Davidian's Holy Grail War

"The story ends here. So, was it helpful, Caster?" Habertlot smiled, closed the diary, and looked at Caster, whose performance at this moment was, to put it mildly, disappointing.

She kept repeating how amazing and knowledgeable Habeymeow was, and how much she herself had benefited from it.

But when Habertrot got closer, he realized that the guy's eyes were closed. How could this guy pretend to be awake by talking in his sleep?

"Where are the others? Ritsuka? Ritsuka..."

Habert looked at Ritsuka. She had assumed that Ritsuka might have fallen asleep or dozed off because of the boring story, but to her surprise, Ritsuka was wide awake and sweating profusely.

He was now drenched in sweat. To others, this might be a simple creation story. But to him, it was a horrifying... no, a horror story.

[There's definitely something missing here! The real history of 14,000 years was definitely not this peaceful and harmonious! Otherwise, Cornunos wouldn't have become that kind of thing, after all, it's both a curse on all life on the island of Britain and a lid that plugs something.]

[There's definitely something wrong! Absolutely! Damn it! Mr. David An, why can't you just tell us the truth?! Do you have to play the riddle-maker at a time like this?]

[And wait...it sacrificed itself to Cornunus and used what it left behind...what else could it have left behind...animals! Wait, the humans in this Lostbelt don't live past 30, they have no reproductive function, and they're even created...no way? Could that animal be...?]

Ritsuka felt a chill run down his spine. For the first time, he felt so close to the truth. Although he was still missing some information to piece together the whole story, he understood the general outline.

What deity is tired and sleeping? It's probably dead, otherwise why would it be willing to accept that precious "animal" being used in this way?

That's why it curses Britain and those fairies. Its anger is justified. Even though Ritsuka only has a vague understanding now, he still grasps the general outline of the matter, which is simply outrageous.

But now he's starting to wonder: what exactly caused this difference in the history of the Lostbelt to go in this direction? Fourteen thousand years ago... what exactly happened back then?

[Wait...wait wait wait! Fourteen thousand years ago? Something that was said in Olympus, the great war between the Olympian gods and Sephalus, the enemy of the world.]

I remember that was the turning point; if the gods won, it would be the Fifth Lostbelt. If they lost, it would be the human swordsmen who defeated them.

There is no land outside of Britain here, and even this Britain is a fake pieced together from the remains of fairies.

So, in this timeline, Sephalus defeated everything in his way and devoured the entire surface of the planet? Why shouldn't it have been the human wielder of the Holy Sword who defeated him?

So the question is, why couldn't this Lostbelt's holy swordsman defeat Sephalus? Ritsuka thought of this, and his mind really worked incredibly fast this time, quickly coming up with the answer.

"Holy crap, is this for real? Of course you can't beat Sephalus without the Excalibur. Why didn't I think of this sooner? Is it really that absurd? Was that famous Excalibur never forged?"

Wait... then why are there Kaledin and Arondette? Ah... those two accepted the bestowed name; the Holy Sword is merely a manifestation, its essence is something else entirely.

Wait, that's still not right. David Anqing's Dark Sword Moonlight is a genuine holy sword, something he himself once possessed, something that has existed since the beginning of human history.

What exactly is going on? What's the situation with this Lostbelt? What happened in the first place? This is all so strange.

In this short period of time, Ritsuka experienced a terrifying brainstorming session, and he almost single-handedly deduced the truth of the original creation period.

Although there are still some things he hasn't figured out yet, if he gets a little more information, he'll probably be able to deduce the whole truth.

After finishing his frantic thoughts, he finally came to his senses and responded to Habertrot beside him, who was very worried about him. Habertrot breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had recovered.

Although she had no idea what Ritsuka was thinking just now, if she did know, she would probably sigh – as expected of the last Master of humanity.

"Well, it's really not easy for you to stay awake until now. Patience is an essential quality of a good husband!"

"No, no, the story you told is really insightful," Ritsuka replied with a smile, though this was a deliberate attempt to avoid the real issue. After all, he felt that being a husband was still a long way off for him.

Let's live until then first.

