Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Therefore, the Knight of the Lake naturally didn't like Galahad, this bastard.

Galahad, who had come to acknowledge his father with great respect, was always ignored and neglected by Lancelot. Over time, a deep rift developed between the father and son.

Therefore, this topic was Galahad's Achilles' heel, and as longtime friends, the gossipy Bos and Percival naturally dared not provoke Galahad.

Glastonbury Castle...

Unaware of this, Galahad pondered the words his two travel companions had mentioned, his brow furrowing slightly and his eyes darting around.

Is it really such a coincidence?

In fact, in his pursuit of the Holy Grail, Camelot extensively collected relevant information, including strange tales and unsubstantiated rumors, all of which were uploaded from various places and converged on the Holy City.

Afterwards, the Round Table group dispatched a team of knights to investigate the truth and verify the information.

A few days ago, a castle that appears and disappears intermittently was discovered in the Glaston region of the southern border.

Legend has it that a friendly and beautiful fairy dwells there, who invites lost and weary travelers to rest in the castle and provides them with an abundance of food that they can never finish eating.

According to the hazy memories of those people after they woke up, this divinely bestowed food seemed to have come from a glittering golden cup.

Therefore, the three of them came here together in search of the legendary Glastonbury Castle.

However, months of trekking and searching yielded no results.

The three had almost given up hope and planned to treat the news as just another rumor that could be dismissed.

However, after Percival and Bose mentioned it, Galahad had an idea and caught up with the two, urging his companions to speed up.

Seeing that Galahad had become serious, Percival and Bose also straightened their attitudes. The three of them forged a path through the thorns and brambles, heading towards the faint outline in the distance.

Several hours later, led by Percival, the three knights traversed the stream and bushes, and their view suddenly opened up before them.

In the distance, an ancient castle built of marble stands atop a rock face, its soaring spire giving one a sense of ethereal tranquility.

The vines outside the house are lush and winding, climbing all over the walls and hanging down like a waterfall of greenery.

The flowers that intertwine on the vines are vying for attention, and from a distance, their vibrant colors outline a question mark shape, which is quite peculiar.

The three of them walked from the low-lying area, through the courtyard, where moss and grass stems peeked out from the cracks in the stone slabs, displaying vibrant vitality and an ancient sense of vicissitude.

With a creaking sound, the door swung open without any wind, seemingly extending an invitation to the three knights.

"Huh? There really are people here? Looks like we can finally sleep in a bed tonight. Maybe we really will get a treat and a decent meal, just like the legends say!"

Before Galahad could react from his reverie, Percival's gaze fell upon a figure standing in the main hall inside the gate. Filled with wonderful anticipation, he excitedly pulled Bose along and stepped inside.

This idiot!

The silver-haired knight frowned and cursed under his breath. Then, he reluctantly put away the purplish-black cross shield in his hand, abandoned his defensive stance, and followed closely behind.

As I crossed the threshold, the blurry feeling instantly disappeared from my sight.

What comes into view is an exquisite crystal chandelier and a spacious hall with warm tones. The rose-shaped stained windows around the hall, illuminated by the soft light from inside and outside, highlight the portraits depicted on them, conveying a sense of holiness and elegance.

The thick cashmere carpet underfoot provides a soft touch to legs after a long journey.

In the fireplace opposite, the firewood crackled and burned, the flickering flames radiating a warm glow.

On the long mahogany table in the center, warm tea, steaming with wisps of vapor, wafts with a rich aroma that instantly invigorates a weary spirit.

The pulled-out pine chairs and the three clean and tidy sets of tableware corresponded perfectly to the number of visitors.

Everything was so harmonious and warm.

"Welcome, travelers seeking redemption."

Just as the three knights were wondering what was going on, a graceful woman dressed in white veils descended the spiral staircase and spoke with a smile.

"Are you the mistress of this castle?"

Percival glanced at the mysterious and unreal face beneath the veil, then politely withdrew his gaze, bowed slightly, and touched his chest before asking the enigmatic woman a question.

"As you can see, knight."

