Davian Holy Grail War

Then she walked to the head of the round table, and Davian pulled out a chair for her. After Altria sat down, she asked all the knights to stand up.

After all the knights stood up, she began to announce the seating arrangements at the round table.

"Sir Lancelot, the French knight who came from across the sea and is blessed by the Lady of the Lake, please take the first seat on my left."

The first person Altria mentioned was Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake who had made great contributions to Britain.

"Yes!"

Lancelot, wearing pure white armor and a blue cloak, strode to his seat and sat down solemnly. No one objected, as this was what he deserved.

"Lord Gawain, the heir of Orkney in the north, blessed by the sun, please take the first seat at my right hand."

The next person Altria called out was Gawain, her nephew and a knight she favored very much.

"Yes!"

Gawain, wearing bright silver armor and a dark green cloak, came to his position.

"The handsome Sir Tristan, son of the Duke of Cornwall and the controller of Fernot, please sit next to Sir Lancelot."

Then there is Tristan. The three knights mentioned by my king at the beginning are impeccable in both qualifications and abilities.

Tristan responded and came to Sir Lancelot's side and sat down. His face was very serious at the moment.

"Lord Kai, who is famous for his skills and in charge of Camelot's logistics. Please sit next to Lord Gawain."

Altria's sworn brother, Lord Kai, whose loyalty never wavers, was the fourth to be called. Although his military exploits were not prominent, Lord Kai's importance was unquestionable. He certainly had the qualifications to take this position.

Kai Qing responded, then came and sat down next to Gawain. He and Gawain nodded to each other, and then greeted my king.

"Sir Gahoris, who is known for his passion and is in charge of the security of Camelot, please sit next to Lord Tristan."

Gahoris, who was wearing indigo armor and had a delicate face, responded, then sat down next to Tristan.

"Mr. Percival, the noble paladin who is famous for his bravery, please sit next to Mr. Kai."

There was a little shyness on Percival's face, but he still came to Kai Qing's side without hesitation. This was a great honor for him.

"As the executive officer of Camelot, Lord Aggui is famous for his strictness. Please sit next to Lord Gahoris."

Agguiwen, wearing black armor and a serious face, took his seat. There was no joy at all on his face. It seems that this matter is not exciting to him.

"Palace Butler, Lord Bedivere, please sit down next to Lord Percival."

Bedivere showed an unexpected look, and for a moment he hesitated to sit in that position. It wasn't until Winchenlieb behind him gave him a gentle push that he immediately reacted and went to Percival's side.

Chapter 133 Lord of Camelot

Including Artoria, there were nine knights sitting down. Artoria then nodded slightly and said to the knights present:

"Well, my Lords. This is the end of the first round of selection. I believe that the achievements, qualifications, and abilities of these eight candidates are enough to convince you. The remaining four positions will be selected in the future."

The king did not say anything to encourage everyone to work hard to sit in these positions, because the fact that these positions are still vacant is the best motivation for other knights.

I’m afraid that the competition between these knights will become even more intense in the future, but this is also something that I need to worry about later.

There were also many knights looking at Davian. Everyone knew that Davian was the most meritorious, experienced, and capable knight among all the knights present.

But he was still standing behind the king and had no right to sit at the round table. Many knights looked at Davian with sympathy, and Wingenlib even showed an indignant expression, thinking that this treatment was somewhat unfair.

"At the same time, I have something else to announce today." Altria stood up, took Davian's hand and led him to the throne.

Davian was a little surprised. How could he be so bold in public? Although he knew that homosexuality was not a problem in this era, my king was not that kind of person.

Then, in full view of the knights, Artoria gently placed Davian on her chalk throne.

Amid Davian's surprised expression, she immediately turned around and said to all the knights:

"Now, I appoint Davian as a knight and decree him to be the Lord of Camelot. He is in charge of everything and has the right to conquer all disobedience on my behalf. He is my brother and the embodiment of my will! In Camelot, seeing Davian is like seeing me!"

Among all the people present, only Aguguiwen did not show any surprise, while everyone else was in great shock.

Even Davian himself was in an uncontrollable chaos. There is no two suns in the sky, and no two masters on earth. How can this be possible!

"My Lord! No! You are the only master of Britain. How can I sit on this throne and exercise your power?"

Davian was about to stand up and ask Altria to take back her order, but Altria put a hand on his shoulder. Davian exerted force, and she exerted force. Davian was honest, and Altria withdrew her force.

