I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

Morgan's eyes slowly began to open, the growing sound of Mordred yelling at Ha Joon echoing in her ears.

Her eyes fully opened, and she looked up at the ceiling with a calm expression.

"She's awake!" Mordred exclaimed excitedly, moving away from Ha Joon and kneeling close to the bed.

"Auntie, you're actually awake. I... I can't believe this." Mordred's eyes began to well up, tears almost on the brink of falling.

"Mor...dred, y...you've grown up...so much," Morgan said, carefully picking her words.

Ha Joon stood to the side, arms crossed, observing their conversation. Regardless of the chances he wanted to give her, the Morgana he knew from the stories was manipulative and evil. He needed to be cautious.

"You have too. Look how long your hair has gotten. You've been unconscious for five years," Mordred cried, no longer able to hold back her tears.

With a smile, Morgan grabbed Mordred's hand. "Do not let Artoria see you crying. Such a beautiful face isn't meant for tears."

Just as she said this, she wanted to look at Mordred when she suddenly noticed the man standing at the side, his red eyes locked onto her.

Her eyes widened in shock. "H...Ha Joon?" she blurted out.

'Eh? She knows me?' Ha Joon was confused, knowing for a fact this was their first meeting.

"Oh right, Auntie, this is the moro— I mean king I was always telling you about. Seems like you figured that out the moment you saw him," Mordred said, standing up and wiping her cheeks.

"Y...yeah, y-you do talk about him a lot. How could I miss him?" Morgan managed a weak smile.

'That was a lie,' Ha Joon thought, glaring at her. 'Barely five minutes in and she's already leaving a bad impression. Doesn't matter, as long as I get the information I need, it's all good.'

"Yo, my name is Ha Joon Pendragon... The King of Camelot and the one who saved you from your deep slumber. I hope you're feeling well now." He introduced himself with an air of elegance, making sure not to show any type of weakness she could prey on.

But rather than calming down, Morgan seemed even more shocked than before. One could visibly see her fingers digging into the blanket on her lap with annoyance.

"You hel— Pendragon? Y-you got married to Artoria?" she asked.

"Yes, I guess that makes you my sister-in-law," Ha Joon replied.

Morgan stared at him for a while before lowering her gaze to her legs. "I've been asleep for five years... I shouldn't be surprised that I missed some things. So, my sister finally broke out of her shell and decided to get married, even if for political reasons. She isn't the type to—"

_Grrr!_

Her stomach rumbled.

"Pardon me..." Morgan touched her belly with a small smile.

"No, it's fine. I heard you've only been eating liquid-based food since you fell unconscious. It's only natural for your body to want solid food. Wait here; I'll get a maid to bring you something."

Ha Joon didn't wait for a response before walking away.

"Auntie, I should go help him. I'll be right back," Mordred said, running after him and closing the door behind her.

Morgan was now the only one left in the room.

She took her time examining her surroundings, and then, without any warning, she covered her face with her hand, a smile creeping onto her lips as her cheeks turned red.

"It's really... him."

She muttered, "I didn't suffer for nothing. He really did come... hehe, perfect. I'm so happy I can barely breathe right now."

"Though I have to admit, there were still three more years before I could have woken up. But it doesn't matter. Just seeing his face, all grown up again, fills me with so much joy. So, my sister got married to him. Sigh, always stealing what is mine... I can't change that about her.

Regardless, I'm here now. I have a lot to catch up on."

As if on cue, the door to her room opened.

Morgan looked to the side, expecting to see either the maid Ha Joon had sent for or Mordred.

Instead, she saw Artoria, standing just inside the room, next to the closed door. She was dressed in her battle outfit—black leather pants and a dress that trailed behind her.

"Sister," Artoria greeted, her face stern, though her happiness slipped through her act.

"Artoria... You've grown up as well." Morgan smiled. "Father was wrong after all. You look nothing like a man, sister."

"I never wanted to be one."

"But you tried to act like one."

Artoria sighed. "I didn't come here to fight with you, not after you've just woken from a five-year nap. How are you feeling?" Artoria sat down in the nearest chair.

_Silence_

"I feel... oddly fine, as if I was never ill to begin with. Not to mention, the ache in my body is gone. I don't feel it anymore... That man really is something," Morgan said, raising her hand to check her vision.

"I'm glad. My husband told me you were hungry. I've sent a maid to bring you food. I have a lot of questions about what happened in the past, but I'll let you rest a bit."

"The same way he felt..."

"What was that?" Artoria tilted her head to the side.

"Answer me one thing. I thought you said you were never going to get married, that you planned to rule as king until you died. That was your fate. You were so convinced of it, too. What changed?" Morgan's gaze turned cold. "Did you...

fall in love with him?"

Artoria stood up. "It looks like you also have questions you want to ask me. Once you've recovered, we can discuss everything. For now, I must go."

She began to walk away.

"You're still a bad liar," Morgan muttered as she watched her sister leave the room.

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A\\N: I do hope you continue to enjoy this book