Davidian's Holy Grail War

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Gareth is almost destined to be the successor to the Glorious Perpetual Legion, and may even inherit David's own title of Lord Camelot.

Davidian went to this lengths for Gareth.

However, over the past decade, the condition of the land has deteriorated to an unimaginable degree.

Davidian had to implement a food rationing system in Britain, prioritizing young men, soldiers, and pregnant women, and he had done everything in his power to keep Britain afloat for as long as possible.

But it won't work. Given the current situation, it can only hold on for another two to three years. Britain can no longer sustain itself.

The ancient chalk kingdom, the pure white and beautiful world—all of this is nothing but a fantasy in the face of this bitter reality.

Davidian and Artoria already had a general idea in mind: if they couldn't find a way to fundamentally change their current predicament, Britain might not be able to continue operating.

"This is a summary of today's reports. External situations are currently being contained, but the internal situation is far more serious. Minister Agguiwen, please work hard these days."

We used to be quite militarily strong, but now, our military might isn't what it used to be. I don't have much time left in Camelot, so I'll do what I can.

David handed over several reports, which he had reviewed and responded to, to Agravivan, and then assigned him to handle the current affairs.

He's so busy right now that he wishes he could split himself into three pieces.

Looking at David's black and white hair, Agravan felt a pang of pity. Among the group at the round table, David was indeed the only truly ordinary human being.

His physical strength was even inferior to Agravan's; after all, while Agravan wasn't known for his fighting prowess, he was still Morgan's son. In terms of physical abilities, he was considerably stronger than Davian.

But during this time, Agravan discovered something that enraged him. It was something that could cast a huge shadow over the glory of the king, and he could not stand idly by.

He was prepared to expose and denounce the matter. He was determined to make that man pay the price, no matter what, for he had betrayed the King's trust and even Davian's friendship.

At the same time, Davidian sensed something. A very familiar magical force entered Camelot; he knew this magic all too well.

So he said goodbye to Agravure and prepared to go find the owner of this magic. That woman, she'd come again.

When he arrived in that vicinity, he heard that familiar and melodious voice recounting the horrific truth:

"Mordred, your knightly game is almost over. I can tell you now that you are King Arthur's legitimate son, a royal clone who has copied the essence of her life. In this Britain, no one but you can inherit Arthur's throne."

With just one sentence, Davidian was plunged into uncontrollable shock. What the hell? How could such a thing happen? When did she do this? Could it be… that night!

"I am...King Arthur's...son." Mordred turned to look at the distant royal chambers. So he was that person's son. The son of the person he most admired and loved!

Overwhelmed with ecstasy, she even abandoned Morgan and left the place.

She couldn't help but want to tell her father about it; she desperately wanted his approval.

The reason was simple: he was that person's son.

"How did you do that? She is clearly..." David Ann walked up behind Morgan, his voice filled with uncontrollable shock and trembling. How did she do that?

"Oh? So you already knew. Since you want to know, I certainly don't mind telling you."

It's very simple. In my dream, I changed her gender, then obtained her life essence and nurtured her into a human. However, my skills are not as good as Merlin's, so giving her dragon blood is the limit. I can't give her a dragon heart.

And that's the whole process. See, a perfect result. You like Mordred too, don't you?"

The moment she finished speaking, David Ann grabbed her shoulders and pinned her against the wall.

Chapter 146 The incident came to light

"How could you do such a thing? Mordred is such an innocent child, you've completely toyed with her heart! You, how could you have become like this!"

Davidian was on the verge of a breakdown at this point. Because he understood Artoria's thoughts, he knew what Mordred would face next.

She might acknowledge Mordred as her son, but she could never pass the throne to him. Camelot's throne meant endless pain and darkness.

She herself is already suffering so much, why should she make others bear this pain?

Not to mention that she can live forever thanks to the Holy Sword, so she will have to bear this pain all by herself.

Even if the king were to meet with misfortune on the battlefield, the throne could not possibly be passed to Mordred.

If Davidian is still alive, then Davidian will take over everything from Camelot.

If Davidian falls, then there's Gawain and Gareth; Mordred won't be in the order of priority.

Not to mention skills, Davidian certainly shared everything he knew, but Mordred couldn't make up for those decades of life experience.

Davidian knew Mordred's level well; if she had another twenty years of experience, she would probably have no problem becoming a queen.

But now... impossible, absolutely impossible.

If Mordred were to inherit the throne, Britain would fall apart and be completely destroyed in an instant.

Morgan simply removed her veil, leaving Davidian mesmerized.

She was indeed an extraordinary human being; even after all these years, her appearance remained unchanged, still the one that haunted David's dreams.

"So many years have passed, and you'll be forty next year. It really makes me nostalgic, my Davidian." Morgan's words were so tender, reflecting her feelings for Davidian that hadn't changed even after all these years.

