Davian Holy Grail War

As Mordred said, let Britain burn!

Chapter 149 The first person to surrender

The king entered the deep and dark confinement room to meet Guinevere. Davian personally guarded the door and did not give anyone else a chance to enter and understand their conversation.

After Lancelot escaped, this matter was uncontrollably exposed to the public.

The voices calling for the princess to be burned at the stake became more and more intense. Even with the intervention of Davidian and Altria, the situation could no longer be suppressed.

Davidian let out a long sigh. How could this matter become so out of control?

Although there is a cause for every effect, he did not expect that such a huge disaster would still occur. Should he sympathize with the princess? Or should he spurn Lancelot? He was also confused.

He knew Lancelot's character, he was undoubtedly a good man. The princess's life in the past ten years was undoubtedly a decade of torture, and she must have been under great pressure.

It was normal for her to go to Lancelot. Given Lancelot's sensibility, he would not just sit back and watch the princess' predicament.

From heart to heart to falling in love, I don't know what they are thinking in their hearts. It is really hard for them to endure the torment of betraying my king while at the same time longing for comfort from this forbidden relationship.

"Lord Davian, please have something to eat. I brought you some wine, bread, and meat." Gareth walked towards him with a plate. However, Gareth, who usually had a smile as warm as the sun, now had a sad look on his face.

This incident had a huge impact on the Round Table. Even she, who had only been a new member of the Round Table for a few years, was deeply shocked by it.

Davian ruffled her hair, Gareth smiled helplessly and then held Davian's rough hand. At this time, Gareth also noticed that there were more white hair on Davian's head.

After his brother Aguwen passed away, all the vacant internal affairs work in Camelot fell on Davian at once. But Aguwen had been doing this for so many years, how could Davian take over his unfinished business in such a hurry?

Therefore, I can only spend more time and exhaust my spirit.

If the conversation between the princess and the king had not been so important, Davidian would probably still be frantically dealing with various affairs in the interior hall, waiting for the king's formal order.

Davian picked up the food silently and started eating. He didn't eat much now.

Gareth had been with him for nearly ten years, witnessing Davian's hard work, from an energetic and perfect knight to the exhausted ordinary man he is today.

Gareth really wanted to share his worries, but she was not qualified yet.

When Davian finished eating, he stood up and said to Gareth:

"Gareth, you must live well. You are the future hope of the Round Table. If our generation can continue to pass on to you, then you must shoulder the First British Glorious Permanent Regiment, as well as my title and position as Lord of Camelot. Do you understand?"

At this moment, it was simply decided. Although the people in the Brilliant Eternal Legion had long understood that Gareth was the best successor, they also understood that others simply did not have the level and qualifications to compete with Gareth.

But before today, Davian had never told Gareth these things openly.

Gareth's eyes turned red, and she almost burst into tears. She really wanted to throw herself into Davian's arms and cry bitterly, but she knew that Davian was in much more pain than she was.

So she could only lift the tray, bow to Davian and leave. She was the hope of the Round Table and she had to work hard.

After a while, Artoria came out of the dark and gloomy confinement room. Davian saluted her, but Artoria signaled him not to do so.

She had already made up her mind; she knew what to do and how to do it.

But seeing Wang silent, Davian understood. Sure enough, the impact of this incident was still too bad. Under the current circumstances, the princess could only be sentenced to death.

"The princess will be burned at the stake in seven days. I will announce this matter to everyone tomorrow. Let Gareth and Gahoris do the job of guarding the execution ground..."

Hearing Artoria's words, Davian smiled bitterly. He couldn't help but said: "You should relent and let the two of them go. I'm afraid Sir Lancelot will understand when he sees it. That's basically letting him grab it." Leave as soon as you get the person."

Of course, the ones in charge of guarding the execution ground were the youngest Gareth and the mature, steady and very calm Gaheris.

Lancelot would surely understand the king's meaning when he saw these two people. After all, if he really wanted to ensure that the execution was foolproof, Davian or Altria would personally be at the execution ground.

"Oh? I didn't say that. As the Lord of Camelot, how can you go to such a place? Of course you have to stay in the palace to deal with the government affairs left by Agragwen's departure...

The only person I feel sorry for in this matter is the deceased Aguguiwen."

Altria showed a lonely expression. After Aguiwen's death, she felt like she had lost an arm.

"He should have informed me before deciding whether to proceed. But he didn't. Obviously, in his eyes, this matter has already had a huge and terrible impact on your reputation and the king's reputation.

Even though he knew the princess's misery, he still couldn't bear it. Because when everyone else was enduring, the first person to succumb to the pain and do something wrong would be the one to be criticized by thousands of people. "

Davian lamented that it was because he was too loyal, even to the point of obsession, that Aguiwen would do such a thing in anger.

Davidian still hasn't forgotten the ferocious expression on Aguguiwen's face when he closed his eyes for the last time.