Chapter 400 Both sides

"Well, what Ritsuka-kun said is true. The ancestors of the six clans go without saying, but it's also surprising that the giant beast god Kornunus actually existed. By the way, what do you think the animal on its shoulder is?"

Da Vinci already knew what the animal was, but out of childlike mischief, she couldn't help but ask.

"It's a person." Ritsuka also gave his answer, and the others who were still awake agreed with his idea.

"That's what I think too. Gods need spokespeople, and that human was probably a priestess of Cornunus, someone who conveyed the words of the gods to the six fairies, a kind of priestess."

After Da Vinci-chan said that, Ritsuka was so scared that she collapsed.

Indeed, combining the wisdom of many can broaden our horizons. In that case, we can better understand why Cornunos cursed the fairies on the British island.

Not only did they kill gods, but they even used the last priestess as raw material to create humans. Ritsuka put herself in their shoes: she was chopped up, and then Mashu was... well, you know...

Forget it, I guess I'll curse the person who did this for the rest of my life.

"But this really does make up all the elements. In the creation period of Britain, there were gods, priests, and fairies. But now there are no gods or priests, only fairies and humans created by fairies. It seems there must be some inside story. Is this what Morgan is hiding?"

Muramasa had some doubts, but this time no one could answer them.

What Morgan had hidden about history was something only she and Davidian knew; this batch of materials in Camelot's Great Library had long been sealed away.

Even the two of them didn't expect that someone had secretly taken this part of the information out, and now Murray has already bought it.

She hasn't seen it yet, but if she does, she'll probably be close to a mental breakdown.

"Anyway, after entering the Queen's calendar, the divine pronouncements completely disappeared, so that's probably true. However, another question arises: it seems that Cornunus bestowed the land upon the ancestors of the six great clans. Then who prepared the forests in this lake region, the land of the northern fairies?"

Da Vinci asked another question, and Habertrot replied that she knew the answer. Moreover, this was a secret known only to the Mirror Clan, unknown to the fairies of the Queen's Era.

In this lake region, there lies the remains of a certain creature. Even if the entire world were transformed into a lifeless ocean, there would still be something that survived, remaining to eventually become a small forest.

That is the last dragon, Albion on the border. The remains of the dragons that failed to return to the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars are the land of the northern fairies.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Ritsuka was surprised that the dragon had managed to escape Sepharu's clutches and survive, while the others were astonished that such an incredible creature was slumbering in this place—it was unbelievable!

"Alright, that's enough for the bedtime story. Go to sleep, everyone! We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Habertlot returned to her spinning wheel and lay down to sleep, while the others also showed signs of fatigue and prepared to get some rest.

Ritsuka found a suitable place to lie down, but before falling asleep, all he could think about were those damn things. This was just too bizarre and outrageous; he wouldn't have even dreamed of such a thing a day ago.

Meanwhile, outside the city of Lentinium, Davidian was gazing at the battered city walls in the distance. They had fought all day, and both the attackers and defenders were under immense pressure.

Davidian didn't make a move, and neither did Artoria.

It's not that David was unwilling to brave the rain of arrows to launch a direct assault on the city walls or gates, but rather that he had only been directing the battle because it would be useless for him to act unless His Majesty intervened.

At this moment, he could somewhat understand the pressure Mordred had felt back then; if he went up and couldn't win, it would be troublesome.

Therefore, they can only rely on their numerical and material advantages to continuously suppress the enemy. When the people inside can no longer hold out, the city will naturally fall and everyone will perish.

At this moment, he wasn't worried about Lentinium in front of him, but rather the pursuing forces. Bagst had already lost once, and he wasn't sure how much pressure he could still put on Ritsuka and the others.

As for Meliuchina... well, there's really no way to expect that girl to do a good job, especially since she and I don't get along.

I'm not sure how effective the orders I give her will be. Most likely, she'll just slack off, go out for a bit, and then come right back. That's about it.

It was only at times like this that Davidian had to admit he was really short-handed, but every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

I never had this thought back in the Sixth Singularity. It didn't matter whether Gawain or Lancelot betrayed me or lost.

However, the fact that he now laments having no one to rely on truly reflects a change in his mindset.

