Davidian's Holy Grail War

"I am no exception, we are all the same! They are my comrades who fought alongside me, my respected comrades-in-arms! Whether they are fairies from Paradise or residents of the outside world, even if they are creatures from different worlds, none of them can change the fact that we have lived together!"

Strive for the righteous path, help those who share your ideals! Give your all to those who fight to the death for it! This is the knighthood, this is the Round Table, this is—what I was taught in this great cathedral! To grow into a knight worthy of the chosen spear, to become the substitute for the prophesied child!

As he spoke, a fluorescent light ignited around him, drawing the attention of those around him. Was it real? At this moment, had Percival of the Lostbelt actually ignited the Miracle Light possessed only by the Pan-Human Percival?

[As expected of Percival's brother, his character and integrity are more than enough to uphold this light, whether in Lostbelts or Panhuman History.]

Gareth nodded to herself, completely satisfied with the scene before her. At the same time, she could sense a miraculous light resonating from her seat, echoing the light of Percival before her.

Faced with this scene, Mei Liuqina had to admit that the child before her had grown up to be far too noble.

"You've grown up in this way, and I'm very proud of that. That's why I don't want to lose you. Six years ago, once, and again against Woodworth, you've already used the chosen gun twice. If you use it again, then..."

But Percival simply responded decisively that it didn't matter, and that this blow had to be returned to Melyuchina.

"Gareth, the last knight of Lentinium, her bravery and fighting spirit reside in my spear! Lancelot, the fairy knight!"

To dare to use that name even after His Majesty Morgan's passing is unacceptable! I will not let such a person off easily! If you intend to repeat this mistake, then I have no choice but to correct you here and now!

This was already quite harsh talk for Percival, and being described in this way, Melyuchina couldn't bear it any longer, so she had no choice but to run away again.

She could no longer face any of this.

Chapter 445 Departure for the Coast

"You actually managed to drive away that Meiliu Qina just by arguing?" Ritsuka was stunned; she had never imagined such a thing could happen.

Percival simply smiled and told him that despite Melyuchina's appearance, she was actually a very virtuous and kind-hearted woman. He figured if he refuted her directly, she would most likely accept his explanation.

But Mashu whispered to Ritsuka, "It's less like being refuted and more like running away after being scolded, senpai..."

"This isn't the time to waste time, let's go!" Gareth felt this wasn't the time for idle talk; they needed to get moving. The alarm bells of the Miracle Light were blaring; something big was about to happen in Britain.

After they broke out of the Grand Cathedral, elite veterans from the First Dalian Army descended from the sky to clear a path for them. Anyone who dared to obstruct them was to be killed without mercy.

Gareth's demeanor at this moment could even be described as iron-blooded; she would never hesitate unnecessarily at a time like this.

When they finally broke out of the city and reached the plains, they discovered that the number of Mors outside the city had become rampant. The situation throughout Britain was starting to go wrong, and Percival's health was deteriorating rapidly. The mood of everyone was extremely low.

After they had defeated another group of Mors and found a suitable place to rest, Gareth checked with Grimm again to confirm the current situation. Grimm simply told her to wait a little longer, as the two should be back soon.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the white wolves named Flake and Wuni returned, and Grimm checked with them to check on the situation in the other cities.

The two divine white wolves relayed all the information they had gathered to Grimm, and now the situation in Britain was absolutely terrible.

“Looks like it’s finally starting.” He stood up and said this to Gareth, who nodded slightly to indicate that she understood.

"There's no need to go to Gloucester or Lentinium anymore. The entire island is now teeming with Morse, and every city is under martial law."

The fairy, consumed by fear, seems capable of transforming into Moss on its own; there is no safe place left in Britain, and the Great Calamity has begun.

Grimm shared the information with everyone, and Ritsuka and the others' expressions turned grim. Although they all knew the Great Calamity was bound to come sooner or later, they hadn't expected it to arrive so quickly.

"We won't know exactly what kind of calamity it will be until it happens. The great calamity is like the pus that has accumulated on this island of Britain over the past 1000 years."

The dying wails of that being transformed into magic that permeated the entire island, and the calamities that bore the brunt of this magic would swell and bloat. This is the mechanism of the Great Calamity; it will occur as long as Britain exists.

Gareth understood this matter better than Ritsuka and the others; in fact, she knew the ins and outs of the island perfectly well.

“If Mother were still alive, that thing wouldn’t have had a chance to resurrect. But now that she’s gone, it’s probably coming from the bottom of the great cave. Grimm, Muramasa, this battle will be tough, be prepared.”

As Gareth spoke, the two beside him nodded in agreement; they could already smell the decay and decay in the air. The resentment the other party harbored must have accumulated to an unimaginable degree; they were not an opponent to be trifled with.

"The crimson and black calamities mentioned in the prophecy..." Ritsuka asked again, and since things had come to this point, Gareth didn't mind answering him.

"It's Bagst and Melyuchina. Their true forms are, one is the crimson [Calamity of Flame], and the other is the jet-black [Calamity of Beast]. I knew their true forms from the first moment I saw them."

Gareth's words confirmed Ritsuka's suspicions. Sure enough, the two people's true names were not an enhancement of their strength, but a constraint to stabilize their spirit foundations. They did not want to become a calamity.

"As expected of His Majesty Morgan, he stabilized two calamities by bestowing a name, and with his own powerful strength, he directly sealed off Cornunos in the great hole. He is too powerful."

