously.
"Huh? Didn't you hear it from my thoughts? I never mentioned that term?"
Lot blinked.
"You really didn't."
"..."
Lot pressed further, "Then... what about my origins? Didn't you hear that either?"
"Your origins? Aren't you King Lot of Orkney?"
"No, that's not it."
Hearing this, Lot couldn't help but marvel at how his identity as a transmigrator had remained undiscovered through sheer coincidence.
"Then what exactly have you heard during normal times?"
"Plenty. Your plans, your complaints about Camelot... That's why I've been able to govern so well..."
Morgan explained.
Only then did Lot realize why Morgan had implemented so many policies before he even suggested them.
"You've kept me in the dark for so long!" Shaking his head, Lot looked at Morgan.
Seeing her about to apologize, he quickly waved his hand.
"But it's fine. In fact, I also have a secret to share with you. Between us, keeping secrets only makes things heavier. Speaking them aloud feels better."
"I... am a transmigrator."
Lot revealed his identity.
"Before we met, I had already become King Lot of Orkney."
"A transmigrator?" Morgan pondered this before asking, "Like Fujimaru Ritsuka?"
"Similar, but I transmigrated as a soul." Lot nodded.
"From the very beginning, I took over King Lot's body."
"I see."
Morgan nodded softly, showing neither surprise nor doubt.
Just as Lot had expected—since his transmigration occurred before meeting Morgan, to her, he was simply her husband.
She wouldn't dwell on it.
With a calm nod, Morgan accepted it.
Then, curiosity got the better of her.
"By the way, where exactly did you transmigrate from? I'm a little curious."
The idea that he'd traveled from the future to meet and fall in love with her... How romantic.
"21st-century China."
Lot answered.
Morgan's eyes lit up in realization:
"No wonder you introduced so many delicious dishes! Only a grand civilization like the East could produce such refined cuisine. And those divine texts you wrote—they were in Chinese script too. I always wondered about that. So you're Chinese."
"Yes, I'm Chinese."
Meeting Morgan's gaze, Lot nodded firmly.
"I've always taken pride in that identity."
Hearing this, Morgan smiled.
"Is that so? Then you'll have to bring out even more wonderful things. Otherwise, I won't acknowledge it."
"With my cheat abilities, satisfying you is effortless."