Davidian's Holy Grail War

He chuckled, saying that the atmosphere here with Bagst had been rather tense, and he wouldn't have dared to approach so easily. Could it be that she wanted to duel with Caster? Her aura was no joke.

Ritsuka then told Oberon about what had just happened with a smile. Oberon's expression darkened, and he sighed, "This is truly a bold idea that Bagst would come up with. Even the Fairy King Oberon didn't dare to think of it."

However, it is indeed worth considering, since it could help them in the future to overthrow Queen Morgan.

They simply stopped talking about the topic there, but in order to gain his trust, Bagst revealed information about the pursuing force.

Oberon nodded. It was probably true that Bagst wasn't joking, which was a good thing.

However, they still needed to take care of their business first; the Bell-Striking Hall was right next to this terrace. They should resolve this matter before the ball ended, especially since Artoria was keeping those two key figures occupied.

“That’s true. With so many things happening all of a sudden, I can’t really be nervous. Let’s go, Fujimaru Ritsuka! Let’s ring the third bell!”

Caster took a deep breath and led the way, with Oberon silently following at the back. His expression was subtle, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

[This idea of ​​relocating is truly astonishing, quite arrogant indeed, Bagstaff. They've clearly set fire to the Welsh forests.]

Chapter 392: Chatting

David poured black tea for the two seated people before serving himself. The atmosphere was indeed a bit intimidating, but he couldn't back down at a time like this.

The strong savor the tea! The weak drown! There is no reason to back down at this moment!

Morgan elegantly picked up her black tea and tasted it. Surprisingly, she showed a relieved expression at that moment. With no one else around, she calmed down.

"Artoria Pendragon... the Holy Sword Knight of Pan-Human History, and also Morgan's enemy. Seeing her in person now, even I can't help but sigh. Even if it was brief, the ideal king truly existed."

Her first words were words of praise, which surprised Davidian, who was astonished by her current demeanor. It was completely different from how she had acted outside, but after a moment's thought, Davidian understood.

She was not Morgan from the pan-human history, and now, facing Artoria, a special being, her former nature resurfaced.

Ultimately, she was never a bad person; it was just that her fairy nature and the things she had experienced led her down this path.

"You flatter me by calling me the King of Ideals. On the contrary, I originally thought I would see a rare and wicked woman here. But now that I see you, I understand that it's not that you don't want to, but that you can't."

The external environment didn't give you the opportunity to walk the path you desired, so you became the cruel and terrifying Queen of Winter you are today.

Artoria sipped her tea with a smile. The atmosphere wasn't as tense as others had imagined. On the contrary, it was quite pleasant, and even Davian was no longer worried about what would happen next.

"If you don't mind, why not tell me about what happened in the past? You don't need to hide anything from me anymore, do you?"

Artoria smiled and steered the conversation back to the past, which surprised Morgan, but she then smiled and began to recount the events of the past.

The Rain Clan's happy childhood, receiving the memories of the Pan-human Smogen, then escaping, and traveling throughout Britain as the savior Ash until the destruction of Lentinium.

After that, she reigned as the Queen of Winter over all of Britain, established the Fairy Kingdom, and together with Davian, pushed everything forward to this point.

Looking back, it was such a long time, so long that she couldn't even remember some of the details. Although she herself didn't leave Camelot much, it was Davidian who was always out doing fieldwork.

But Artoria's expression turned strange; the more she listened to Morgan's past, the more outrageous it seemed. Was this a replica of her own past?

"Davian, are you sure she's Morgan from the Lostbelt and not me from the Lostbelt?" she couldn't help but ask Davidan, who looked surprised and asked her what she meant.

"Think about it: a happy childhood, traveling through Britain and protecting her, and then encountering an unimaginable catastrophe. Isn't this the struggle you and I have been fighting? Wasn't it the same for us in our previous lives?"

After Artoria said this, Davian also showed a surprised expression. Yes, it's so similar. That time, just like this moment.

Isn't this the same as pan-human history? A happy childhood determined her reason for fighting, and afterwards it was also about traveling and fighting, and they built the chalk city of Camelot.

And in the end, there was unimaginable destruction: the death of David, the annihilation of the First Legion, the Battle of Camlann, and the death of Artoria.

The only difference is that Morgan here survived such a devastating experience and chose to rise up, even though she knew many things were wrong, she still continued to do them, all for the sake of the Britain she wanted.

The resemblance between the two was so striking that David, who was previously involved in the situation, had never imagined it. Now, Artoria had enlightened him; this truly was a replica of Britain in the pan-human history.

"It's hard to imagine... that after all these long years, we've discovered that we haven't actually escaped this cycle at all."

The invasions of alien races turned into periodic calamities, the barren islands became gatherings of the dead, and the people tormented by the islands transformed into goblins capable of rampaging at any moment.

Davidian couldn't help but sigh that this was fate, a destiny that no one born in Britain, whether hero or witch, could escape; no one could get away from it.

"This past experience has made me fully understand that although we are incompatible, you and I can only deny each other."

But since you returned from the end, you have protected Britain, and I should also pay you my respect. Even if others cannot understand, you loved Britain more deeply than anyone else, not even me.

With an absolutely calm expression, Artoria raised her teacup to Morgan as a sign of respect, her words making themselves perfectly clear.

Morgan raised her teacup in return with the same respect. She had once wanted to walk the ideal path but failed. The person before her was the end of the path she had once walked.

“That’s right, we are incompatible and can only negate each other. But I also give you my respect, King of Ideals, a being worthy of Lord Camelot’s lifelong loyalty and entrustment of his life.”

Artoria caught a hint of jealousy in her words, which made her laugh. She hadn't expected this person to have such an adorable side.

