Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Oh right, I made an appointment beforehand. Your Majesty Queen Noknare of the North, I am going there tomorrow. Be prepared—Respectfully yours, Benma. I sent a letter with this content."

The reply came very politely: "I will receive the prophesied child—the Queen—with royal courtesy. Oh dear, I thought all the northern fairies were rude; it turns out Queen Noknare is truly a reasonable and excellent person."

Redra's explanation made Caster incredibly embarrassed. Thinking back on her actions just now... if she could, she could dig a three-bedroom, two-living-room house out of the ground with her toes right now.

[The savage fairy is actually myself!]

"Yes, you're absolutely right! That's a rare opportunity, so let's accept the invitation." She could only give this dejected reply. Having received her affirmation, the giant guarding her turned and led the way, allowing everyone to safely reach Noknare's location.

Meanwhile, Noknare received intelligence that Caster and his group had actually accepted her invitation and hadn't chosen to attack. This was terrible; she had a small squad stationed in the main camp!

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! Get out of here now!" She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. It was completely unexpected that Custer could be so obedient.

And her subordinates were still reminding her, "Is this a good idea?" Noknare had just said something like, "I'm going to use my power to teach that prophetic child, who must be so smug after ringing the six bells, a good lesson!"

Something like that, so are we just going to let their whole squad retreat now?

"The plan has changed! They came with good intentions, but I've deployed a small team to be on high alert? Wouldn't that be beneath my dignity?"

After joking around with her subordinates for a while, Noknare quickly cleared the area before Caster and his group arrived.

Upon seeing Custer enter, she said cheerfully, "It's quite something that you dare to come in so openly, Custer. You're much more confident, bold, and polite than before."

This slight pause was because, after Caster got completely close, Noknare could see her expression clearly.

Even Noknare felt sad for her, as if the girl had suffered a lot of blows and hardships during this period.

"Don't pretend to be so calm, Noknare! I just heard you talking to the soldiers." Caster retorted nonchalantly, but Noknare was no longer bothered by that.

Noknare suddenly didn't want to argue with her about this anymore. She first pointed to the people who were there with you and then said, "Hmm? Let's ignore Oberon for now. Isn't that little girl here? And who is this lady in armor? She's really a reliable person."

Ritsuka had no choice but to answer the question for Caster again, and Noknare could only sigh after hearing about the attack on Lentinium.

"Revenge can wait until later, but we must not forget about this matter. For now, we can only focus on defeating Morgan."

Noknae, like a mature king, had discerned the priorities. Now that they were at the gates of Camelot, the most urgent task was to defeat Morgan and David. As for the war of revenge, that could wait.

"I know the red-haired one. Now, could the blonde lady and the blue-haired gentleman please introduce yourselves? I have a good first impression of you both, and I hope our relationship can continue at a good level."

At Noknare's request, Gareth and Grimm each gave a respectable self-introduction. Noknare hadn't expected these two to have such special identities—Gareth from the Pan-Human History and Grimm, the magic teacher of the savior Ash? That was truly interesting.

Chapter 430 Princess

"Alright, let's get back to the current matter, which is the war with Morgan. When you rang the fourth bell in Orkney, Morgan had already asked the royal clan to eliminate the returning prophesied child."

However, I suppressed this matter; anyway, war with the Queen was inevitable sooner or later. Preparations were already complete, so it didn't matter.

Noknare was completely indifferent to Morgan's orders; since they were going to rebel sooner or later anyway, she might as well pretend she didn't hear them.

“I just didn’t expect you to accomplish what we agreed on in such a short time, Caster, you should remember, right?”

"Having an army, at least ringing two bells, establishes the authority of the prophesied son. But now, I have not only rang two, I have rang both."

The pilgrimage is complete, and my majesty is as you have witnessed. As for the army… the army, bathed in the light of miracles, is ready to march at any time.”

