Davian Holy Grail War

Davian quickly pulled over a chair and asked the king to sit down.

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

But the only thing worthy of being put on the display stand was a common headband.

"I want to talk to you about Mordred." When Arturia mentioned this, Davian's expression became helpless. This matter really troubled her.

"You mean she is actually your son... that's it." Davian sighed. I'm afraid only the four of them know about this matter now... no, four of them and one dream demon know about it.

Arturia showed a look of surprise, and she couldn't help but said: "You already know? From where?"

"When Morgan came, he happened to overhear her conversation with Mordred and learned this fact which also shocked me deeply. How did you deal with it?"

Davian was also very curious about how Altria would deal with this matter. Mordred's attitude was still very calm.

"I told her that I could acknowledge her as my son in private, but I could not give her the throne. From the moment I knew she was my son, I knew she would not live long.

She is a man-made person that my sister created using my life essence, but such a man-made person will not live long. In addition to the problem of ability, I can acknowledge her as my son, but I will never pass the throne to her. "

Artoria's words drew frequent nods from Davian. This was the best possible outcome. After all, he knew that the throne could not be passed on to Mordred.

If that were the case, it would cause unrest. They have worked so hard for so many years and cannot afford to fail at this moment.

“I believe your words should comfort her. After all, even though she doesn’t have the throne, you acknowledge her as your son.

There is no child in this world who does not desire his father's approval. It is enough for you to say this, and I believe she will understand it in her heart. "

Davian also has confidence in Mordred, and she will not be easily provoked by Morgan.

When Altria heard Davian's thoughts, she smiled with relief.

Yes, after all, Mordred has been by Davian's side and has been taught by him for so long, so she would not do anything reckless.

"Go back and rest, Artoria, you must be tired." Davian also hoped that Artoria could rest early, after all, it was already late at night.

"What you said is that it's really time for me to rest." Artoria stood up, but at this time both of them heard eager footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

After that, Wenchenlieb opened Davian's door directly. Before he could see the people in the room clearly, he shouted: "Legion Commander! Do you know where King Arthur is? I can't find it anywhere..."

"Calm down, Mr. Wenqinlibu, I'm right here. What happened?" Artoria motioned to Wenqinlibu to calm down first. There's nothing to worry about now, right?

Wengenrib felt a little relieved after seeing the two people here, but he was still very anxious and said hurriedly: "My king! Commander of the legion! Something bad has happened, Lancelot... Lancelot has escaped. !”

Chapter 147 The Poisonous Woman’s Whisper

At this moment, Mordred was in a state of confusion, and all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined in her heart at this moment, making her at a loss, and she didn't even know what to do.

She followed at the end of the team, while Aguguiwen was at the front.

Then a team of thirteen people ambushed in the garden early. She had heard from Aguguiwen that they had something they had to do today.

Although she didn't know what it was, when Aguwen asked for her help, she immediately agreed out of brotherly love.

But because of her previous recognition with King Arthur, her mind was not on what Agrawen requested.

It can even be said that when everyone else was concentrating, she was still daydreaming about the things between her and King Arthur.

[Acknowledges that I am his son, but why is he unwilling to pass the throne to me, and why is he unwilling to tell everyone in Britain about this? Why? Why? 】

This problem has been lingering in her heart, Mordred's whole mind is on it, and she can't get rid of these problems in her heart. It can even be said that she just wants to understand why?

[Is it because I am Morgan’s son? Just because I am her illegitimate child? So if I can't, everyone else can, Davian, Gawain, Gareth, maybe they can. But isn’t it just me? 】

This was an answer she didn't want to believe, but when she considered it factually, she felt that it was true. She was not without talent, and she was not without ability.

But King Arthur told her himself that she would not choose him as the heir to the throne.

So when Agrawien led the knights to try to capture Lancelot, and Lancelot killed Agrawien with one punch and took the weapon and started killing everyone, Mordred immediately chose to escape.

She couldn't die here, she had to know the answer. Why couldn't she become the king, why couldn't her identity be made public, why?

She ran away from this garden and went to find someone...the queen, who would definitely tell her why.

When Davian and Arturia came to the garden under the leadership of Wenqinlibu, all they could see were the twelve corpses at the scene, including Agguiwen, and the princess who was standing there without any blood on her body. .

Davian couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. He looked at the mess at the scene and couldn't believe that Lancelot had done it. Killing his compatriots and having an affair with the princess.

How could his friend and brother Lancelot do such a thing?

Altria just sighed, she knew this day would come sooner or later.