Thinking of this, she looked directly at David Ann beside her. David Ann wisely chose to play the ostrich and continue drinking his tea.

Morgan's true nature remains that of the little witch of the Rain Clan, a fact he has always been well aware of, though he never says it aloud.

Seeing that Davian chose to play dead at this moment, Artoria smiled and said to Morgan, "Isn't he truly devoted to you? I don't think so. He was even willing to draw his sword against me for you."

Hearing this, Morgan froze, then turned sharply to look at David. David continued to play dead, refusing to speak; he dared not utter a word now.

"His affection for you is no joke; he just prefers to act rather than talk about it. Davidian has always been like that."

Queen Morgan le Fay, your wishes are not wrong; what is wrong is your path.

David understands all of this, yet he's still willing to fight for you until this moment; his feelings need no further explanation.

Morgan felt a sense of relief at that moment; she finally understood her place in David's heart. David had already placed her there; in his heart, she was no less important than Artoria.

However, Davidian was not good with words and didn't express himself clearly. This led to some misunderstandings for Morgan, but now, with Artoria's explanation, she finally understood.

So she gave David a big kiss right in front of Artoria, causing Artoria to choke on her tea.

Is Morgan from Lostbelt really this bold and unrestrained? This is even more outrageous than her sister's!

Chapter 393 Sophistry

So, in the end, I was the one left behind? That's hard to believe. I shouldn't have just been a bystander.

This time, Morgan's voice wasn't just heard by David and Morgan; Artoria heard it too.

She was too lazy to complain; sure enough, he kept pestering David.

With her personality, her sister would never let Davian go. If it weren't for her help, Morgan in the Lostbelt would never have been able to summon Davian.

"Hearing your voice, I don't even know what to say. All I can say is that no matter how many years pass, you are still the same as before."

Artoria could only give such an answer. Unlike Morgan from Lostbelt, the memories that this person from Pan-Human History brought to her and Davian were simply too terrible.

If it weren't for their blood ties and complicated past, Artoria probably would have actually stabbed her.

[My sister, I'm surprised you seem to have a high opinion of me in the Lostbelt. This saddens me, considering we're blood relatives, aren't we?]

Her tone carried a feigned sadness, but both Davidian and Artoria knew it was an act. Lancelot had learned this the hard way before, getting tricked badly.

If Morgan from Lostbelt is a little witch, then this one from Pan-Human History is definitely a great witch.

It's no joke that David Ann was ultimately betrayed by her so badly, and Camelot's eventual breakdown was entirely Morgan's doing.

Among everyone present, who could outmaneuver her in terms of cunning? She completely ruined David's life.

"Although we are blood relatives, there are so many things you have done to trip us up that I can't even remember them all. David's life... shouldn't have been like that."

Artoria lamented their past, yet even then she remained remarkably virtuous.

She wasn't angry about her own situation, but saddened by David's past. His life shouldn't have been so chaotic; it should have been better than hers.

[It's just the fate of a hero. If he had a happy and fulfilling life, he would have been just another incompetent king... like Lothar, merely leaving his name in history and that would have been the end of his story. Besides, if we're really going to talk about it, I haven't actually done that much, have I?]

Morgan, with his pan-human history, began to offer random sophistry, much to Artoria's annoyance. She was no match for Morgan in verbal sparring; her personality leaned more towards honesty and straightforwardness.

This time, however, Davidian broke his silence and said in a deep voice, "Don't keep making things difficult for her. It's all in the past. It's enough that you and I understand what's going on between us."

His tone was firm, a rare display of his attitude towards Morgan, the author of Pan-Human History. This time, she chose to comply and said nothing more.

Artoria was quite surprised by this fact. Could it be that Davian had actually been the one with the upper hand all along?

"Let's get back to the Lostbelt, Morgan le Fay. I'm sure you're well aware of the current situation, and I have no choice but to stand firm on this point. I'm here to help the Pan-Human History and to bring Davian's mission to a close."

Morgan took a sip of her red tea and then began to talk about the current situation. The lords in various places had ulterior motives and probably wouldn't be of any help to her career. The naive Noknare also wanted to raise an army to make her abdicate and take her place. Chaldea and Castor were also gathering strength.

It seemed that her fairy kingdom was on the verge of collapse, but she was always very clear that she held an invincible trump card.

It's just not the right time yet; she wants to wait until all the rebellious forces have emerged before wiping them out in one fell swoop.

It's true that Davidian is hiding something, and so is she. To her, the current situation is nothing more than a minor ailment.

Seeing her composed expression, Artoria understood just how powerful her trump card was. At that moment, she could only sigh helplessly, wishing Merlin were here.

He's a master at dealing with Morgan, but unfortunately Morgan knows exactly who he should deal with first, since Merlin can't even get into this Lostbelt.

Similarly, Artoria was also very curious about what kind of trump card David had in his hand, as Morgan had just mentioned.

Like Morgan, she was someone who knew Davidan inside and out. The Holy Sword, the Legion, and the Light of Miracles—this must be Davidan's main reliance. What else could he possibly have?

However, David Ann responded with a subtle smile, simply saying that he did indeed hold an unimaginable trump card.

However, that power cannot be used against the Chaldea people; it is a power that can only be used to fight against a crisis that could destroy the world.

Hearing David's explanation, Artoria was relieved.

He never joked or lied about this, and Artoria liked that about him very much. Compared to Lancelot or Tristan, Davian's composure was like a rock.

"Understood, then attack with all your might. I will fight against you, which is quite interesting. In the battle between King Arthur and the Queen of Winter, Lord Camelot actually served as the Queen of Winter's vanguard. It seems that this time, it will be difficult for me to maintain my undefeated myth."