The woman entered the hall and nodded with a light laugh.

"You knew we were coming? Could you be the legendary fairy of Glastonbury Castle?"

Galahad stepped forward thoughtfully, scrutinizing the woman before him.

"The fairy of Glaston Castle? So that's what you humans call me? But it doesn't matter. To listen to the guidance of fate, to offer salvation to the suffering, and to bestow divine revelation upon the seekers—that is my mission."

The mysterious woman smiled nonchalantly at the offensive stare and gracefully gestured for the three to sit down.

“I already know the general purpose of your visit. Whatever you want to ask, I am right here. There’s no need to rush. You must be exhausted from your long journey. Please have a seat and allow me to prepare a dinner for you in accordance with the etiquette of hospitality.”

The hostess's sincere and gentle words and actions made the three of them feel at home.

Under this warm invitation, Galahad and his two companions had no choice but to take their seats first, while the woman turned and went to the back of the hall to prepare for the dinner.

However, even after receiving the mistress's personal admission, Galahad slightly lowered his guard, but his fingers still habitually rested on the jewel-encrusted red-handled cross sword at his waist.

While waiting, Percival noticed Galahad's actions, then reached out and hooked his arm around his younger brother's neck, pulling him close and whispering something to him.

"Hey Galahad, you already have a belt sword, right? When can I borrow this thing for a couple of days?"

"If you're not afraid of a curse, you can give it a try."

Galahad rolled his eyes at his friend and gave a snort of annoyance.

Percival rubbed his hands together, but ultimately gave up on the idea in frustration.

This holy sword was found on a piece of marble that floated ashore. Judging from its style and remaining traces, it should be an ancient divine weapon.

The holy sword also bears a special blessing: "No one can make me move; whoever takes me will be the one who carries me by his side, and this person will be the most excellent knight in the world."

Initially, the sword was drawn by the swordsman Balin, but Balin had a violent temper and soon after drawing the sword, he used it to kill a lake fairy, thus being cursed and dying.

After Balin's death, the red-handled sword was reinserted into the stone, and legend has it that only the knight with the purest virtues can pull the red-handled sword from this floating stone.

So, after a round of attempts, neither Lancelot, Gawain, nor he could pull the sword from the marble; only Galahad could perfectly fit it.

Thus, this incredibly lucky fellow obtained the holy sword and acquired a second weapon.

At that moment, Percival looked around, lowered his voice, and changed the subject.

"However, even if you cherish it, there's no need to hold it in your hand all the time, is there?"

"Better safe than sorry..."

"Most of the threats from Britain have already been eliminated by the King and the members of the Round Table. What problems could there be? Besides, we are here to seek advice and as guests, not to demand accountability. It would be too impolite to do so."

Galahad thought for a moment and realized that he was indeed being too sensitive. He withdrew his hand, relaxed his tense posture, and looked up at the castle.

Looking up, the lifelike murals on the dome immediately captivated his gaze.

The scene depicts a magnificent epic of divine warfare.

On the surface of the void, a white colossus with a halo above its head walks with outstretched arms, spreading distortion and death.

Wherever it passed, the sky fell, stars fell, the earth sank, and the whole world burned.

Under the blazing, ferocious power, decapitated Valkyries, heartless Nymphs, roaring Titans, and falling dragons... one by one, powerful creatures that existed only in legends burned and fell like weeds, yet many more of their kind charged forward one after another.

This is an apocalyptic catastrophe, a fierce battle for survival.

However, there seems to be no detailed record of what happened in this book.

Our Father in heaven,

May all people hallow your name.

May your kingdom come!

May your will be done on earth.

It's like traveling together in the heavens.

Our daily diet,

Today it has been given to us.

Forgive us our debts.

Just as we have forgiven people's debts.

May the kingdom, the power, the majesty, the glory, and the might be yours.

From time immemorial to the present, and forevermore.

Amen…

Just as Galahad was somewhat lost in thought, a solemn murmur reached his ears.

Then, the mysterious lady of the castle crossed her arms over her chest and prayed in a devout manner.

