Davidian's Holy Grail War

Morgan spoke calmly, but at that moment someone pushed aside the high-ranking fairy and came to her.

She calmly opened her eyes, bringing her senses back from the battlefield to what was before her.

Spligan stood behind his trusted guards. As the clan chief of the Earth Clan, and with the power granted to him by Davidian a hundred years ago to form a private army, his military strength had never been lacking.

"Have you lived too long and gotten tired of living, Spligan? Even now, you still actively crave destruction."

Morgan's voice was so cold that it terrified everyone present, but Spligan just smiled bitterly and said that although lifespan had always been a concern for him, it was a completely different matter now.

“I think we do have a chance of winning this time, in fact, I think we only have a chance now. Your Fairy Kingdom is truly outstanding. There is probably no other example of a ruler reigning over a country for 2000 years.”

At this point, Spligan looked troubled, but such a country is rather boring; it prohibits intercultural communication, so art will never flourish. It neither declines nor prospers, so it hardly qualifies as a country.

“Your Majesty Morgan, Britain is not your domain. Wake up from your girlish dreams.” With that, his soldiers moved, but Morgan raised her hand, and a beam of destructive energy gathered in her palm.

"How dare you underestimate me? Even if I'm just a head, I won't be defeated by mere grunts..."

To Morgan's shock, however, the soldiers did not move to advance; instead, they moved aside to allow Morgan to see the hostages they held.

“Barvan…Shi…” Morgan was incredulous, and at that moment her magic stopped.

Spligan didn't take any further action to pressure Morgan; he maintained a delicate balance. Therefore, he simply said:

"Your Majesty, we don't really want to fight to the death; we just want a better future."

The nation must grow, and the world must move forward; we cannot remain your toys forever.

Even if it's a threat, we hope you can step down and make room for a more suitable person.

These words made Morgan grit her teeth. She couldn't help but sneer, "And then what? You sit in this position and rule all of Britain? Spligan, you think too highly of yourself!"

"No, no, no, I don't have that ability, and that jade throne is not something I should covet. I know myself very well."

However, either Noknare or Artoria Caster would be much more suitable. As for who should sit, let them decide for themselves.

At this point, he politely asked Morgan to rise, saying it was time for her to abdicate. Once she stepped down, she could do whatever she wanted; they simply wanted a different king.

Although Morgan resented all of this, she chose to make temporary concessions for the sake of Bavanshi. As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope," and this temporary stepping down was for the sake of the future.

She stood up and walked in front of the crowd. Spligan immediately ordered his soldiers to surround her and prepare to take her away.

How to deal with Morgan is a matter for Noknare and Caster to decide; he has no intention of going that far.

Moreover, given Spligan's thinking, he wasn't unaware of how those two would treat the defeated Morgan. In the end, they were both soft-hearted people who were too easy to manipulate.

"Make sure to protect Her Majesty Morgan and hand her over there unharmed. I don't want to anger Lord David, or I would be letting him down."

Spligan smiled smugly. Everything was going according to plan. He had even maximized his gains without offending most people; indeed, the right opportunity always yielded the greatest results.

However, at this moment, the wind brought a message, and Spligan listened to the words in the wind, wondering what Aurora would say at this time.

"A group of brave fairies are currently fighting in Camelot to defeat Her Majesty Morgan. Her Majesty is incredibly powerful, and we have always deeply respected and admired her. She is a great woman who has protected Britain for 2000 years, and surely there are no fairies who do not respect her."

However, despite His Majesty's kindness to me, there is something I cannot ignore. Those who fought in Camelot, listen to me. Listen to me tell the true face of Queen Morgan, and the facts of what she did in the shadows of history.”

Spligan immediately sensed something was terribly wrong, and he started cursing inwardly! "Damn it, Aurora, what are you doing?!"

"Hurry! Hurry, hurry!" Spligan urged his men, but it was too late. The high-ranking fairies had already stopped them. They wanted to know what bombshells Aurora would reveal about His Majesty Morgan.

Morgan remained calm. She still had the ability to protect herself, so she simply told Spriggan to stop and listen to what Aurora had to say next. After all, it was just a clown's performance.

"It was all a conspiracy by a certain woman. Legend has it that she was the savior of the fairies in the Fairy Chronicle."

She is not a fairy from Britain, but a fairy from a different world, and she is our enemy.

Her aim was to dominate the island of Britain. To this end, she caused numerous calamities and disrupted the bonds between clans.

The worst of these was the destruction of Lentinium. She murdered Uther, the newly emerged King of Britain, and disrupted the unity between the clans.

For to her, all kings except herself were thorns in her side. Moreover, the bloodshed and hatred caused by this struggle turned the Great Calamity into the greatest calamity in history.

The number of fairies who could have survived from that time to the present is probably extremely small. On that day 2000 years ago, our Britain was once destroyed. No, it would have been better if it had perished on that day.

For the fairies who survived should have built a peaceful Britain. However, things didn't go as planned. Ash, who escaped from Lentinium… that is, the witch Morgan, launched a terrible conspiracy.

"Aurora, do you want me to copy you?!" Davidian, who was on the battlefield, couldn't control himself after hearing these words.

He had been trying his best to get to the Throne Hall ever since Morgan's clone disappeared, but he couldn't get away now! The group of guys in front of him were holding him back, not giving him a chance to escape!

"Morgan, to satisfy her own selfish desires, used our precious World Tree. She stole the magic accumulated within the World Tree, causing it to wither. She used that magic to revive us fairies. I think it was called Chaldean Summoning."

The Command Seals on us fairies weren't inscribed in Camelot. They are a mark of slavery, inherent in everyone, signifying the dedication of accumulated time and magic to the witch.

