Davidian's Holy Grail War

These were Lancelot's last words, and Davidian nodded, indicating that he had remembered them.

Then he thrust the dark sword down, piercing Lancelot's heart.

Lancelot closed his eyes contentedly after that brief period of pain.

The legendary swordsman, Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, the current lord of Benwick, has perished.

Having done all this, David picked up the Arondette and sheathed it. He walked slowly to Guinevere and took her wrist.

“Come back with me, Guinevere. Because of Lancelot’s last words, I will beg my lord to spare your life. However, you must spend the rest of your life in repentance.”

Guinevere did not resist; she nodded to indicate that she would go with David. David then looked at Bouss beside him and said, "Go, go and collect Lancelot's body."

In silence, Bose walked toward Lancelot's corpse, while Davidian had already cut open the dark space and taken the princess away.

The duel beneath Benwick Castle was over, and so was the foolish farce of Lancelot and Guinevere.

However, in the dark space, Davian deactivated his transformation.

In this space, even Merlin's all-seeing eyes probably couldn't see their every move.

Only here could David An express what he wanted to say.

He turned to face the princess, knelt on one knee, and apologized to her:

"Guinevere, although it is all too late, I still want to declare my sins to you here."

Even though I knew nothing at the time, it was still me who suggested that our king marry you, and perhaps the root of all this sin lies with me.”

David's announcement brought tears to Guinevere's eyes; he admitted that he had unintentionally made a mistake.

But if you really want to say something, he hasn't actually done anything wrong. Yet now he's kneeling before Guinevere, saying that all the blame lies with him.

"Therefore, please do not blame my king for making all the decisions, nor resent the people who denounce you. Please place all the blame on me alone."

If you find all of this too heavy, then please resent me to ease your heart. Please resent me, the one who committed these sins.

Guinevere wiped away her tears, knelt down, and took one of David's hands, saying, "Please don't say that, Lord David. All of this was just a huge mistake I made because of this heavy pressure."

You have done nothing wrong. From now on, I implore you to continue supporting our king, just as I have done.

As she spoke, she took David's hand and stood up with him. Their eyes met, and they both saw the feelings and thoughts hidden in each other's hearts.

Guinevere said softly to him, "Alright, please return to Camelot and put an end to this farce yourself."

Davidian nodded and turned to swing his dark sword, opening the dark space. He returned to the Round Table Hall, with Guinevere following behind him.

“My king, the wicked subject Lancelot has been beheaded, the holy sword Arondette has been sealed by me, and the queen has been brought back.” After saying this, David walked to the round table that once belonged to Lancelot and plunged Arondette directly into the tabletop.

"You've done well, David Anqing. I saw everything that just happened through Merlin's magic. It was a beautiful fight. Now, come back to me."

Artoria memorized everything that had just happened, and her feelings for Davian had changed.

The reason was simply because of David's confession before his duel with Lancelot.

Davidian nodded and returned to Artoria's side, standing on either side of the throne with Bedivere.

Artoria looked at Guinevere standing there, her face different from before. The captivating radiance that once graced her face was gone, replaced by a look of resignation.

"Guinevere...it's come to this. I won't say anything more. Go, go to Canterbury."

You will spend the rest of your life there, and you are not allowed to step out of there. This is your punishment; you must repent there for the sins you have committed.

Artoria issued the final ruling, a ruling that no one dared to defy.

“Great King Arthur, our King of Knights, I will obey your will and never set foot in Canterbury again. May your future be filled with glory, and may Britain have a bright future.”

After Guinevere finished speaking, the guards stepped forward and led her out of the round table hall.

She will be personally escorted to Canterbury by Merlin and Keirin, where she will spend the rest of her life.

Thus, the enormous disaster caused by Lancelot and Guinevere's affair finally came to an end. However, the impact of this incident could not be so easily erased.

The Round Table's fighting strength has declined significantly. Four Knights of the Round Table have lost their lives, and Gawain is also seriously injured and it is unknown when he will be able to recover.

This has had a tremendous impact both domestically and internationally; the glory of our king has plummeted. The lords of those tribes across the land are probably already secretly plotting to seize this opportunity to deliver a severe blow to our king.

The domestic issues left unresolved by Agraven's death were barely resolved through the efforts of David, Mordred, and Artoria, with David now taking over all of Agraven's unfinished work together with Mordred.

Both in terms of combat strength and administration, Camelot suffered heavy losses in the aftermath of this chaotic disaster. This was a lamentable tragedy that neither Davidan nor Artoria could have foreseen.

"Meeting adjourned. Lord David, stay. Everyone else, go home." After a period of exhaustion, Artoria gave the order to dismiss the meeting. Everyone remaining in the round table hall, except for David, took their leave of the King.

After everyone else had left, Artoria said to Davidian, "Thank you. Even at this point, you still managed to do everything you were supposed to do."

"This is what I should have done, and I only blame myself for not taking action to solve these problems sooner. If I had, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

David looked up and lamented that it was too late; he should have dealt with it all himself from the very beginning.