"Gentlemen, thank you for the gift. Please enjoy this divinely bestowed food."

Then, the ceremony ended, and the hostess smiled and stretched out her arms. Golden light from the dome flowed onto the table, gathering before everyone's eyes to form the delicious meal they remembered.

In the dim light, Valkyries danced gracefully, nymphs sang, and angels provided accompaniment. The seemingly real door slowly opened, revealing a world of lush green grass and flowing water to them.

The golden, swirling outline above everyone's heads resembled the rim of a cup connecting the origin of the world to the paradise of Eden.

Upon witnessing such an incredible miracle, Galahad, Percival, and Bose's pupils contracted sharply, and they abruptly stood up. The answer they had been searching for suddenly surfaced in their minds.

The Holy Grail, the instrument that enables all miracles!

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"Is this just..."

The most excited of them all, Bose, suddenly stood up and eagerly pressed for answers.

"It would be very impolite to let our guests go hungry. Let us have a meal first, and then we can discuss other matters. Let's not waste this food that is a gift from heaven."

But the smiling hostess raised her hand to stop them, gracefully sat down at the next table, raised her glass to everyone, exuding elegance and mystery.

"That's right. There are many people outside, but they don't have enough to eat. After traveling for so many days, this is the first time we've been able to eat such a decent and sumptuous meal. It would be such a shame to disappoint you."

Percival sighed, raised his hand to his chest, nodded to the hostess, apologized for the somewhat impetuous Bous, and then pulled his restless companion to sit down.

The mysterious hostess nodded and distributed the fermented bread and brewing wine to everyone, inviting the three visitors to drink together.

Unable to refuse their hospitality, the three Percivals picked up the exquisitely engraved silver goblets, drank the blood-red wine, and their awakened taste buds and empty stomachs gradually led them to obey their bodies' desires, savoring the abundant food spread across the table.

Because all three knights were of noble birth, they had received excellent court etiquette training.

During the meal, everyone sat upright, focusing sensibly on the rare food before them. The subtle sounds of knives, forks, and plates cutting and slicing were quite pleasant to hear. They would also randomly pick out some interesting anecdotes from their journey to chat about, in order to liven up the atmosphere.

The food tasted delicious after being chewed, and the rich vitality and etheric factors not only eliminated the feeling of hunger, but also nourished every inch of the body.

As expected of mana crystals, a gift from heaven.

While marveling at the food, everyone couldn't help but indulge in a hearty meal.

In the towering, ethereal hall, the dome overhead connects the boundless night sky with the world's surface, and the radiant light, like stardust, adds a touch of sacred beauty to the dinner.

Although it did not answer directly, isn't this situation itself a straightforward proof?

During the banquet, Bos gazed dreamily at the outline of the light patterns hanging from the dome, and several times he subconsciously raised his fingers, wanting to reach out and touch the existence of light.

Fortunately, Percival quietly stopped everything to prevent his companion from being impolite to the hostess and causing her displeasure.

After all, they came seeking help and searching for treasure; strictly speaking, the item didn't belong to them.

How things develop depends on the attitude of the woman of the house.

Finally, the three knights, having calmed themselves down and eaten their fill, couldn't help but ask again, led by Percival.

The mysterious woman smiled and nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

“I am aware of Britain’s predicament. As you can see, this is probably what you are looking for: the sacred object that can make the earth full of mana and give the whole world the gospel.”

The Holy Grail! It really is the Holy Grail!

After a long search, things finally took a turn for the better. Percival and Bose couldn't help but show their joy, and even Galahad's eyes lit up. He stood up and went straight to the point, eagerly asking questions.

"Then may I ask, could we borrow the Holy Grail to save Britain from its crisis?"

"I really want to help you all, but I'm sorry."

However, the hostess, who had shown goodwill throughout, shook her head slightly, quite regretfully.

"To be precise, what you see is merely its projection. I have no way of knowing its actual existence. As the guardian of this sacred object, I can only borrow a sliver of its power to benefit the world and spread the gospel of the Lord."