"Follow my will and the orders of the King of Camelot. This is my best reward for you and the best arrangement for you. Do you understand? Dragon Knight - no, you should be called Lord of Camelot now, Davian Slerik."

Altria's will cannot be challenged, and Davian now has no choice but to accept the title.

"You all! Are you dissatisfied with this decree?"

Altria began to ask for everyone's opinions again, but rather than asking, it was more of a confirmation.

This order does not allow anyone to refuse. This is what she is thinking now.

All the knights immediately replied loudly: "We have no dissatisfaction at all! From now on, we will definitely obey the will of the King of Camelot and the Lord of Camelot!"

After all, Davian's contributions, qualifications and abilities are really impeccable.

As for other aspects, apart from the fact that he was still single at the age of 30, no one would say anything bad about Davidian.

It would be better to say that most people get along well with him.

The coronation and canonization ended with this order. Davian has now truly become the most powerful person in Camelot after Arturia.

He has political power, and a group of internal affairs officials such as Aggui Wenqing are on his side. They will take the most effective method for the survival of Britain and the rule of my king.

At the same time, he firmly holds the actual command of the First Legion, the most powerful army in the army. The First Legion is the army he brought all the way to the present. Even if my king comes in person, I am afraid it will be difficult to seize power from him.

Fortunately, Artoria really trusted Davian, and Davian gave everything to Artoria without hesitation.

Otherwise, it would probably be a cup of poisoned wine or a handful of white silk. Davidian's power and influence are too great. So great that he can even make his master sleepless.

Davian, who was crowned Lord of Camelot, was not as ecstatic as others thought. This position was certainly an honor, but it also came with pressure.

He always felt that it was a bit too reluctant to confer such a position on someone like himself, and because of his inner distress, he came to the courtyard of the palace alone for a walk that night.

"Princess?"

But he had only taken a few steps when he saw Guinevere looking up at the starry sky. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Why would the princess be here at this time? And judging from her expression, she looked distressed?

"Ah. Is that Master Davian?"

Guinevere turned around and looked at Davian, and she also showed a surprised expression, because she also saw a distressed look on Davian's face.

This is really interesting, two troubled people can't sleep and meet at this time. Although the reasons for the two people's distress are completely different.

Davian thought he understood Guinevere's thoughts, and asked with some helplessness:

"My Lady Princess, why haven't you gone to bed yet? Is my king still working? If so, I will go and persuade my king. It is not right to neglect your wife right after your wedding."

But Guinevere just shook her head gently:

"No, Lady Altria has fallen asleep. She slept soundly and peacefully, obviously exhausted by what happened in the Round Table Hall during the day.

I am just a little distressed, afraid that I am not qualified to be a qualified princess, and will cast a shadow on the glory of the king, which would be a dereliction of duty."

This is true, but not the whole reason. Guinevere did not tell the key to the matter, but only this part.

After hearing her words, Davian couldn't help but shook his head. Isn't this the same? Both of them were troubled by their own identities and couldn't sleep for a while.

But he still tried to comfort Guinevere:

"I feel the same way. Sigh, you gave me the title of Lord of Camelot without even asking for my opinion first. At least you should understand my confused mood afterwards."

Speaking of this, Guinevere showed a happy expression and said congratulations: "I haven't congratulated Lord Davian yet. You have now become the lord of Camelot. You are the number one under my king." Where are the people.”

"Oh~ Don't say that. It gives me a headache just thinking about it. What is the number one person under the Knight King? It gives me a headache."

Davian scratched his head and prepared to go back and take a cold shower to calm himself down. He was really distressed.

"Is this how you feel after being crowned Lord of Camelot? That's really your style." A pleasant voice sounded behind him. Davian turned around like lightning and drew out the Dark Sword. The purple light on the sword shone brightly.

There is only one person who could cause Davian to react so violently, and there is no need to elaborate on who that person is.

Chapter 134 The unknown night

"Why are you here!" Davian protected Guinevere behind him. If a fight really broke out, he couldn't guarantee that Guinevere would be unharmed in the fight with Morgan.

Because he also didn't want to hurt Morgan. If they started fighting, he would probably be in a dilemma in the end.

Guinevere was a little curious, who was this woman who suddenly came here? She suddenly appeared here, so her level of magic must be no less than that of Lord Merlin.

"I just wanted to congratulate you. You have become the most powerful person in all of Britain. She has become the king, and you have become her crowned general. It's really enviable, but also really disgusting. For that damned red dragon, you are willing to risk your life to such an extent."

