Davidian's Holy Grail War

However, it's less of a dream and more of a memory of the past.

In the Great Cathedral of Salisbury, at the orphanage, it was his birthday. On that day he received the Spear of Choice, and on that same day, the Mirror Clan was destroyed.

And it was on that day that he saw Melyuchina weeping in the rain. That day was the day his beloved died in despair because of what she loved most.

"Oh! Lord Percival! Are you awake?" The Round Table soldier responsible for taking care of him exclaimed the moment he entered, and Percival smiled, got up, dressed, and told him that he was alright.

He also asked how long he had slept so far, and the answer was exactly one whole night. The attendant also told him that they had won a great victory in the previous battle, and that Lentinium was now overflowing with people.

While I was away, someone capable took over command.

Percival smiled, picked up the chosen spear, and happily walked out. It must be that blonde beauty on the white horse. He had felt a surge of excitement the moment he saw her; she must be a very powerful figure in the history of humankind.

When he reached the square, people were having breakfast and working. Even Percival's eyes widened in astonishment. How could there be so many people? Too many! More than double the number before!

"Oh? Lord Percival? Are you fully awake now?" The blonde woman greeted Percival with a smile, and Percival blushed at that moment.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a beautiful person. In this fairy kingdom, there was practically no one as beautiful as her.

Everyone else, however, was stunned, staring at Percival's hair, which had turned black. Could using the Chosen Spear really cause this? It was hard to understand!

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine now. I've heard about what happened after I fainted from the members of the Round Table Army. There was no unnecessary delay or killing in the battle, thank you all."

I'm glad the Round Table Army's ideals have resonated with everyone. This should pave the way for reconciliation with the Fang Clan.

He then smiled happily and asked the blond man in front of him for his real name.

When he learned that the person in front of him was none other than King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon, a figure of immense fame in human history, he was so astonished that he could hardly speak.

"It's hard to believe this is King Arthur? Of course, no one but such a man could be worthy of such a reputation. I was too naive before. From now on, please lead the Round Table Army! You are the most suitable person for this moment!"

At this point, he once again chose to step down, and Artoria did not make the usual excuses. Instead, she readily accepted the actual command of the Round Table, only on the condition that Percival remain the nominal leader.

"Lord Percival, I can offer you advice and fight for you. But the trust you command in their hearts is not something I, as a newcomer, can cultivate immediately. Sometimes, certain things require a high degree of trust, do you understand?"

Artoria explained her reasons, and Lord Percival reluctantly accepted the proposal. In his opinion, it would be far better for someone of such high moral character and strength to become the new leader than for him to continue as the leader of the Round Table.

"Alright, now that Lord Percival is awake, let's convene a war council. News has already come from our spies in Manchester and Oxford this morning."

Bagst has rallied the remaining members of the Tooth Clan and, together with David, is leading the army back to Lentinium. Every second counts; we cannot afford to waste any!

Artoria, of course, wouldn't waste this precious time. She immediately summoned everyone to the operations command center. Davian had come with overwhelming force and far more resources than her. Moreover, compared to Woodworth, Davian was a steady and methodical military leader who wouldn't give others many opportunities.

"In this battle, the Round Table suffered losses of up to 20%. But the reinforcements that have come in now far exceed that loss."

However, they still need a period of war to hone their skills and become qualified soldiers. Currently, this process takes about 7 days.

I will be fighting a siege against David here. You should take advantage of this time I've created to hurry to various places and ring the pilgrimage bells.

The lords in various regions should now have completely sided with you and would no longer dare to obstruct your actions.

Artoria's plan was largely as described, and no one denied it. After finalizing the plan, Artoria further elaborated:

"But don't let your guard down. David will stay here to fight me in the siege because I'm here, but there will definitely be others who continue to hunt you down."

This is no joke. The essence of this plan is simply a trade of cards; how far it can go depends on your actions.

She made the essence of the matter clear: it was true that her presence here could divert most of David's attention.