"Down with me, and down with Morgan—it's hard to say, but even harder to do. Just how far can you go? It's truly astounding."

As he pondered these thoughts, he went to the walls of Lentinium. The moment he looked up, he saw the King watching him.

The two remained steadfast in their mutual gazing, neither knowing where their fates would lead. As players in the game, they seemed destined to simply follow their roles and race headlong into the unknown.

Percival stood beside Artoria, a scene that had occurred many times throughout human history. But in this Lostbelt, it remained a novel experience for Percival to this day.

He was also praised by Artoria on several occasions as being no less capable than that paladin from the pan-human history. Well, it's just that our king has repeatedly warned him never to use the full power of this chosen spear again.

His body had reached its limit; even a single, all-out release would be enough for the chosen spear to take his life. At that point, all would be lost, and no one could save him.

Percival smiled and said he would remember it, but Artoria knew from his expression and demeanor that when the crucial moment came, he would ignore all prohibitions and unleash the Chosen Gun to its fullest potential.

Seeing the two of them gazing at each other from afar, Percival couldn't help but say, "Why don't you go down and say a few words to Lord David? That would surely be a comfort to him."

However, Artoria simply smiled and shook her head; she didn't need to go down or say anything. She understood Davian's heart, and Davian understood hers. The tacit understanding between them was beyond words; they truly understood each other too well.

“Once we’ve made up our minds, we have to see it through to the end. There’s nothing more to say. This applies to both Panhuman History and Lostbelts, Percival, do you understand?”

Artoria's words struck at Percival's heart, and he could only smile bitterly to himself, realizing that King Arthur had truly seen through him, given his own petty thoughts...

Chapter 401 The Wind of a Lord

"Alright, that's what we discussed last night. Although I'm also very curious about how you managed to answer in your sleep."

Ritsuka teased Caster with a smile, causing Caster to blush uncontrollably. Those around them were speechless; Ritsuka was practically flirting with Caster to the point of exhaustion.

"I'm so sorry~ I'm really sorry, I was just so sleepy. I couldn't help but fall asleep. I'm so sorry, Habeyoo~"

In response to Caster's apology, Habertlot laughed and said it was nothing to worry about. After all, she had said yesterday that the story could be used as a lullaby, so it was normal for her to fall asleep.

What no one expected was that she actually had the ability to answer other people's questions in her sleep; that's what's truly astonishing.

"Mmm~ Thanks to that story, I slept very soundly! It's been a long time since I had such a blurry dream~" That's what she said on the surface, but in fact, her dream last night was the same as before, with the incessant chiming of bells.

And this time it was quite embarrassing; she couldn't see anything. Because the bell wasn't rung, she didn't gain any more knowledge or information, which was frustrating.

"And then, just how powerful is this Albion?" Caster steered the conversation in that direction, feeling that if she continued, she would inevitably be accused of talking in her sleep.

Da Vinci-chan began explaining this with a smile: In the archaeology of pan-human history, it's the name of a prehistoric civilization on the island of Britain. In the world of magic, it's also known as the Dragon of the Age of Gods, the last pure-blooded dragon.

"As for how powerful they are... let's put it this way, Servants... Heroic Spirits are extraordinary beings to humans, both in terms of the soul hierarchy and combat strength. And among these Servants, there are also differences in rank based on the size of their Spirit Origin, with Heroic Spirits being the superhuman among superhumans, and Heroic Spirits among Heroic Spirits."

If we call such beings Grand, then Albion could be considered… a Grand among dragons, right? If Albion existed since the birth of Earth, then it should possess nearly 46 billion years of life history. Unlike gods who were personified through human understanding or discovered through faith, it belongs to the most primitive existence on this planet.

Upon hearing this, Ritsuka couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't Albion a living storybook? It's the story of this Earth!"

But what he was really thinking was that only this kind of being could escape this calamity; that's the story of this planet.

"You could say that. But even so, humanity won't lose to it, you know? After all, humanity has analyzed, learned, and developed the accumulated life knowledge of 46 billion years in just a few hundred thousand years. As a single life form, it may not be able to defeat it, but when it comes to the victory of a species, nothing can beat humanity. The most advanced life form on Earth! That title is not given lightly!"