Davidian's Holy Grail War

“Let’s go, let’s return to the palace. King Lothar is waiting for my return,” Tonelli said.

“Yes, ever since you sent the message and started returning, Father has been eagerly awaiting your return,” Gao Wenfei replied quickly.

This simple conversation didn't elicit any reaction from Davidian; previously, he could act recklessly, relying solely on his emotions.

But now, these harsh realities have returned to him one by one.

He had to admit that he had fallen for a woman who already had a husband and three children. And he now knew that Tonelli was no ordinary woman; she was the queen of King Loth, who ruled the Orkney region, and one of the most powerful people in Britain.

Seeing his taciturn demeanor, Gawain wondered what was wrong with David, so he kindly asked, "What's wrong, David? Are you feeling unwell?"

“No, no…” David Andrew gave a forced smile, and Gawain knew he had something on his mind. But since David Andrew wouldn’t say, he couldn’t force him to ask.

Upon arriving at Orkney's palace, Gawain thoughtfully prepared a room for David, complete with hot water and some snacks, so that he could rest well.

In the evening, he and his family members would host a welcome dinner for them.

When David washed his face with hot water and opened the window to let in some fresh air...

A petal drifted into his room, and he knew who had come.

Only Merlin would bring such flowers.

Sure enough, when he turned around, Merlin was already standing there.

There is no cage in this world that can hold him, nor is there any place he cannot go.

When David was in France, Merlin didn't go there because he was tied up in Britain.

"Yo, the renowned dragon knight, Davidian Sleeryk. We meet again. Did you miss me?"

Merlin casually cracked jokes to ease David's tension, and David was also defeated by his relaxed attitude; his previously tense face immediately relaxed.

However, he then became serious and said, "We all know what's going to happen next, so let's keep it simple. I'll ask, and you answer, okay?"

"Of course, but before that, you have to tell me how much you already know about her, okay?"

Merlin did not object to Davidian's words, since what they were about to do was indeed simple, requiring only Davidian to ask and Davidian to answer.

Davidian immediately replied, "She is Toneric, a skilled magician, Queen of Lothar, with three children: Gawain, Gaholis, and Agravín. But who exactly is she?"

Merlin nodded, then cast a spell to shield himself from all detection. This would prevent his conversation from getting out and also prevent outsiders from seeing what was happening inside.

"So you now know the general idea. Her real name is Morgan Pendragon. She is the son of a fairy who was born from the body of Queen Igraine."

Queen Igraine later married King Uther, and their child was Artorius.

In other words, Morgan and Artoria are siblings. She's also the second strongest magician on this British island, second only to me.

David was even more puzzled after hearing Merlin's words:

"So they can't even coexist? They're clearly siblings, yet they have to fight to the death on the battlefield? All for a vague and uncertain throne?"

But Merlin waved his hand, signaling him not to rush, as he was about to explain slowly.

“Artorius, you only know that he is powerful, but you don’t know why he is powerful. In fact, he is a superhuman who combines the blood of King Uther, the blood of Queen Igraine, and the dragon abilities that I gave him through magic.”

In the world of magic, this is a technique known as the conception of ideas. Everything was done perfectly; for this Britain, there had to be such a transcendent king.

“What does this have to do with them not being able to coexist?” Anxious David interrupted Merlin, but Merlin was not annoyed and continued speaking.

"But after that, the mystery of Britain awakened Morgan's power as the ruler of the island."

Artoria, created for the continuation of Britain, was ultimately just a "King of Man" orchestrated by humanity. Morgan, however, was the true king who inherited the mysteries of Britain. Do you understand now?

“I can understand what you just said, but I still can’t understand why they can’t coexist. A king of men and a mysterious king—wouldn’t it be better if they joined forces? Wouldn’t Britain have a better chance of continuing to exist?”

Upon hearing his answer, Merlin nodded and continued:

"However, the rules of the world did not choose Morgan to become the King of Britain."

To put it simply, even if Britain produced a true king like Morgan, the rules of the world still required Artoria to become king and for history to unfold in a normal course.

In that instant, David understood something. He picked up the Dark Sword and realized why it had shown him that future. Perhaps it was Morgan's future as king, but he still had doubts.

"Merlin, out of my respect—and trust—please explain this clearly. If Morgan becomes queen, what will become of her?"

"With her magical skills, she'll probably find a way to fix the mysteries of Britain to the planet's surface."

But in that case, the Age of Gods would never truly end. Even if Britain, or even the whole world, prospered as a result, it would be based on such a flawed foundation, and therefore would be meaningless.

Ultimately, such a world will be abandoned by the parallel universe theory and become a discarded part of history. Because it is not a history based on correct choices, nor on the victors who achieved correct prosperity.

Merlin explained it very clearly, and David understood it perfectly, so that history, that world, was swallowed up by the darkness of nothingness.

He, Morgan, fell into a deep slumber in the boundless darkness, with no future, nothing left.

"Therefore, Morgan must never become the Queen of Britain. She cannot rule the whole of Britain; allowing her to continue living is already the greatest mercy we can show her. Do you understand?"

