Davian Holy Grail War

"Thank you, Wenqinlibu. You always help me to open my heart and stop me from overthinking about unnecessary things."

Davian forced a smile and said, "I'm going back to Camelot now. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Yes." After Wenqenrib replied, he saw Davian walking into the dark space. He could see from his back that Davian was somewhat lonely now.

After Davian returned, he finished apologizing to Bedivere and went to find Aguiwen.

He asked Agrawen to pay attention to the attitudes of the knights towards this matter, but to his sadness, no one blamed Tristan.

Even Wang himself did not react much to this incident.

In this dark age, the more perfect she is as a king, the more the knights will doubt their monarch.

Davian even heard an even more discordant voice - people without emotions cannot rule people.

He wanted to order the arrest of those who spread these words immediately, but in the end he held back. My king is not a tyrant like Vortigern, and the knights should not be punished for their words.

But he was always angry. Why didn't these guys understand? Why did they say such things? Couldn't these noble knights use their atrophied brains to think about why the king had to work so hard?

However, Davian had no choice. After Sir Tristan was sent back to Cornwall to recover from his injuries, several knights returned to their own territories and never returned.

Davidian finally accepted the result in silence and didn't say anything more.

Today he was patrolling the city wall as usual, but when he started to walk up the stairs he was surprised.

The king and his wife were standing on the city wall waiting for him. They were both dressed simply. But the king was still wearing armor and a cape, which was the standard attire for the Round Table.

"I'll go with you on patrol today. I've had some free time lately. It's not as busy as before."

When Altria spoke, Davian had already realized that she was a little tired because of recent events. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said that. She didn't hide her worries in front of Davian.

The princess was about to salute Davian, but Davian told him that there was no need. Then Davian said to Artoria: "Later, regardless of whether you are a king or a minister, let's talk as friends."

"Okay." Artoria's response was simple, and the three of them walked side by side on the city wall.

"Don't take recent events personally. Sometimes you just can't help it. If people can live a better life, you don't need to do these things. In this chaotic era, this is a necessary move."

David chose to get straight to the point without beating around the bush. As friends, they should have been straightforward.

Artoria just smiled: "I know, I heard that you were so angry that you knocked over the black tea when you heard Tristan say that, and Bedivere was stunned. To be honest, I didn't expect you would be so angry."

Davian turned his head and glared at her dissatisfiedly before saying: "If it was a joke or to describe me, of course I wouldn't care. But I can't allow others to slander your reputation like this, even if he is Tristan, who is my best One of my friends.”

"So you stabbed him. I heard he was badly hurt. Didn't you know how to use the right amount of force?"

When Altria said this, she couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. She really didn't expect Davian to be so angry.

"He didn't fight back, so I slashed him with my sword for nothing. If I hadn't stopped myself in time, I would have really cut him in half. Fortunately, nothing serious has happened...

Alas, poor Tristan. It is perhaps normal for a sentimental and sensitive man to behave this way."

Davian just sighed. He thought he would fight Tristan with all his strength, but Tristan, who was confused and in great pain, was hit directly by his sword. Davian was stunned.

Then Davian remembered something else. He was about to speak but was beaten to the punch by Altria:

"Don't worry about the knights who have returned to their own territories. There are some things that cannot be helped. I can't help being blamed. This year will be another disaster year for the land.

If the Holy Grail is not found, there is a possibility that some regions will not even harvest anything by the year after next."

The thought of that scene made Davian and Altria even more distressed.

The two of them always have to worry about these things that are difficult to change by human power. After all, this is for the people of Britain, which is really distressing enough.

But as they were talking and laughing, the princess standing on the far left felt a strange feeling.

She felt that she was redundant here, at least next to the two people next to her, she was redundant.

[Perhaps if they hadn't had to present themselves as men, Altria and Davian would have been a more suitable couple? It's just that because of their duties, they have to maintain the status quo.]

The thought suddenly occurred to her and then lingered in her mind.

At this moment, the princess who had this idea cast a deeper shadow in her heart.

Chapter 145 Destiny

Countless years have passed since then, and this is already the tenth year since my king was crowned king.