Chapter 157 The Last Meeting

The year after the Lancelot incident ended, it was already the eleventh year since our king was crowned king.

Although Davidian has done his best to mitigate the aftermath of the Lancelot incident, the losses are still incalculable.

Although Gao Wenqing had regained his mobility, his head injury meant that Lord David, as the lord of Camelot, wouldn't give him a chance to go to the front lines; he would have to rest for at least another year.

But the guys on the other side wouldn't give Britain much time to recover. The moment the sea calmed down, the Romans and Saxons were already prepared to attack again.

There was no other way; they probably wanted to take advantage of the Round Table's current weakness to reclaim the British Isles. Meanwhile, the new emperor in Rome had declared his intention to avenge Lucius and planned to invade Britain again.

After all, Gao Wenqing was seriously injured, and Lancelot, Agravan, Gareth, and Gahoris were all killed in battle. The current round table was less than half full of its usual members; anyone would think this was a good opportunity.

Davidian originally intended to personally lead the attack and deliver a crushing blow to Rome, letting those incorrigible fools know that Britain was not yet weak and that they still had the strength to crush Rome.

But before he decided to announce it to the public, the king came to his room late at night.

“You stay here. Britain needs you now. I will take care of the expedition to Rome.” Artoria sat down in front of him, having decided that she would personally lead the expedition this time.

David thought for a moment, then forced a smile and said:

"Then go ahead and go. Just think of it as a chance to relax. I know those guys over there can't beat you anyway. In a one-on-one fight, there's no one in Rome who can threaten you right now."

"Davian, you've really had a hard time these past few days." Artoria stood up, and Davidan also stood up to see her out of the room.

But the next moment, Artoria's actions exceeded Davian's expectations; she pushed Davian's body, causing him to fall onto the bed.

David was flustered by this sudden and unexpected action, but when he saw the King remove his cloak, David's heart was redeemed by the King.

Although it was only a short five hours before dawn, Davidian's spirits had been greatly relieved. He wept in the King's arms, pouring out his sorrows like a grieving child.

The reason is simple: after Lancelot's enormous mistake, their hope of maintaining Britain was already slim.

"Do your best, Davidian. When we've done everything we can, whatever the outcome, we can accept it, right?"

When it is all over, can't we say, "We have kept the way we were told, and we have finished the path we were told to walk?" Then the crown of righteousness will be reserved for us.

After saying these last words, Artoria dressed and left at dawn.

A few days later, Artoria, who had announced her expedition to Rome, set off with a large army, leaving David and Mordred to manage the government.

Kaiqing breathed a sigh of relief after completing the preparation of supplies, hoping that this matter could be resolved quickly.

David smiled as he saw the King off, and the King smiled back, saying he would finish the battle there as soon as possible and return.

But who could have imagined that this would be their last meeting in this era?

"Let's talk about something happier. What does chivalry mean to you, Artoria?" Merlin and Artoria chatted casually.

They have arrived at Sandwich, where they once sailed on their expedition to Rome, where they defeated the Roman coalition and killed Emperor Lucius.

And now they have come here again for the same purpose.

Artoria didn't hesitate; she answered directly:

“I’m still wondering what you’re going to say. Upholding morality, protecting the people with one’s own body, defending one’s lord, not fearing the battlefield, not acting on one’s own desires, and wielding the sword to protect the country and one’s beliefs—isn’t that what it means? Just like my dear friend, Davidian Sleigh.”

Her eyes were filled with certainty; she believed she was right.

Even in the current dire situation, she is still able to accept other people's advice and think things through, constantly reflecting on her actions and inner thoughts.

Merlin felt a slight bitterness in his heart. Perhaps he should have taken Artoria with him and personally taught her.

Hector and those years of life made Artoria's foundation too excellent.

"Even chivalry has its differences: those who reciprocate courtesy, those who believe that punishing evil is paramount, and those who protect their territory and are proud of it. I think these are things like the person's pride and beliefs."

No, although I'm not attached to those things and can't feel their true meaning, I can still understand them. He's the same way; for him, living in his relationship with the queen is probably the most important thing as a human being.

After hearing this, Artoria couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright, teacher. I'm not as depressed as you think, even though everything has turned out this way."

But I don't resent Lancelot; rather, I feel I've wronged them both. Because of my twisted way of being, I robbed them of their happiness.

Even when she smiled, from Merlin's perspective, her profile still revealed sorrow and love.

She still mourns those who will never return because of the Lancelot incident: Gareth, Gahoris, Agravien, and Lancelot.

"It wasn't because of my own resentment that I made David anne put an end to this matter."

It's simply because Lancelot did commit a grave error. In any case, he did take the lives of so many of his fellow Round Table members.

He must be punished for this. I know Lancelot, though he was in a state of utter madness at the time and made such a grave mistake.

But once he calms down, such sins will likely torment his heart. If he doesn't atone for his sins with death, he will fall into an even deeper darkness.

The only thing Artoria didn't expect in this whole affair was that Lancelot would degenerate into a mad beast under those circumstances.