Morgan walked up to Davian and pushed his dark sword back into the scabbard without any hostility.

At this distance, she put her life and death in Davian's hands. She knew very well that Davian could have chopped off her head with a sword just now, but Davian did not do so.

He is still like this, his feelings have not changed. He is still in love, but he is destined to be unable to get the love he wants.

So she gently stretched out her fingers and teased Davian's face. Davian swallowed his saliva. This seemed a little too exciting for him.

Although he had experienced countless battlefields, Davian almost suffered a direct defeat in front of her.

Davian reached out and grabbed Morgan's mischievous hand. He warned:

"Don't do this, don't force me, I don't want to kill you. You must have a purpose for coming here, although I don't know what you are planning. But out of my responsibility, I should swing my sword and kill you now."

Morgan laughed, she laughed wildly. She drew her hand away, then opened her arms to expose her defenseless body and said:

"Come on! This is my true form. You can kill me right here with one sword and put an end to it once and for all. But... Davian, my Davian. Can you do it?"

This was a naked provocation, even if Davian was the Lord of Camelot. But he couldn't do it, he wasn't really cold-blooded.

On the contrary, even if it was just one of his legion soldiers who was seriously injured and retired, he would feel sad for it. Not to mention that the woman in front of him really occupied a large proportion in his heart.

"Go! Go!"

In the end, Davian could only expel her like a plague. Davian did not want to see her here. It was because she was Morgan Pendragon, a secret that Davian had buried deep in his heart.

“Ha. Hahahahaha!”

Morgan laughed like a night owl and continued:

"Davian, you can't kill me. Because you love me, and I am your weakness. So even if you know that I am the biggest threat to the Red Dragon, you can't kill me. You didn't lose to me, but to your own heart."

Davian did not refute her words, but he still said stubbornly: "Well, I can't stop myself from falling in love with a bad woman. But I can control myself from seeing her! Get out of here quickly, as the Lord of Camelot, I Deport you!"

"Wow~ What a great authority. Then I will obey your orders and leave. Anyway, I have done what I wanted to do.

Davian, you will spend the rest of your days in pain. Because in this Britain, you are destined not to be able to hold me in your arms. Just because - you chose to betray me! "

At the end of Morgan's words, she disappeared. Davian showed a lonely expression after she left. There was no need to hurt his body at all, just because she could hurt her heart to the maximum extent.

"Lord Davian, who is she?" Guinevere asked quietly beside Davian.

Although he didn't want to explain, since it was Guinevere's question, Davian still answered her reluctantly:

"Morgan Pendragon, the Queen of Orkney in the North, the mother of Lord Gawain, Lord Agragwen, and Lord Gaheris. You should know that I killed King Lot. But this is not the main reason why she hates me..."

After saying this, Davian scratched his head frantically, making his entire hair messy.

Morgan's presence still made his heart frantic. He once said that Sir Tristan's heart was as turbulent as the waves of the ocean.

It's the same with him now. He is already thirty years old, but he is still like a young boy in this regard.

"You... seem to love her very much?" Guinevere asked cautiously. It was the first time she saw Davian with such an expression.

The dignified Lord of Camelot would actually be so confused and unable to fight back in front of a woman. It could be said that he was defeated without any ability to fight back.

Only this time, Davian looked at Guinevere coldly and warned her:

"This is not something you should know, Princess. Please return to my king now. It's already late. It's not good for you to be here alone. People will gossip about you."

This was an order to leave, and Guinevere understood what he meant. So she lifted her skirt to salute, then slowly walked back to Altria's bedroom.

And when she left here, Davian said to the side: "Come out, you have been watching for too long."

Hearing his words, the person hiding nearby slowly came out. Davian sighed when he saw the person coming, and he waved his hand to signal the person to leave.

He is a spy under Aguwen. Really, has he arranged everything here? He is really an executive who is always busy.

"Go tell Aguguiwen what's happening here, and then notify him to come here to see me. Really, he really doesn't care about himself. If others knew that he arranged so many spies, his popularity would be completely ruined."

After that, he sighed continuously. There was nothing he could do. Davian felt that he had worked hard enough. But Aguguiwen really worked harder. He was simply a king of rolls.

The spy nodded, indicating that he would convey the message, and then disappeared into the darkness. Davian continued to wait in the courtyard.

A little later, Agguiwen strode towards him, his face showing no anger or any other emotion. Davian sometimes thought he was too calm.