Ritsuka could only sigh at this moment, while the others finally understood what was going on.

It turns out Morgan wasn't a cruel queen after all; she really did do a lot to protect her fairy kingdom. And her methods for dealing with the fairies…

Well, after going through all this mess, they're too lazy to say anything bad about Morgan anymore.

“Miss Ash said that once it awakens, Britain will be doomed. The one at the bottom of the cave… the one you mentioned, Cornunos, hasn't awakened yet, has it? If that's the case!”

Mashu's words resonated with Grimm and the others; they greatly admired the girl's decisive and efficient approach.

"However, we still need the assistance of the Paradise Fairies for what appears after the pilgrimage. The God of Wisdom said that it is essential if we want the creature at the bottom of the great cave to fall into a deep sleep."

That being said, the message was vague, and I wasn't told what it was. Caster, isn't it time to tell us? Tell us what the pilgrimage is, and what the fairies' true purpose is?

Faced with Grimm's questioning, Caster once again found herself stammering and speechless. She looked at Ritsuka, and to her surprise, Ritsuka seemed to subtly wish her to remain silent.

Just then, the communication system rang. Just as Da Vinci was about to impatiently tell her to hang up, Ritsuka quickly changed the subject.

This is a call from Chaldea! The wireless communication is actually working now! All the electronic devices that were unusable before are now back to normal!

"You're right! How could I have made such a stupid mistake! Hello, hello! This is Operation Code Name: Watson! Chaldea, please speak!"

"This is 221B Baker Street! The communication signal seems good, Miss Watson. We don't have a complete grasp of the situation on your end yet, since the last carrier pigeon was sent four days ago. So, I'll give you a brief overview of the current situation here."

The entire Storm Border system and functionality are being rapidly restored, while according to Holmes's assessment, the British Isles are now collapsing at breakneck speed.

"Alright! We'll be right back. We'll use the ship's medical equipment to treat Percival, and at the same time, we'll investigate what's going on with Cornunos in that big cave! Everyone, let's go! Redra! Let's go!"

When his name was called, Redra jumped out from behind the tree happily. Although he thought he had hidden himself well, Ritsuka had always wanted to say that the horse's rear end was too conspicuous, but everyone was just too lazy to point it out.

"Neigh~ Have I been exposed? I was waiting for the perfect moment to make my appearance. This is Redra Bit, who's already unemployed! I heard everything that happened behind that tree! You all need a carriage right now, don't you? And a Super-Fast one at that!"

"Then, the Fairy Kingdom's finest top-tier fairy horse, Redra~~~~Bit, is ready to gallop tirelessly towards its destination!"

Chapter 446 The True Son of the Wind

Running, running, even though the world is in the midst of destruction, I feel more refreshed than ever before.

"I entrust the Child of Prophecy to you, [illegible characters]. Please protect her closely. And... every day, at the end of the day, could you tell me what kind of journey she took?"

Although my position prevents me from walking alongside you... at least knowing what happened allows me to empathize with you.

At first, I was quite smug.

But gradually, I began to realize what this behavior truly meant.

[Continue reporting from there, adhering to orders not to go to the battlefield, and then... from them, I learned that Lentinium was destroyed, and that lovely girl was dead.]

Yes, I'm powerless to atone for my sins, and besides, it wasn't even my fault. I was just telling myself that I was talking about their current situation.

"Give me the chance, I'll definitely teach those guys from Lontinim a lesson they won't forget."

"What kind of People's Liberation Army soldiers are they, talking about a round table? They're nothing but a bunch of defective products discarded by factories. How dare they sit on equal footing with the chosen one (me)?"

But the voices of the Salisbury people, so stimulating (scorching) their goblins' voices, lingered in my mind, refusing to leave. Seeing Lentinium after the flames had died down, my steps became sluggish, and from that moment on, I could no longer run freely.

[Without needing to tell anyone else, I accepted this fact. The existence of the Fairy Kingdom was always far too complicated for me.]

I long for a simpler world, a world where I can freely express my talents. A world without language barriers, discrimination, or competition.

I once wished I were a wild creature, running across the plains. Running like the wind. Running like a wild beast. That was all I wanted.

But even such a goal vanished upon gazing upon the charred fortress.

But the opportunity eventually came.

Tell yourself that this is something you have to do, and run as fast as you can.

Intense pain coursed through my entire body.

His body and spirit are protesting—what more do you want now?

He was speechless. He had no right to mourn the brave young female knight.

His wry smile betrayed his lack of any real intention.

If you have nothing left, all you can do is what you can manage.

Running, running.

Intense pain coursed through my entire body.

Unparalleled joy flooded my mind.

Yet, in this world on the verge of collapse, I became the best version of myself I've ever been.

The day the leg breaks will also be the day the demon horse dies.

Such intense pain would tear your very soul apart.

Day after day, half a day passed. Pulling the carriage at full speed, every foot was on the verge of being crushed.

Transform such pain into joyful running.

They ran just to get them to the shore.

It's not about hiding hope, but about running to keep hope alive.

No matter how filthy it may be, it runs on the land of Britain, the land that gave it its birth and joy.

Even so, he remained cheerful, laughing as he addressed the passengers in the carriage: "We've been galloping along the coastline at full speed for a day and a half! We're almost at the west coast!"

That said, my hind and hind legs are almost numb! To be honest, I feel like continuing to run is mortifying me—no, it feels like it's jewel horse racing my entire career.”