Because David would instinctively disbelieve that anyone else could fight Artoria here, but he still had plenty of resources at his disposal. Even if David stayed here, he could send others to continue pursuing Ritsuka and the others.

“Miss Noknare, please return to Edinburgh in the north. Your arrival has already been of great help to us. What we do next depends on your considerations as the Queen of the North.”

Noknae nodded in acceptance of her suggestion; after all, a section of Camelot's protective barrier had collapsed. By the time she returned, the Giant Legion should have been fully assembled, and it was time to prepare for the advance on Camelot.

The grand plan, which originated from the previous royal family, can finally continue. Morgan's rule is now finally showing signs of collapse.

"By the way, you did a fantastic job this time, Caster. You actually managed to defeat Woodworth and Bogzat, who are far more troublesome than the Fairy Knights, and the clan chief of the Fang Clan who even defeated King Moss. Now you're worthy of being my opponent, Caster!"

Having said that, she left the operations room. After all, she didn't belong to the Round Table Army; her trip was unauthorized. And thankfully, she had achieved such a high level of success; otherwise, she would have been grounded by the elders upon her return.

"Now that we've decided on the general direction, it's time for concrete implementation. Everyone, I made a trip to Gloucester last night, and Murray has agreed to let us ring the pilgrimage bell in Gloucester that belongs to the Winged Clan."

Oberon then shared this good news, and everyone immediately cheered. This was great news for them; with the ringing of the third bell, Caster's strength would receive another significant boost.

Chapter 387 Fairy Ball

He then pulled out two invitations and showed them off to everyone; these were invitations to the Fairy Ball given to him by Miu Ruien.

While holding a dance at this time is certainly for a purpose, it's probably also a cover-up for them, which is a good thing.

"Speaking of which, Percival, are you really alright?" Ritsuka couldn't hold back any longer. He felt something was wrong with Percival's half-black, half-white hair.

"Don't worry, although half of your hair color has changed, nothing else has changed, so please rest assured. Isn't this fashionable look pretty good?"

Actually, I quite admire the Earl's outfit, so I'm actually a little happy about the change in hair color.

His somewhat childish words surprised those around him, and Percival, noticing their strange looks, felt embarrassed.

He could only explain, somewhat embarrassed, that he had accidentally spoken the truth, and that such childish words were truly shameful; he was really embarrassed.

But Artoria smiled and comforted him: "No, don't worry about it, Lord Percival. Lord David was like that when he was alive. Whenever his black and white hair was mentioned, he would laugh and joke that it was very good-looking and handsome."

"So such a thing exists?! I've learned something new." Lord Percival was no longer shy; even Lord Camelot was teasing him like this. So what did he have to be shy about?

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Since the great fairy of Gloucester has sent an invitation, there's no reason not to go. Gareth, tell us what you think of the fairy ball."

Artoria posed the question to Gareth, who replied that it was a banquet that all the fairies of Britain longed for, and that only the illustrious fairies, headed by the clan chiefs, would be invited.

It was a little dance party where they talked and praised each other.

"Foods you've never tasted before, scenery you've never seen before, music and dance you've never heard before, and the selection of the most dazzling fairy of the year—it's the pinnacle of social life. There's no fairy in the world who doesn't yearn for a fairy ball, wouldn't you agree, Lord Caster!"

Gareth finally passed the ball to Caster, but Caster's expression was rather strange. Did she yearn for that kind of ball? Would she?

"Speaking of which, the most crucial point is, if we continue down this topic, are we going to go to one? But I don't have any good memories of fairy balls at all..."

Now, recalling those past events, she felt so embarrassed she wanted to pick her toes. It was so embarrassing, just too embarrassing. Every time she thought about those things, her face turned bright red, and she wished she could bury herself in the ground.

“After all, this is an opportunity to ring the bell, we have to go. Oberon, do you know who else will be attending?” Ritsuka asked Oberon for details about the fairy ball, and Oberon was clearly prepared for this as well.

"It's become a regular occurrence for the patriarchs of Gloucester to hold balls, not to mention the long-standing fairy balls."

