Davidian's Holy Grail War

Artoria's expression returned to her war goddess persona. Although she had won her entire life but lost to Britain, let's see if she won or not! She was never the kind of person to give up easily.

"I just didn't expect you to be unable to activate the Light of Miracles. Have you been neglecting your training or becoming complacent in Britain? It's unbelievable that you've fallen to such a state."

Artoria also started teasing Davian about his sore spot. As King Arthur, how could she not know why Davian couldn't activate the Miracle Light now? But it was a rare opportunity, and not making some jokes would be a lifelong regret.

"Stop talking, stop talking... I know I was wrong."

David covered his face, feeling genuinely ashamed. After all, Miracle Light was his signature skill, and it was truly embarrassing to be reduced to this state where he couldn't even activate it.

Thankfully, it's our King in front of us. If Gilgamesh were here, he'd probably be laughing so hard his abs would hurt.

Morgan sighed and took the blame, admitting that she hadn't handled the situation well. If she had expressed herself differently from the beginning, she wouldn't have planted such a thorn in David's heart.

If she had simply expressed her meaning clearly and stated her request properly, given Davidian's personality, there would have been no way she would have refused her.

However, because I was in a state of extreme discouragement at the time, I messed things up.

As a result, Davidian's strength is stuck at its limit, unable to break through to the next level, which is her own problem.

Just then, the pilgrimage bell rang. Upon hearing the bell, Artoria's face showed a rare expression of sadness.

The tolling of the bell had already brought the past events to her ears, and coupled with the fact that she couldn't use the Holy Sword in this Lostbelt...

She already guessed what had happened in the first place. Sure enough, fairies are prone to causing trouble.

Chapter 394 Frankness

“But Murray is really bold. Even though you’re here, he still dares to open the Bell-Striking Hall and let Caster ring the bell.”

David couldn't help but laugh too; these fairies were all like that. In short, they were the kind of people who would eat their fill and then curse the cook.

"They're all trivial matters, nothing to worry about."

Morgan took a small sip of his black tea and spoke about the current situation, saying it was only the third cup. This was only halfway through the first pilgrimage, so what was so special about it?

Seeing how easily the two of them were handling the situation, Artoria understood just how difficult Ritsuka and the others' path was. The final battle in Britain would probably be quite arduous, but that was something that couldn't be changed.

"Then I shall leave as well. This is probably the last night we will spend together peacefully. From now on, we will only have each other's positions of mutual denial."

Artoria stood up, and Morgan didn't stop her. Let her go; after all, he was a man of principle. There was no need to fight the King of Ideals here; that would be foolish.

“Farewell, my king. May this journey end well for both of us.” David bowed to her, a gesture that prompted Morgan to secretly kick him under the table.

"Davian, just do what you have to do." After saying these words, Artoria left the reception room; she also had her own things to do now.

Davidian also got up and returned to Camelot with Morgan; the matter here was over. If Artoria hadn't come, they would have already returned to Camelot.

As soon as Morgan returned to Camelot's bedroom, she pounced on Davidian. At that moment, her passion could melt even steel, and Davidian, under her flames, was like ice slowly melting away.

"What's wrong? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?" he asked during a brief pause, but Morgan did not answer.

Davidian didn't ask any more questions; he probably understood why Morgan was so enthusiastic. She had gotten the answer from Artoria, which filled the void in her heart.

So Davidian responded with all his passion. Since there wasn't much time left until the end, why not unleash his wild side for this moment?

Let's set aside the two who are already locked in fierce combat for now and turn our attention back to Gloucester.

Artoria had already returned to the group. Worried that some of them might not have left, she had deliberately circled the ballroom several times. She only came out after confirming everything was in order, which caused the slight delay.

Seeing that Artoria was safe and sound, Oberon smiled and said to everyone, "Aha~ Even Artoria came out, so it seems she didn't encounter any trouble. That's great~ Let's leave Gloucester, Percival is still waiting for us."