From the day Guinevere actually married her, she knew that this silent, cruel and ruthless pressure would make her unable to continue to bear it.

I just didn't expect that reality would be so out of control.

She walked over, took off her cloak and put it on Guinevere before anyone else came over, and said softly: "It seems like this is what happened in the end. I can't forgive you anymore. Guinevere.”

"How could this happen... King, it is my personal problem that led to this situation. I... I..."

The princess's tearful appearance made Davian and Altria not know how to blame her for her mistakes. How could Davian and Altria, who deeply understood her inner pain, blame her for her mistakes?

However, when the other knights arrived, Artoria was already far away from the princess, and Davian and Wengenrib had already collected the corpses of the knights at the scene.

"King, what happened?" Gao Wenqing walked over with a cold face. He couldn't believe that such a thing would happen. The princess actually secretly had a tryst with Sir Lancelot behind the king's back. This was a great breach of ethics.

"Put the princess... no, Guinevere in the confinement room to reflect on her actions. We will decide tomorrow how to deal with this matter."

Altria sighed and made a decision on the current situation. Even Davian was not qualified to speak on this matter. If there was anything else to say at this time, it would only be to agree with the king's decision.

Under the guard of a group of knights, Guinevere was taken away from the scene. Gawain looked at the last piece of white cloth, and underneath it was Agguiwen's body.

Gawain fell into anger, Agguiwen was not wrong in this matter. After that French knight did such a shameless thing, he actually committed such a heinous crime. How can this be forgiven? How can this be forgiven?

"My king! I request your permission to capture Lancelot! In the name of the Knight of the Sun, I will make him confess his crime and be executed!"

Gawain immediately knelt on one knee in front of King Arthur and asked for permission to capture Lancelot. He couldn't let Lancelot go unpunished, for the sake of King Arthur and his brother Agguwen.

But Artoria did not agree with his idea. Instead, she shook her head and advised Gawain:

"Lord Gao Wen, don't forget our responsibilities. The most urgent task now is to ensure that this matter does not spread out. Lancelot's matter will be discussed later. Do you understand?"

Although unwilling and angry, Gawain still endured because of the king's order. He is not yet overwhelmed by anger, or he can still restrain himself.

Davian stood up in silence. He looked at the Knights of the Round Table who were still at the scene and said, "Today's matters will be discussed tomorrow. In the name of Lord Camelot and King Arthur, everyone please go back."

Davian had already used his authority to drive away everyone present, and no one else dared to say anything more. Everyone could see that this was not something they should get involved in.

Meanwhile, Mordred had found the person he was looking for. Morgan appeared in front of her at the right time, just because she wanted to see her mother, so she came.

"My son - Mordred. You are so confused now, why?" Morgan's gentle words entered his child's ears like a spring breeze.

Because of Agrawen's failure, she adopted a completely different educational method for Mordred. It can even be said that Mordred relied on her a lot.

"Mother, why does the king recognize my identity as her son, but is unwilling to pass the throne to me? Why? Is it just because I am a bastard who cannot be seen in public?"

Mordred's expression was distorted. She was caught in an inner struggle. She wanted to tell herself that it was not because of these kings that she was not chosen as the heir to the throne.

Morgan chuckled and continued in her ear, "My child, you are the king's son. You and she are equally capable. She is unwilling to inherit the throne to you because she herself is also a bastard.

Just because of the same experience, even if she admits that you are her son, you are nothing but a stain on her, a shameful existence. How could she pass the throne to someone like you?"

"It's not like this! It's not like this! The king is perfect, she will not have such selfish motives! She will not have it!" Mordred covered his head and roared, she would not believe that such a thing would happen, absolutely It wasn't because of these kings that they treated her like this.

Chapter 148 Let Britain burn!

"Then why didn't she pass the throne to you? Don't you have any talent or ability? No, no, no, no, my child.

You know in your heart that you have already possessed the talent to be the king of a country after being influenced by Davian for many years. So why not let you become the heir to the throne?

Why? You already know the reason, right? "

Morgan's whispers led Mordred's heart to the dark answer, the answer that Mordred was most unwilling to believe.

At this moment, in Mordred's tangled heart, Morgan's words were gradually tipping the balance between good and evil into an imbalance.

"You will never be able to stand in the sun and proudly announce to the world that you are her son.

Just because of your birth, just because you are my, Morgan Pendragon's, and not Guinevere's son.

So you can't, but Davian can, Gawain can, and even Gareth can.

But... oh~ my poor Mordred, you will never be able to get your father's love, and you will never be able to become the heir to the kingdom.