All three fairy knights might attend, and given the special circumstances this year, even David and Morgan themselves might participate in the ball. This is something we absolutely cannot take lightly.

Upon hearing this, the others' eyes widened. Attending this ball might mean facing off against David and Morgan again—the prospect was far too exciting.

Upon hearing this, Artoria's expression suddenly hardened, and her eyes flashed like daggers.

Everyone else started to worry now; she wouldn't be thinking of...

"In that case, why not go there yourself? Oberon, I've heard that Gloucester has its own special rules, haven't you?"

Oberon nodded, but then immediately added that if Morgan really arrived, then even if Gloucester had its own rules, it wouldn't matter.

If Morgan gets serious, he'll probably crush Murray's rules in no time.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as he’s here, there won’t be a fight. I also happen to want to meet Morgan here and see what the difference is between her and her sister.”

Artoria wasn't acting out of some kind of mischievous urge, but simply out of curiosity. After all, this was a Lostbelt, and the Winter Queen had ruled over all of Britain for over two thousand years—what kind of person could she be?

Of course, it wouldn't matter if she didn't come. Artoria could just consider it a chance to see what a ball would be like after fairies formed a society, and broaden her horizons.

Such a thing was unheard of in Britain. Wherever the First Legion went, the good fairies fled back to the Inner Sea, and the bad fairies were killed on the spot. How could such a society have formed?

“Alright, in that case, let’s attend the ball openly as guests. All we have to do is slip out of the lifeless ceremony, sneak into the secret room, and ring the pilgrimage bell. Isn’t that one of Castor’s specialties?”

Oberon laughed and teased Caster, while Caster blushed and wailed that it had indeed turned out this way.

"This time, I'll definitely let your weird magic show its talent!" Ritsuka said, suppressing a laugh, and Caster immediately punched her in embarrassment.

The two of them laughed and wrestled together again; they were now the closest of friends.

Artoria smiled at the two, her expression quite satisfied. Did Merlin look at her and Davian like that back then? Speaking of Merlin, where is he? This Lostbelt is so important, why hasn't he made a single move yet?

"Then it's settled? I'll go prepare the carriages right away. After all, the ball is tonight, so let's all work hard and get to Gloucester before nightfall."

Percival smiled and went to prepare for departure, while the others also left. If all the fairy knights had been present, then there would certainly have been no battle today.

Perhaps this is the calm before the storm; they can all sense it. After today's ball, everyone will go their separate ways tomorrow to attend to different matters; you could even say this is the final celebration.

But what Ritsuka is more worried about now is Bavanshi. Maybe she'll go back to Camelot, and maybe she'll run into them again at this fairy ball.

If she were to face Caster again, another conflict would be inevitable. If she were to lose again, it would be unimaginable what would happen to Bavanshi's mental state.

Thinking about all this made him somewhat reluctant to attend this so-called fairy ball; it would be troublesome if it caused even bigger trouble.

On the contrary, Ritsuka is not worried at all if Artoria and Morgan really meet. Just as Artoria has confidence in Davian, Ritsuka also believes that as long as Davian is present, the two of them will not fight.

However, verbal sparring is probably unavoidable, but Ritsuka also really wants to hear their conversation.

Castor is still too inexperienced to truly confront Morgan. It's uncertain how Artoria will face Morgan in his current form.

Chapter 388 King versus King

That night, they arrived in Gloucester once more. Percival and Redra Bitt were waiting outside the city, ready to provide cover should anything happen and facilitate their escape.

The rest of the people had already entered the city, and the selection of those to attend the ball had been finalized.

"Let Leonardo da Vinci and I go in with them. The rest of you can wait outside. Don't worry, I don't think there will be any conflict."

Artoria's decision was quite appropriate, and no one else objected. After all, Oberon could sneak in, so there was no need to waste a precious follower slot.

Muramasa, on the other hand, simply felt that his eloquence was inferior to Artoria's, so naturally there was no need for him to go in.