After saying this, he raised his hand, revealing a bag of carrots and other small gifts. These were a consolation prize for Redra Bitt, a guy with a very innocent heart.

After making him wait so long, it's only right to give him a gift to soothe his frustration.

"Not bad, quite considerate. If only someone could learn from Oberon's thoughtfulness towards others." Muramasa took the opportunity to tease Caster, but this time Caster didn't even show any shame.

She simply raised the Staff of Selection in her hand silently, as if preparing to smash Muramasa's head with it.

Startled, Ritsuka quickly stepped between the two. At that moment, Da Vinci suggested that since it was a gift-giving occasion, shouldn't they go check on the fairies who had given gifts to Castor last time?

After all, Castor is already in this state, so no one would doubt that he is the Child of Prophecy.

"Huh? Go see the fairies from back then?" Caster was stunned. Ritsuka immediately came out to help him out when she saw his expression.

"It's already so late. Let's meet with them again another time to thank them. Anyway, as long as we're still in Gloucester, we can meet whenever we want."

Hearing Ritsuka's words, Caster went along with it, saying that he was currently empty-handed. It wouldn't be appropriate to go like this; he should wait until next time to visit them with many gifts.

"Alright~ then time is money, we still need to discuss our future strategy!" Oberon urged everyone to leave quickly, but Ritsuka wasn't so easily fooled this time.

He deliberately slowed his pace, then, while Habertrot and Gareth distracted Caster, he moved to the very back of the group. Oberon always did this; he always slowed down and stayed at the very back.

"Hmm? What are you doing here, Ritsuka~ Did you forget something? Or are you thinking of buying some Fairy Brand black tea?"

As Oberon watched Ritsuka come to his side and say some nonsensical things, he could actually guess what Ritsuka wanted to say.

"It wasn't just a special summoning circle; they even went to Edinburgh in the north and persuaded Noknare to come day and night to carry out joint operations."

"This all happened so fast! That's Morgan's magic circle, not to mention it's been two thousand years. How did you manage to repair and extract it so quickly all by yourself?"

Ritsuka's serious expression made Oberon realize that this time, he couldn't just make up a lie and let the matter drop like he usually did.

He had to tell the truth today, or he would lose the trust he had worked so hard to build with Ritsuka.

So he gave a helpless look and began to explain: "Your sense of danger is indeed very sharp, and your intuition is very accurate. Or is it because you've experienced so much that you instinctively suspect everyone around you?"

Okay, there's no point in keeping this from you, and you've probably already figured it out, so I'll just tell you straight.

I asked Koyanskaya for help. Although I was the one who found the summoning circle, she was actually the one who did the crossing of the sea before that and the repair and extraction afterward.

Although she was a terrifying monster, she was also a formidable obstacle, on par with Morgan.

Ritsuka could only sigh. He said that Koyanskaya was now like poison mixed with honey; the more useful she was, the harder it was to get rid of her. After all, he had already seen a living example; the new director had been terribly tricked.

"Yes, that makes sense. But since I'm the one using it, not you, it doesn't matter. That magic circle is ultimately just for summoning, and I'm the one who pays the price."

That's enough. You don't need to get any more entangled with her. And as I suspected, with King Arthur's help, we did indeed defeat Woodworth.

Percival was indeed an excellent warrior, but he often mistakenly believed that others were as capable as him. It was precisely because he deeply loved the members of the Round Table that he overestimated their abilities.

This wouldn't have been a problem in the past; it was a good thing. While it was a weakness of Percival's, it was also an advantage of the Round Table Army.

But this time it won't work. Facing the combined forces of Bogzart and Woodworth, and even with Davian's support, such a Round Table army would only be a death sentence. Therefore, we must obtain a powerful force that no one can predict.

Therefore, I could only undertake this clandestine work, a kind of extraordinary support that didn't exist in the Fairy Kingdom and that none of the three of them could have imagined.