Noknare paused, understanding the first two points. But what was this army bathed in the light of miracles? She had just received intelligence that the Round Table Army had only sent a thousand men this time, far fewer than she had boasted.

But since Castor spoke with such confidence, Noknare chose to believe him for the time being. After all, she knew perfectly well that Castor wasn't the type to lie.

"Alright, since you seem so confident, then my constant competition with you won't have been in vain. And since you've already exceeded your goals, you're certainly qualified to join forces with me. So, what we need to compete for now is something else."

Ritsuka laughed when he heard her words, surprised that Noknare would be so agreeable. As for the other things she wanted to fight for, he had already guessed them.

"After defeating Morgan, there will only be one king. In that case, let's have a contest to see who can take down Morgan first. Only the one who overthrows the old king is qualified to be crowned the new king. Besides, every king has a partner, right? So let's wager a magician from another country. This time, I'm sure I'll beat you!"

Noknare's performance was incredibly menacing, which aroused Castor's desire as well; he didn't care who defeated Morgan first.

But what about entrusting Ritsuka to Noknare?

She absolutely cannot lose!

"I won't take advantage of you! Noknare's army is still in the rear and hasn't arrived yet, so let's finish setting up camp outside Camelot today, and settle the score with you tomorrow. I will never lose this battle!"

Castor's expression was so serious that the others initially thought they had seen King Arthur, but then they realized it was only natural, after all, she had inherited the dragon's blood of that king.

The negotiations between the two sides ended there, and Ritsuka and the others returned to their camp. During this time, Percival had completed the construction of their camp. Tomorrow was the official siege battle; the roles had reversed, and it would now be the Round Table Army attacking Camelot.

After that, Muramasa, Redra, and Grim did what they could, while Ritsuka and the others chose to visit Bagst, since she was the biggest achievement they had made so far.

Upon seeing their arrival, Bagst chose this moment to clarify some things:

"Although I have already switched sides, I will not raise my sword against Lord David and His Majesty Morgan. And since you do not intend for me to trick you into opening the city gates, then my mission ends here."

After saying these words, Bagst chose to wait and see, ultimately upholding her principles as a knight.

Although she chose to side with the prophesied child for the sake of the fairy, she couldn't just ignore the kindness those two masters had shown her in the past.

“It’s alright, we understand, and this is the kind of fight we should be fighting anyway. Bagster, you’ve already helped us a lot and reduced the bloodshed that could have happened in Oxford.”

Ritsuka smiled and comforted her, and Bagst, knowing his good intentions, responded with the same smile.

"But is this really alright? Isn't this a good opportunity for you to redeem yourself?"

When faced with Ritsuka's questioning, Bagst just smiled and said it was okay, she was prepared to go to jail after everything was over.

Whether the Queen wins or they win, it doesn't matter. She has simply followed her heart and the code of chivalry to get to where she is now, so let fate decide the rest.

"I see. So you've already made up your mind? Then I'll keep an eye on Bagst."

However, don't think that's the end of the story. Even if we win, there's still a mountain of things to do.

Because the higher-ranking fairies of Camelot are also afraid of you. If you want them to behave, a glare is the most effective way.

After being teased by Oberon a few times, Bagst admitted in front of everyone that this was the most suitable use for her. After all, she was still quite willing to wield her horns when facing that group of troublemakers.

"But don't you hate me, Oberon the rebel? After all, I burned down your forest."

When asked this by Bagst, Oberon could only helplessly reply that he did indeed hate it.

But now is not the time to talk about these things; they have more important things to do, namely, to defeat Morgan and David. So, they can only put the previous matters aside for the time being.

“Then, leave this to Oberon. We still have things to do, so we must not be careless, Caster, tomorrow is the final battle.”

Meanwhile, inside the city, David and Morgan were listening to the scribe Meldick give a report in the throne room.

The fairy knight Lancelot is already prepared on the city walls, and the Wind Clan Chief Aurora has led her army from Salisbury and will arrive tomorrow to quell the rebellion with His Majesty.