But her next words revealed her hatred:

"But I will not forget. I will definitely end this Camelot, I will definitely take back what is rightfully mine! Even if countless years have passed, I will never forget!"

That wretched red dragon, and you, whom I couldn't have. I will never forget any of it, so I will do anything! This is my revenge against you, and also my revenge against her.

These words represented her burning rage, even after all these years. Those feelings still burned fiercely within her; she would never forget it all. She would destroy it all; she had to.

Davidian released his grip in sorrow and grief, perhaps for this very reason he didn't want to see Morgan. Now it was all too late; everything was coming to an end.

Even he himself is like that; he'll be forty next year, yet he hasn't been able to change any of this. He can only accept his fate and continue on his path to where he is now.

"You can leave now," David could only say, dismissing Morgan's thoughts. Morgan responded with a cruel smile.

She kissed Davidian on the cheek before leaving, and then went away, knowing she had achieved her goal.

Britain's fate was already sealed.

In the days that followed, Davidian found it difficult to sleep, even when lying in bed. The truth about Mordred's true identity filled him with great anxiety; if this matter wasn't handled properly, it could become a real problem.

Fortunately, Mordred behaved normally over the next few days. Davidian breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his efforts in educating Mordred had not been in vain.

Mordred remained a person who prioritized the greater good and did not let personal feelings interfere with what he was supposed to do.

But then, there was a knock on his door. David was a little surprised; it was already late at night, who would be looking for him?

He invited the person outside to come in, and to his surprise, it was Artoria.

David quickly pulled up a chair and invited the king to sit down.

But his room was so simple that it contained only a chair, a desk, a very ordinary bed and a bedside table, and on the bedside table was a small display stand.

But what deserves to be placed on that display stand is just a hairband that can be seen everywhere.

"I'd like to talk to you about Mordred." When Artoria mentioned this, Davian's expression turned helpless. This matter was clearly still troubling her.

"You mean she's actually your son... that's what it is, right?" David sighed. This was something probably only the four of them... no, four people and a nightmare knew about.

Artoria looked surprised and couldn't help but ask, "You already knew? From where?"

"When Morgan arrived, she happened to overhear her conversation with Mordred and learned this fact that also deeply shocked me. How did you handle it?"

Davidian was also curious about how Artoria would handle the matter, as Mordred's attitude remained calm.

“I told her that I could acknowledge her as my son in private, but I could not hand over the throne to her. From the moment I learned that she was my son, I knew that she was doomed.”

She is an artificial being created by my sister using my life essence, but such artificial beings do not have long lifespans. Furthermore, considering the limitations of her abilities, I can acknowledge her as my son, but I will never pass the throne to her.

Artoria's words drew repeated nods from Davian; this was the best possible outcome. After all, he knew that passing the throne to Mordred was absolutely out of the question now.

That would only cause unrest. They have worked so hard for so many years, and they absolutely cannot let all their efforts go to waste at this crucial moment.

"I believe your words should offer her some comfort, after all, even without the throne, you have acknowledged her as your son."

No child in this world doesn't crave their father's approval. The fact that you said that is enough; I believe she understands in her heart.

Davidian also had confidence in Mordred; she wouldn't be so easily swayed by Morgan.

Artoria smiled with relief upon hearing David's thoughts.

Yes, after all, Mordred has been by Davian's side for so long and has been taught by him by example, she wouldn't act so recklessly.

"Go back and rest, Artoria. You must be tired." Davidian also hoped that Artoria would rest early, after all, it was already late at night.

“You’re right, I really should rest.” Artoria stood up, but at that moment they both heard hurried footsteps coming from the hallway outside the door.

After that, Wincenrib burst into David's room and, before he could even see who was inside, shouted, "Commander! Do you know where King Arthur is? I can't find him anywhere..."

"Calm down, Lord Winchenrib. I'm right here. What happened?" Artoria gestured for Winchenrib to calm down. There's nothing to rush about right now.

Wingenib was slightly relieved to see the two of them there, but he was still very anxious and hurriedly said, "My King! Commander! Something terrible has happened! Lancelot... Lancelot has escaped!"

Chapter 147 The Poisonous Woman's Whispers

Mordred was in a state of utter confusion, overwhelmed by a jumble of complex emotions that left her bewildered and unsure of what to do.

She followed at the back of the group, while Agravivan was at the front.

The group of thirteen people then lay in ambush in the garden early on. She had heard from Agguiwen that they had something they had to do today.

Although she didn't know what it was, when Agravan asked for her help, she readily agreed out of brotherly affection.

However, because of her previous reunion with King Arthur, her mind was not on Agravain's request.

It could even be said that while everyone else was fully focused, she was still lost in thought, contemplating her relationship with King Arthur.