Davidian's Holy Grail War

Mordred was so ashamed by Arash's words that he didn't know how to refute them.

But Arash didn't care about his feelings. He continued to bombard Mordred with his words: "Listen up, if you're going to use your life, use it for your dignity or for what you should protect!"

Don't drag us all down with your self-destructive behavior! I may enjoy taking care of children, but I don't want to take care of a brat like you.

Before Mordred could say anything in rebuttal, a clear cry rang out from the sky, forcing him to sheathe his weapon. That guy's here; it seems this is the end of it.

Chapter 197 Ending

The phoenix fell from the sky at that moment, and when the flames subsided, Davidian, in his transformed state, stood there.

He first glanced at Mordred, then at Arash over there. Mature adults should act like this; Mordred and Arash are still quite different.

"Thank you for taking care of Mordred here. Oh, if she were as mature as you, I wouldn't have to worry about her so much. But she's only about ten years old, so I can't say much about it."

As David walked over to Mordred, he roughly ruffled her hair, turning her golden hair, inherited from the King, into a mess.

"Don't rub my head like that, Lord! This is the battlefield!" Mordred's shout sounded even more like a child's.

However, back when Mordred was still serving in the First Legion, older, high-ranking officers often teased her like this. Back then, Mordred was much more adorable than she was in her final, frenzied state.

It was David's revelation of Mordred's dark past that piqued the curiosity of the Chaldea group, with Mash blurting out, "Eh, Lord Mordred, is she only ten years old?"

"This child is an artificial human created by Morgan using the life essence of King Arthur. Although he looks sixteen years old, he is actually only about ten years old. I remember your name is Mash Kyrielight, right?"

It seems that although you inherited that person's power, the memories weren't shared. Ah... wait, he doesn't seem to know about this either.

Davidian tossed his head dismissively and continued to expose Mordred's dark past. Anyway, it was all out in the open, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

After hearing David's words, everyone except Arash looked at Mordred with pity involuntarily.

Even Bedivere was speechless; they had all come to the conclusion that Mordred had been created for a specific purpose. Whether she was alive or now, she had only been used as a tool.

She wasn't even as old as Mash, nor had she received parental love like Ritsuka; she was born merely a tool, a instrument in the rebellion against King Arthur. Her life was spent being used from beginning to end.

"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of look is that? Although the person who brought her into this world had ill intentions, Mordred is definitely an excellent knight. This kid killed me and seriously injured my king. I told you those things not so that you could insult her with that kind of look."

Davidian drew a line on the ground with his nameless sword, clearly displeased, indicating that if the group continued to look at him like that, he would charge at them and fight them.

"Lord David, are you no longer bothered by those things?" Bedivere asked David with a complicated expression. David pondered for a moment, then the flames dissipated from his body, revealing his true appearance once more.

"Of course, fifteen hundred years have passed. Our story has become history, even legend. So what's there to care about? Bedivere, don't you understand what I mean?"

This is truly the last time. You bear no guilt. Complete your mission well, then face your end and rest well. You've truly done more than enough.

David's face showed hope; these were his heartfelt words. He hoped that the Lion King could regain his former humanity and that Bedivere could get a true rest.

Bedivere bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. Of everyone present, only Davidian knew the whole truth about him.

Although Davidian had angrily accused him a thousand years ago, Davidian no longer spoke, even telling himself that he was innocent. He just needed to stand tall and complete his mission.

"It seems you've taken my words to heart to some extent, that's good. Let's go, Mordred, your mission is complete for today."

After saying that, David turned and walked out of the mountains. He didn't care about getting lost; if he did get lost in the mountains, he could just fly out.

"Oh...oh! Wait for me, Lord!" Mordred immediately turned around and followed Davidian.

However, before leaving, she turned back to the Chaldea members and said sternly, "I admit defeat this time! After all, all the troops I brought were wiped out, and I almost got killed by you too. But since you'll be coming back to the Holy Capital sooner or later anyway, let's settle the score then!"

This is the price for being spared by you, a knight's oath I will never break! Live well until that day, or I'll be angry if someone else kills you!

David turned to her and said, "Hurry up! Saying such harsh things before leaving, I feel you're probably going to lose again!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute, I'm really strong! How can you always say that others have lost!" Mordred laughed as he ran to catch up with David, and the two walked side by side towards the edge of the mountain.

Once the two had walked away, Leonardo da Vinci finally let out a long sigh of relief. She plopped down on the ground and exclaimed that she was exhausted and would definitely need to rest properly later.

The others laughed and went to her side, and only then did Cursed Wrist reveal himself. He had been using his aura as an assassin to conceal himself and lurk nearby, preparing to attack as soon as the two sides resumed fighting.