"You've had a hard time during this period. I'm sure it's been difficult for you to deal with the vacancies left by Agraguiwen's death." Looking at Davian's white hair and the wrinkles on his face, Altria couldn't help but feel pity in her heart.

When they met, Davian was sixteen and she was twelve. From the time they met until now, she remained youthful, but Davian had already entered middle age.

Even after all these years of stress, work, and fighting, Davian looked old.

In order to maintain Britain and relieve the pressure on Altria, he had to do more than anyone else.

"Ageguiwen is truly a genius in administrative management. In just over a decade, he has actually established a mature and reliable government system.

It is not easy for me to take over such a huge task in such a hurry. But it's okay, I can still hold on. After you make the announcement tomorrow, I will arrange a suitable execution ground. I hope everything will go according to your ideas. "

Arturia nodded, she believed that Lancelot would not be so crazy that he could not understand such a small thing.

"It's great that you are still with me." She said sincerely.

"Of course, as I said, even if they turn their backs on you and are afraid of you, I will definitely stand by your side and fight for you until the last moment, I swear."

Chapter 150 The ensuing tragedies

King Arthur's decision to burn the princess at the stake spread throughout Britain, and Gaheris and Gareth took on the task of guarding the execution.

The two of them already understood the king's arrangements and Davidian's intentions.

King Arthur and the Lord of Camelot have already made their judgment, so as subjects they only need to obey.

The seven days passed quickly, and when Gareth was about to go to the execution ground, Davian helped her to tidy up her appearance.

Gareth accepted Davian's every move, but said shyly: "You don't have to do this for me personally. Lord Davian, I'm eighteen years old. I'm an adult!"

Davian smiled and then placed a standard longsword on Gareth's waist.

Seeing this action, Gareth couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is it necessary to bring weapons? When Sir Lancelot sees me and Brother Gaheris, he will definitely understand what my king and you mean, right?"

"Just in case, isn't it? I know you were able to fight Gawain for two hours in broad daylight recently. You have indeed become more skilled, but your experience is still far behind mine.

Isn't it important to be prepared just in case? The scene will be very chaotic, and it will be much better if you bring a weapon. " After that, Davian patted her shoulder and made the soft armor fit better.

"Well! This is my successor, so outstanding, everyone will like him. Well, go ahead. Remember, there is no need to stop Lancelot, just let him kidnap the people and leave."

Davian smiled, he was always so affectionate to Gareth. Gareth placed Davian's hope for a better future, even if it was a little unrealistic, but he still hoped that Gareth could thrive with the future of Britain.

Gareth smiled and nodded, then hugged Davian. Davian returned the favor with a warm hug, and when the two let go, Gareth also set off to the execution ground to complete the task she should complete today.

David also smiled and went to the government hall, ready to deal with his work for the day. Now his work is really endless no matter how hard he tries. To put it in his words before he traveled through time, this is 996.

No, maybe it's 997, all I do is work and sleep.

Of course, there are some tasks that need to be reported to the king occasionally, so that the king can make the decision personally. However, most of the work can be done by Davian himself, and there is indeed a lot of work left by Aggravin.

But the officials trained by Aguguiwen were also very reliable, at least very useful. It was just a pity for them that they had to work around the clock with Davidian.

“This incident has had a terrible impact, and the princes from all over the country actually dared to delay paying the taxes they should have.

Hmm... maybe we should regroup the Eternal Glory and go door to door to let them know that although something has happened, the authority of our king has not yet fallen."

Davian looked at the various documents submitted. Really, these guys still don't understand.

King Arthur did not have the generosity of a king, after all, his wife was taken away by someone else. Such remarks spread throughout Britain, and the knights and princes who were dissatisfied with the king saw a great joke.

For this reason, Davian even felt that he should, or must, teach them a lesson to let them know who is still in power in Britain.

It had been three hours since Gareth left for the execution ground, and Davian thought the matter should be over soon.

And when he came here today, he keenly discovered that Bos was missing. As Lancelot's nephew, he was probably there to help Lancelot. I hope the damage they cause can be small and not cause too much trouble.

However, at this time, a man hurriedly ran into the interior hall. Davian was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this man transferred to the execution ground today? What's going on in such a hurry at this time?

"Report! The traitor knight, Lancelot led people to rob the execution ground! Sir. Gahoris has been killed! Sir. Gareth is still blocking Lancelot, please go to the execution ground immediately! Lord Davian!"

Hearing these words, Davian stood up in confusion. He couldn't believe how such a thing could happen! Is Lancelot crazy? How could he do such a thing!

"Hurry and inform my king! I will set off for the execution ground first! Messenger! Go and inform Wenqinrib to take all the soldiers of the Sixth Company where Camelot is and rush to the execution ground. If I can't catch Lancelot! You guys! We must intercept him outside the city!"