Just because she hates you!"

Every word, every word of Morgan hit the cracks in Mordred's heart as accurately as a chisel.

Modred, who was not a scheming person, was completely controlled by Morgan at this moment, and the balance in her heart had fallen into the bottomless abyss.

Mordred has strayed from the right path for no other reason than that what Morgan said was "the truth".

Mordred once vowed to become the tip of my king's sword and to be the one who removes his filth.

But now, the terrible truth was revealed to her. She herself was King Arthur's filth, and the king would not remove this filth.

Simply because if he did so, the Round Table would fall apart further and it would cast a shadow on the King's own glory.

That was exactly what she thought, although there was already a precedent of infighting within the Round Table.

Davian severely injured Tristan and nearly killed him. Lancelot even killed Agraven today, completely destroying the unity of the Round Table.

But the king has never done such a thing. The king is perfect and rational. She will not make Mordred's identity public, just because she is a shameful illegitimate child, the child of a witch.

But she would never expel Mordred, simply because she had become a member of the Round Table.

"Why, why is it so! Why are you unwilling to pass the throne to me? Why can they do it but I can't?

I once just wanted to be your shadow, but you refused to acknowledge me! You like this! You like this! You like this! Everything! Everything! Everything! I will destroy it all! Arthur! Let this Britain burn! "

Mordred's heart fell into darkness. Madness, desire, and demands, these many emotions blocked her heart.

No light can enter her heart anymore, she will become the destroyer of the kingdom, destroying Britain, Camelot, everything.

"That's right, my son. If she won't give you the kingdom, then you should go and take it all yourself. If you can't take it, then it's better to destroy it."

Morgan is deepening her influence on Mordred, and now the situation is developing exactly as she wants. This is the most perfect revenge after countless years of accumulation.

"Tell me! Tell me! Mother, what should I do? How can I do all this?" Mordred sought solutions from her mother, she couldn't do it alone.

She must have more power and more supporters.

Morgan chuckled and said to her, "Go back to the round table, my child.

Lancelot's behavior has undoubtedly added a huge wound to the Round Table. You just need to continue to show your excellence and gather those who have been secretly dissatisfied with King Arthur.

When the time comes, you can raise your hand and get everything you want... or destroy it."

Mordred nodded and left. After she left, Morgan burst into uncontrollable laughter.

This was a catharsis for her inner feelings. She had been pretending to be a virtuous mother to Mordred for so many years. And on this day, her efforts were rewarded.

However, the next moment, flower petals were floating around Morgan. Morgan turned around, just in time to see Merlin coming.

"Oh my, this is a rare visitor. How long has it been since we last met? Ten years, or twenty years? Teacher Merlin?"

Morgan looked at Merlin with a contemptuous smile, and at this moment her evil side was fully revealed. If anyone saw this scene, I'm afraid that except for Davian, no matter who it was, they would find it terrifying.

"It looks like your revenge is going to succeed? Should I congratulate you?" Merlin's face was not as relaxed as usual. In his eyes, the story of King Arthur was coming to an end.

Mordred will be the one to bring it to an end, and that's it. After years of hard work, he is deeply moved to have come this far. Let Altria rest.

Britain has reached its limit and the king's mission to save the country should be over, so he feels it's time for her to rest, that's it, it's time to end.

"Congratulate me? If I had won Camelot, the chalky throne, and Davian, you should have congratulated me.

But you must have seen the end, right? Yes, just like Davian, you saw the damn end. "

Morgan hated all this, because she could push Mordred to destroy Britain and Camelot, but what would she get after that? She would get nothing.

“No one will get the happiness they desire at the end of this story, whether it’s Davian, Altria, Mordred, or you in front of me, no one will get what they want.

But everybody did what they could to get it to this point. So it's a solid story. That's fine.

Ah, one last thing. I will get Davian out of your entanglement. He has worked so hard for so long, and I shouldn't let someone like you entangle him to death. This is my reward for his efforts for more than 20 years. "

The moment Merlin finished speaking, a cold blue spear of light came towards him and blasted a huge deep pit where he was.

However, Morgan clearly saw that just before the spear of light hit Merlin, he turned into countless petals and disappeared.

No one will get the happiness they desire at the end of this story. If it were anyone else, this might just be a vicious prophecy. But if it's Merlin, this is often the coming reality.

Morgan looked into the distance. That was where Britain was, and that was where Davian and Altria were. Britain's story would come to an end from this moment on, and everything would come to an end.

What will she get in the end? She doesn't know, because she can no longer see any more future.