Thus, the witch ushered in a new Britain, accompanied by the false reign title of the Queen's Calendar.

The reason why the land of Britain no longer expands, why humanity is no longer used effectively, and why great calamities will lead to the destruction of Britain is because all of this was created in this way.

Please understand that for 2000 years, we, the fairies of Britain, have been enslaved and tormented by the witch, solely to satisfy her own selfish desires. The witch's name is Morgan, a false queen who came from Paradise to rule us.

I acknowledge her merit in saving Britain from Morse's clutches, but she is by no means an object of adoration. Fairies dwelling in Camelot, ask yourselves this question once more.

Who are we to defeat? And who is the fairy worthy of bearing the weight of Britain?

Her words stopped there, and after some thought, the surrounding fairies began to hurl insults, their curses against Morgan never ceasing.

However, Morgan didn't bother to say anything; she was already used to that kind of voice.

"Hold your weapons tight and protect His Majesty Morgan! Anyone who dares to cause trouble, kill them!" Spligan immediately issued the cruelest order, but the next moment, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh reached his ears.

He couldn't help but turn around to look, only to see a scene that made his eyes widen in horror—a sharp blade pierced through Morgan's body.

Spligan trusted his own judgment too much, but... there were traitors among his men.

Chapter 440 The End

"Kill him! Now!" Spligan gave the order, and the soldiers beside him immediately chopped off the head of the man who had done it.

Morgan, severely injured, collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood. She, too, had been careless; this was the arrogance of those who wield power.

Spligan's hasty order also caused trouble, with the scene descending into riots at the instigation of certain individuals.

The sounds of clashing blades, roars, and howls erupted in the vast Jade Throne Hall, and all people and fairies were caught up in a blind slaughter.

The situation is now completely out of Spligan's control. He can only try his best to gather his remaining troops and protect the fallen queen. News of this situation will soon reach Davidian, and he will definitely rush back to quell the situation.

Sure enough, not long after, the Crimson Phoenix rushed into the hall and burned some of the high-level fairies who were still fighting, while also intimidating the rest. Then, Davidan deactivated his transformation and landed next to Morgan.

Before he could say a word, David swiftly pulled the blade that had pierced Morgan's body. Then, a burst of light restored Morgan's body, and his external wounds were completely gone.

From her appearance, she has fully recovered.

However, the next moment, from David's perspective, Morgan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of foul blood.

He could even smell a terrible stench. Only then did David look in disbelief at the blade he had just pulled out. At this moment, he could see clearly that the blood on the sword had changed color, a potent poison they did not recognize.

"How could this be! How could this happen! It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this!" David Ann held Morgan in his arms, but at this moment he could only feel Morgan's life force slowly fading away in his arms.

A sense of powerlessness, hatred, and anger overwhelmed him. His cries echoed throughout the throne room; this was not the ending they had desired!

"This shouldn't be happening, it shouldn't be happening! This absolutely shouldn't be your end! This should never be!!!"

As Davidian wailed, Morgan used her last strength to grab Davidian's wrist and said to her:

"Ah... David, you've returned just in time. At least in the end... let me thank you. Thank you for your sacrifice over the past thousand years, for protecting the beautiful dream of some foolish girl until the very last moment..."

As she spoke, she coughed up blood, the foul-smelling, venomous blood burning David's body and his soul at that moment.

"Finally... at this very last moment, please... do one last thing for me, please... please write the ending for this story..."

Although Ash's story is dead, Morgan and David's story was written by you and me, beginning and ending in a story that belongs only to us...

So, so please, write the ending for this story… write the ending for this story of you and me, for the Fairy Kingdom, for Britain.

Hearing these words, David embracing Morgan tightly, hoping to offer her some warmth, and reassuring her:

"Yes! I promise, I will write the ending for this story! It will surely be a solemn and beautiful ending! Whether it's our story, or the story of Britain and this fairy kingdom!"

"Really...that's...that's wonderful..."

As he finished speaking, David could clearly feel something break—the magical connection between him and Morgan.

Her last words before her death reached David's ears, but now it wasn't just her words now, but every little detail from the past was also tormenting his nerves.

[After that, I will, as the hostess of this country, say to them—Welcome to the Fairy Kingdom of Britain, guests. May the scenery here remain in your memories forever.]

[Hmph~ If I don't put some pressure on them, how will they walk the path they're meant to take? If they just continue like this, how can they stand before me as the strongest opponents? If they can't defeat me, how can they prove they are the destined ones to wield this holy spear?]

Davidian, I love you.

Those memories burned his nerves like a red-hot iron. David Ann scratched his hair repeatedly with his bloodied hand like a madman. The pain brought by Morgan's death destroyed the last bit of sanity that Morgan had kept him alive.

At this moment, he finally stepped into the final abyss!

Finally, he calmed down and lowered his head to kiss Morgan's lips, still warm and stained with poisonous blood. The poison had also coursed through his body at that moment; he felt the same pain Morgan was experiencing.

Even now, he is carefully savoring this pain.

At this moment, he had already figured out how to write the ending of this story. Since Morgan was no longer there, everything would come to an end in the flames.

So he still has a lot to do, a lot of things.

"I apologize, Lord David. It was my oversight that led to this grave mistake. If you wish to cut off my head now, then I am willing to offer my neck for execution."

Spligan's words made Davidan look up. He stared at the injured Spligan without saying a word for a moment. It seemed Spligan had done his best from his perspective, but that was all he could do.

"Go now, Spligan. Enjoy your remaining time. Remember to lock the door when you leave."