Most of the knights who set out to search for the Holy Grail for Britain returned empty-handed.

Although many legends were established, the key holy grail was ultimately not found.

Davidian had a very hard time in the past ten years, and his hair turned white in patches.

This is a sad thing, but Davian often tells others with a smile that his hair is much more beautiful now.

But only a few people will understand the sadness in his heart. What happened in the past ten years has made him depressed and painful.

Percival, a pure knight who admired King Arthur more than anyone else and was highly respected by Davian, lost his life while searching for the Holy Grail. (There is a BUG here. The Court of Avalon states that Percival died searching for the Holy Grail, while the new FGO setting states that Percival lived until the Lancelot incident broke out)

Galahad, a perfect knight who was loved by the people of the Round Table and King Arthur, and was considered to be the guardian of the next generation of the Round Table, obtained the Holy Grail.

But because he had no desires and returned the Holy Grail to heaven, he himself also returned to heaven.

Because the hope of finding the Holy Grail was completely cut off, Camelot also fell into sadness, but it was still a glorious sadness.

Lord Tristan was poisoned in a battle not long after returning to Cornwall, and died soon afterwards. Davian went to his funeral and secretly wept for his friend where no one could see him.

Many familiar company commanders of his glorious Eternal Corps had either retired or died in battle.

The Saxons on the other side chose to break their promise without hesitation after changing their leaders and continued to attempt to invade Britain.

In order to stop them, Davian's glorious Eternal Legion paid a price of countless blood and tears, thus preventing the flames of war from spreading on their homeland.

Fortunately, there are still some happy things. The young Silent Knight, Mordred, quickly emerged after joining the Glorious Eternal Legion.

Davian promoted her to be an official of Camelot because of her achievements in both military strategy and government affairs. However, he later learned that this person was also Morgan's child. He was really helpless when he heard the news.

There are only thirteen people in a round table, five of whom are Morgan's children... If it weren't for my king's personal charm, I'm afraid this should really be Morgan's round table instead of King Arthur's.

But Davian still loved this child very much, and even gave her the same treatment as Gareth. Davian taught them everything he knew.

Davian passed on all his knowledge, experience, and insights to the two of them.

Now that Galahad is gone, Davian hopes that these two can shoulder the future of the Round Table and the future of Camelot. To these two people, he could be said to have taught them everything he knew.

But over the years, Davian still had to admit that he preferred Gareth, and could even be said to be doting on him.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gareth was almost destined to be the successor to the Glorious Eternal Legion, and might even inherit Davian's own title of Lord of Camelot.

Davian gave this much to Gareth.

But over the past decade, the condition of the land has become unimaginable.

Davian had to implement a food rationing system in Britain, giving priority to young and strong people, soldiers and pregnant women. He had tried his best just to keep Britain going longer.

But it’s no use. Under the current circumstances, two to three more years is the limit. Britain can no longer sustain itself.

The thousand-year-old Cretaceous Kingdom, the beautiful world of pure white, all of this is nothing but fantasy in the face of this bitter reality.

Davian and Altria both had a rough idea in mind. If there was no way to fundamentally change the current predicament, Britain might not be able to continue to exist.

"This is a summary of today's reports. The external situation is now blocked out, and the internal situation is much more serious. Mr. Agegui Wen, you have to work harder recently.

We used to have sufficient military power, but now, our military deterrence is no longer as strong as before. I don't have much time left in Camelot, so I'll do whatever I can."

Davidian handed over several reports that he had read and given feedback to Agguiwen, and then assigned him to handle the current affairs.

He is now so overwhelmed that he wishes he could split himself into three parts.

Agguiwen looked at the black and white hair on Davian's head and felt a little sorry for him. Among the people at the round table, Davian was the only ordinary human being.

His physical strength was even worse than that of Agguiwen. After all, although Agguiwen was not outstanding in martial arts, he was also Morgan's child. In terms of physical function, he was much stronger than Davian.

But during this time, Agguiwen discovered something that outraged him. That was something that could cast a huge shadow on the king's glory. He couldn't just sit idly by and ignore that kind of thing.