He gave orders as quickly as possible and then cut through the dark space and headed towards the execution ground.

Normally, it would take him no more than a minute to cut a path through the dark space with just two swords, but it seemed so long to him now.

He was extremely anxious because the reality of the situation was far more out of control than he had imagined.

When Davian arrived at the execution ground, he saw the scene he least wanted to see and which made him most angry.

Gaheris fell there, his blood spilling all over the ground beneath him.

Gareth fell on the stone steps of the execution platform, still holding the broken sword in her hand, but the blade had flown away to who knows where.

Lancelot, the culprit of all this, had already chopped off the stake for the burning, cut the ropes, rescued the princess, and fled the scene.

But Davian didn't care about that now. He ran to Gareth and found that she was still breathing. He hurriedly checked Gareth's wound, but found that there was no way to save her.

Her skull was shattered by Lancelot's punch.

He took a look at the cut of the broken sword, which was as smooth as a mirror. That's right, how could a normal weapon stop the holy sword Arondate.

If he had held the lance that had been blessed by countless magic, the situation would probably not be like this.

"Gareth..." Davian was already in tears. Gareth, his favorite junior, the hope of the next generation of the Round Table, fell miserably in front of him.

Why? Why did it turn out like this?

After hearing Davian's words, Gareth actually regained some consciousness. She used her last strength to speak: "Are you here...Dad..."

Then, Gareth's life flame went out. Davian roared to the sky in pain to vent his anger, but after this meaningless roar.

He still took off his cloak and wrapped Gareth's body. He felt so painful that he wanted to cry because he lost too much today, so much that even a man like him would feel heartbroken.

When Gawain arrived at the execution ground, he only saw Davian holding something. But when he saw Gaheris next to him, Gawain understood what Davian was holding.

That was Gareth, of course.

At the same time, Gawain saw Davian's sad face and his clothes soaked in blood. Davian didn't care about the eyes of others at all. He held Gareth's gradually cooling body and left.

He couldn't change the fact that Gareth had been killed, all he could do now was decide where Gareth should be buried.

At this time, he had made a decision in his heart. He must do something about what Lancelot did.

Chapter 151 Father and Daughter

Davian put Gareth in the coffin, and he closed his eyes to recall every moment of Gareth and him.

Two days had passed since Lancelot robbed the execution ground, and after Merlin's magic treatment, Gareth's wounds had healed.

But Gareth's soul is no longer in this body. If anything, her soul has gone to heaven.

Davian personally dug out a burial place for her in the garden, next to the Agguiwen cemetery. Gahoris was also buried here, but Gahoris was buried two hours earlier than Gareth.

When the memory ended, Davian closed the coffin for her and buried her in the ground with Winchenlib. The two said nothing, and no one else dared to approach.

Even Gawain, the eldest of the five siblings, only stood three or four steps away from them, watching Davian and Winchinlib do all this.

But Gao Wen's face was filled with uncontrollable anger. Even though his expression didn't change much, his brows and the corners of his eyes were filled with anger for the murder of his brother and sister-in-law.

He only had four brothers and sisters, and three of them were killed by Lancelot. If he could swallow this kind of humiliation, he felt that he was not a human being.

But the king asked them to restrain themselves and not to attack and kill Lancelot. Davian agreed to this matter expressionlessly. Although Gawain argued with reason, he still did not change the king's mind in the end.

Therefore, he could only endure it until now, and he felt that he was on the verge of losing his mind. He might turn into a vengeful beast and bite Lancelot's throat at any time.

Bedivere, Kai, and Mordred also had no intention of resisting the king's will. After all, even the person involved, King Arthur, chose not to pursue the matter, so so be it.

When the last handful of soil was covered, Davian inserted the tombstone into the ground. He had carved the words on the tombstone one by one with his own hands using the dark sword Yue An.

Although it was somewhat strange to use such a holy sword to carve words on a tombstone, Davian wanted to do so.

Then he looked at Gawain, his face becoming unusually serious. Davian gave Gawain an order with an unquestionable majesty:

"Sir. Gawain! This is the will of the Lord of Camelot. Take ten warriors from the Sixth Company of the Glorious Eternal Legion! Go and bring back the holy sword of the traitor Lancelot. You must do it by any means! To do this, we will not hesitate to kill the traitor Lancelot."

Wincenrib, who was standing at the back, couldn't help but widen his eyes. What kind of hypocrisy was this towards King Arthur?

When our king said that day that we were not allowed to pursue Lancelot, you, Davit, were the first to nod and say that you would not pursue him. But now you directly order Gawain to hunt down Lancelot in the name of the Lord of Camelot?

At the same time, in Winchenrib's memory, this was the first time that Davian secretly disobeyed King Arthur's order. The king had clearly issued an order, but Davian issued another order in the name of the Lord of Camelot at this time.

Is he crazy or is the world changing? How could things turn out like this?