Lord Spriggan, the chieftain of the Earth Clan, has also led his troops into the city. The chieftain of the Winged Clan has refused to convene the assembly; she has sided with the prophesied son and has already revealed her intention to rebel.

Most of the fairy knights who went to various places have returned to Camelot, while some have refused to be summoned, probably harboring rebellious intentions.

"I'd better not let Aurora come, so I'll have a reason to chop her head off later." Davidian said this casually, since her presence would only cause trouble or even lead to rebellion.

"All the fairy knights who did not respond to His Majesty, except for Bagst, have been executed by me. To put the prophesied son and the queen on the scales to weigh their choices is itself a sin."

David's words reassured the high-ranking fairies present. Indeed, they still had the invincible Lord of Camelot. And with the addition of the fairy knight Lancelot, there was absolutely no possibility of Camelot falling.

Listening to the chattering of these high-ranking fairies, Morgan simply said with displeasure:

"Silence, you incompetent fools. I summoned the knights not because I needed their fighting strength, but simply to give them a chance to show their loyalty. No matter what happens, Camelot will not fall. Mere rebels, let me think... they're just a matter of the level of the eighth [Calamity]."

Chapter 431 The Eve of the Decisive Battle

After receiving the Queen's confident reply, the fairy officials withdrew. Once the hall was empty, Morgan calmly said:

"It's just that she's rung all the pilgrimage bells. How pathetic. How many times do she think I've done this? One pilgrimage isn't even close to what I can achieve."

However, Davidian suddenly spoke up, reminding Morgan not to be careless, as this time was different.

A miracle light descended, and it was a miracle light that he found unfamiliar. The light's strength... was probably even greater than his own.

After Davidian explained, Morgan's eyes sharpened even more. He hadn't expected that someone's miraculous insight could surpass Davidian's.

In Morgan's eyes, Davian was practically Britain's last mysterious raider, so how could anyone be stronger than him?

"Oh, by the way, Noknare of the Royal Clan's mirror has reacted. Shall we hear what she has to say?"

Hearing David's words, Morgan laughed and said it was probably a foolish declaration of war. But whatever, let's just listen.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Morgan. I am Noknare, a descendant of the Northern Fairies. First, please allow me to decline your previous request."

"You want me to execute the prophesied son? For I am afraid I cannot do it. He is a close friend of mine, and I apologize for failing to meet Your Majesty's expectations."

The immediate refusal didn't surprise the two still in the throne hall; after all, the troops outside Camelot were no joke. The two sides were now locked in a life-or-death struggle; a fight would suffice.

"However, you never trusted anyone to begin with. I suppose you never had any expectations in the first place. Also, I must congratulate you. Be happy, Your Majesty Morgan."

The time has finally come for you to be freed from the long and heavy responsibility of ruling Britain. A policy of exploiting life through Command Seals and doing nothing in the face of great calamities.

As long as you remain on that throne, Britain has no future. And most importantly, I possess the legitimate royal power inherited from Queen Maebe.

It's time to abdicate, Morgan. Britain cannot be handed over to you. In the name of Nocnarelle, I grant you the freedom to surrender to the current monarchy of Camelot.

By tomorrow morning, you must hand over the castle. If you refuse, I will take the throne by force, and your treaty with the former queen will be null and void.

"Realize yourself, Morgan le Fay. This is our declaration of war against you, the Queen's Son and the Prophet's Son!"

At this point, Noknare unilaterally cut off the connection to the empty shot. David raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of displeasure on his face.

"She's very confident, so it seems we need to teach her a lesson. At least let this straightforward young girl know why we were able to suppress the whole of Britain back then."

"That's true. It seems that my education over the past 2000 years has been too mild, to the point that they can't figure out what level of power we actually possess."

Morgan and Davidian did nothing more this time; they simply waited for dawn.