He was ready to expose the matter. No matter what, he must make that man pay the price. Just because he let the king's trust go to waste, and even betrayed Davian's friendship for him.

At the same time, Davian sensed something. A very familiar magic entered Camelot, a magic that he was very familiar with.

So he said goodbye to Aguwen and prepared to go find the owner of this magic. That woman, she came again.

And when he came nearby, he only heard that familiar and beautiful voice telling the terrifying truth:

"Mordred, your knightly game is almost over. I can tell you now that you are the legitimate son of King Arthur, the clone of the king who has copied the essence of her life. No one can inherit this Britain except you. Arthur’s rule.”

With just one word, Davian fell 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 and looked at the king's bedroom in the distance. It turned out that he was that man's son. He is the son of the person he admires and loves the most in his heart!

Great ecstasy filled her heart, and she even left Morgan behind and left.

She couldn't help but want to tell her father about this matter. She desperately wanted to gain her father's approval in her heart.

The reason is simple, simply because he is that man's son.

"How did you do it? She is obviously..." Davian walked behind Morgan, his words filled with uncontrollable shock and trembling. How did you do this?

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

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

And this is the whole process, you see, a perfect result. You like Mordred too, don’t you? "

The moment she finished speaking, Davian had grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall.

Chapter 146 The incident came to light

"How could you do such a thing? Mordred is such a pure child, you are simply playing with her heart! You, why on earth would you become like this!"

Davian's emotions were close to collapse at this time. Because he understood what Altria was thinking, he understood what Mordred would encounter next.

She might recognize the fact that Mordred is her son, but she would never pass the throne to Mordred. The throne of Camelot means endless pain and darkness.

She has suffered so much herself, why should she let others bear the pain?

Not to mention that she can be immortal because of the blessing of the holy sword, so she will have to bear this pain alone.

Even if the king really met with an accident on the battlefield, the throne would not be passed to Mordred.

If Davian is still here, then Davian will take over all of Camelot.

If Davian falls, there are still Gawain and Gareth, and Mordred will not be in the order.

Not to mention abilities, Davian did teach him everything he knew, but those decades of life experience were not something Mordred could make up for.

Davian knew Mordred's level clearly. If she had another twenty years of experience, she would have no problem becoming a king.

But now...it's impossible, absolutely impossible.

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

But Morgan just took off her veil calmly, and Davian was stunned.

She was indeed an extraordinary human being. Even after so many years, her appearance had not changed at all. She was still the one that Daveian had always dreamed of.

"After so many years, you will be forty years old next year. I am so touched, my Davian." Morgan's words were so tender at first. This was her feeling for Davian, which has not changed even after so many years.

But her next words represented her hatred:

"But I won't forget. I will definitely put an end to Camelot, and I will definitely take back what belongs to me! Even if countless years have passed, I will never forget!

That damned red dragon, and the fact that I couldn't get you. I will never forget all of this, so I will do whatever it takes! This is my revenge on you, and also on her."

Those words represented her burning rage, even after all these years. Those feelings still burned brightly inside her, and she would never forget them. She was going to ruin it all, she had to.

Davian let go of Morgan's hand in sorrow and sadness. Perhaps that was why he didn't want to see him. Now it was too late. Everything was coming to an end.

Even he himself, he will be 40 years old next year, but he can't change everything now. He can only follow the arrangement of fate and come to this point.

"Go away." Davian could only say this to ask Morgan to leave. Morgan responded with a cruel smile.

She kissed Davian on the cheek before leaving, and then left, knowing that her goal had been achieved.

Britain's future fate is already determined.

In the days that followed, Davian could not sleep even in bed. The fact of Mordred's true identity made him very worried. If this matter was not handled well, it would be really troublesome.

Fortunately, Mordred behaved normally in the next few days. Davian was relieved. Fortunately, his education was not in vain.

Mordred still puts the overall situation first and does not let personal feelings affect what he should do.

But at this moment, the door of his room suddenly rang. Davian was a little surprised. It was already late at night. Who would come to him?

He opened his mouth to invite the person outside the door to come in. To his surprise, the person who came was Artoria.