Chapter 395 Departure to Orkney

Oberon spoke at a rare length, which gave Ritsuka a headache. All he could say was, "And what will the price be?"

After all, Koyanskaya was the woman who had ruined the new director's entire fortune, so he was somewhat interested in hearing what price Oberon had paid.

"Don't worry about that. I happen to know exactly where what she's been wanting is. And in return for telling her that location, I had her repair and extract the magic circle that Morgan used to summon David a thousand years ago."

Surprisingly, they actually succeeded in summoning King Arthur, who then defeated two powerful goblins and pierced through David's heart.

Oberon hadn't expected the effect to be this good; Artoria had secured a triple kill in a different way.

To be honest, if David hadn't lost his temper, things would have been very difficult for them. David was genuinely prepared to kill everyone present that day; he wasn't joking.

"Overwhelm Bogzat and Woodworth with sheer force, and win over Davidian with psychological warfare... To be honest, this scheme is truly despicable and shameless, even I find it disgusting. However, if bearing a stigma can improve the situation, I won't hesitate."

His words at this moment were all spoken from a perspective of genuine concern for Ritsuka, which put Ritsuka in a difficult position. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't been able to think that far ahead, but now, upon reflection, he understood that things were indeed as Oberon had described—truly despicable.

Oberon gave a self-deprecating smile and said:

"Wait until everything is over before you condemn me; you can do it yourself. That's why you're asking me now, isn't it? Because you could have remained silent, but as a friend, you can't just stand by and do nothing."

Ritsuka fell into a brief silence, then gently punched Oberon in the chest with his fist and said:

"If you're still around at the last minute, then we can talk about these things. For now, let's focus on taking down Morgan; that's no easy task."

Upon hearing his words, Oberon laughed along, his smile as radiant as the warm spring sun.

"Of course, I did everything I could to help you defeat Morgan. Although I might be called despicable, I had to do it for your future and for Castor's future."

The two of them put their arms around each other again and walked forward. Ritsuka now felt like she was colluding with the "dark forces".

But never mind, after all, Oberon is still Oberon. If it really comes to the very end... then I'll just do it myself...

These two seemingly good buddies walked straight to the front of the line, and everyone else laughed at their close relationship.

Meanwhile, Morgan, whom they wanted to defeat, was enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking in Davidian's arms. Her face was flushed, and she was incredibly delicate. Davidian, on the other hand, was completely drained and exhausted.

"Half of the six bells have been rung; only the one belonging to the Orkney, Oxford, and Mirror Clan remains. The day of the final battle is not far off."

Morgan was telling these things, but she knew all about them. She also had trump cards that the rebels were completely unaware of. However, no one knew whether she could win with a 100% certainty.

"The Mirror Clan's bell is right beside them, but Chaldea is unaware of it. They'll head straight to Orkney to ring the fourth bell, and then the fifth bell at Oxford. As for whether the sixth bell will ring... let them be."

Davidan could easily predict their direction, and Artoria probably could as well. It was very easy, but as long as Artoria was there, Davidan would be tied down there.

He was really worried about Melyuchina and Bagst, because Percival was still in Lentinium, so Melyuchina couldn't possibly use her full strength against them.

It would be better to send her to hunt down Chaldea and the Prophet; that might actually be more effective.

As for Bagst... someone who has already lost once will probably find it difficult to defeat the Chaldeans again, unless Bagst loses his rationality and becomes the embodiment of complete calamity, but that would be a loss, or even a huge loss.

It was only at this point that Davidan realized he had no one left to rely on; the appearance of Artoria had completely shut down his options.

"It doesn't matter, in the end it will always be a direct display of violence between the two sides. They will eventually have to come to Camelot and face the Winter Queen Morgan le Fay at full power. If they can't win, then everything is just empty talk."

Morgan was confident in herself, though not entirely certain. But she would fight with all her might to the very end, and even if she did leave something behind for those people, it wasn't time to give up easily.