Yet she also hated Artorius, because in her eyes, Artorius had taken everything from her—Britain, the loyal Knights of the Round Table, everything was taken from her by Artorius.

But what she didn't know was that it wasn't Artoria who took everything from her, but rather that from the very beginning, the world had never chosen her as the Queen of Britain.

Chapter 47 Let Me Show You Another Future

After hearing Merlin's words, David felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but only felt his mouth dry and couldn't utter a word. Finally, after a long struggle, he could only manage to squeeze out one sentence:

"Why don't you tell Toneric... Morgan, why don't you say these things to her? Tell her that it wasn't Artoria who stole everything from her, but that the world chose Artoria as its king?"

"When I was teaching her magic, I thought about telling her that. But I gave up in the end because it was pointless. What would be the point of telling her that? It would just change the target of her hatred from Artorius to humanity."

She would still raise the flag of rebellion against Artoria to seize Britain, whether she was in the limelight or behind the scenes. Their inability to coexist wasn't due to personal feelings, but rather a fundamental incompatibility, understand?

Merlin had explained things quite clearly on the surface, but he also found it rather amusing.

If everything goes too smoothly, he'll become a hothouse flower. Artorius needs some rivals. His conflict with Morgan will likely provide him with valuable lessons.

“I understand…I understand perfectly!” David said through gritted teeth, as if he was being forced to make a choice, or rather, he had no choice at all.

But Merlin suddenly said, "However, Artorius still asked me to pass on a message to you after you learn the truth, even though I don't think it's necessary. But I can't go against his wishes."

He paused, cleared his throat, and continued, "[Davidan Slaryk, my friend, I'm putting the choice back in your hands. Whatever you choose, I won't blame you.] I've slightly embellished it, but that's the gist of what I said."

At that moment, Davidian was filled with guilt and gratitude.

He had acted recklessly and followed his feelings all along, which led to this mess, but Artoria generously gave him the right to choose.

He felt even more strongly about Altoris's unparalleled personal charm, in which he undoubtedly surpassed Morgan.

He could not possibly side with Morgan now, even though he was unclear how Morgan had achieved his future dominance over all of Britain and how much he himself had contributed to it.

But if he stayed with Morgan, the world would become a Lostbelt. He and Morgan would both slumber in endless darkness forever.

At this moment, he was incredibly envious of Touma Kamiyama, envious of his courage and fearlessness, who could decide the ending of the story based on his own will.

Davidian longed to make the same courageous choice as him.

But... what if, in the end, the world still reaches the end of the Lostbelt, and he still can't change that ending?

Once such concerns arise, he can no longer ignore them.

Finally, he made up his mind: "Go and tell Artorius that I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, the dark sword began to glow slightly, and the future he didn't want to know was once again before him.

This was actually a future he had seen once before, only this time, he saw it much more clearly.

Artoris knelt on one knee on the hill, desperately trying to keep his lips closed and suppress his tears. Grief made it hard for him to breathe. He looked down at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below the hill.

This was the end of Britain, and in the end she could not control herself and burst into tears on the hill.

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"I have started countless wars and taken countless lives, so I will die more tragically than anyone else—to die hated by everyone. I clearly, I clearly accept it!"

He cried out, sobbing uncontrollably. Shouldn't he be the only one destined for destruction? Wasn't it only the foolish king who would face a foolish death?

“No, it shouldn’t be like this! This is not the outcome I’m looking for… I know Britain will end someday, but I believe it should be more peaceful, like a deep sleep, that’s what it should be!”

In this illusion, David stood at the foot of the hill, watching Artorius wail and weep.

It's unimaginable that Artoria, who has always been a paragon of perfection, would utter such a heart-wrenching wail. It was undoubtedly a sorrow and anger capable of tearing the listener's heart apart, a cry that could curse the world.

The next moment, that future came to an end.

David's consciousness returned to reality. He clutched his head and breathed heavily. In that illusion, Artorius's grief-stricken weeping had undoubtedly entered his heart.

Is this the answer based on human reason? Is this the right choice?

The person he loves will forever hate his best friend because of this "right" choice, while his best friend will have to endure such a tragic and broken future. Is this the right choice for the world?

"Merlin, do you know the ending of the story? Do you know that Britain is destined to be destroyed?"

Davidian questioned Merlin with unimaginable rage.

He promised that if Merlin uttered a single word of knowledge, he would immediately unleash a torrent of profanities and banish him into the darkness with this dark sword.

His words surprised Merlin. He examined the dark sword at David's waist and then said with interest:

"Oh? Is this the power of this sword? It presents the future to you. That's right, Britain will end with the generation of Artorius."

That marked the official end of the Age of Gods, and then came the so-called true human age. The entire world would never again be filled with such exaggerated mystery.

"You bastard!" A Chinese sentence burst from David's mouth, but just as he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, Merlin had already grabbed his wrist, preventing him from drawing his sword.

Merlin still showed no remorse on his face. He didn't even bother to hide it from David, as if everything in the future was a matter of course.