"To be honest, I was really worried to death. Thankfully, the battle is over now," Cursed Wrist said to the group.

He had already gripped the throwing knife tightly, and at the slightest sign of trouble, he would immediately launch an attack on the weaker Mordred.

But Arash said to him with a serious expression, "It's a good thing you didn't make a move, Lord Cursed Arm. If you had intervened and reignited the fight, everyone here today might have been wiped out. Is that the lord of Camelot? To be honest, I'm not confident I can defeat him."

Everyone couldn't help but nod, confirming Arash's idea; they really had that feeling just now.

Mordred and David Ambi were like children just starting out with weapons, while David Ambi was a fully grown adult.

The gap between the two sides is simply incomparable.

"It would be good if we could get through this peacefully. We need to figure out a way to deal with David. Otherwise, it would be pointless to even enter the Holy Capital, as the enemy's combat strength far surpasses ours."

The gap is now too large; it's not something that can be easily bridged. This is so difficult, this time in the Sacred Round Table realm.

Da Vinci was having a real headache. Why was this singularity so difficult? All the enemies from the previous five singularities stacked together didn't seem as hard as this one.

Ritsuka recalled the previous five singularities... Indeed, this was the first time they had encountered such a formidable opponent.

The previous enemies were never this difficult to deal with. If King Ozymandias had come to Jerusalem sooner, as he said, things might not have become so complicated.

Chapter 198 Both Sides Are Moving Forward

After walking for some time, David and Mordred finally emerged from the mountains, and it must be said that Mordred's intuition was truly sharp.

She didn't even remember the way; she navigated the mountains purely by instinct. David could only marvel at how talented this kid was, truly befitting of those two men's offspring.

However, David turned his head slightly to look at Mordred's hesitant expression.

It's quite rare to see someone as outspoken as Mordred acting coy and speechless; it's really amusing.

Davidian and Mordred then began a test of endurance, and sure enough, Mordred couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first, asking, "Lord, in your eyes, am I really an excellent knight?"

“Of course, I never lie. After Galahad returned to heaven, you and Gareth were the leaders of the next Round Table in my mind. It’s just a pity that when we learned the truth about you, we understood that with your lifespan at that time, you probably couldn’t live up to our expectations.”

David Ann honestly shared his thoughts at the time; he wouldn't lie about ideas that were already outdated.

Hearing David's words, Mordred's expression darkened. It was her own problem; she couldn't blame anyone else.

She was unlike Gareth, who conceived naturally and was born after ten months of pregnancy. Her lifespan simply wouldn't be long enough for David to take over the Round Table after his death.

It's even possible that she died before Davidian was even alive.

“I don’t know how Morgan managed to bewitch you back then, to the point that you betrayed your knightly pride and self-respect and attacked me from behind. But Mordred, you need to know one thing: you and Gareth were our hope for the next generation.”

David's expression turned serious, and Mordred could tell from his face that he was not joking.

“Actually, I was really sad at the time. Galahad returned the Holy Grail and went to heaven. Bose went back to France because of Lancelot. You are a homunculus, and your lifespan can't support the future. Gareth and... the future of the Round Table was cut off at that moment. My and the King's hard work in raising you turned into a complete joke.”

David rarely showed such sadness, perhaps because Mordred was a trustworthy junior in his eyes, which is why he was saying these words to Mordred now.

Mordred couldn't help but feel sad at this moment, only now realizing the magnitude of the mistakes she had made in her life.

She severed her own glorious future and became a traitor despised by everyone.

But she couldn't blame anyone else. Even with Morgan's influence, it was still her own choice. She herself abandoned everything she could have had and chose a violently destructive end.

She succumbed to her own desires, which ultimately led to her tragic end.

"But what's done is done, and even the boat has turned to ashes. What's the point of saying anything now, Mordred? Just complete this mission well; it's your chance to atone. No matter what the Lion King's ultimate fate may be, as long as you finish this mission well, I, as the Lord of Camelot, will forgive your past sins."

Davidian made this assurance to Mordred in his capacity as Lord Camelot, and he kept his word.

Mordred quickened his pace, walked up to Davidian, curtsied to him, and said loudly:

"Unworthy knight Mordred, this time I will become the King's Blade, the Lord's Sword, and fight to the last moment for the two lords. I do not seek glory this time, but only to atone for my past sins."

Davidian drew his nameless sword and gently tapped Mordred's shoulder, indicating that he, the lord of Camelot, had received her will and would witness her end.

After Mordred got up, she walked alongside Davidian again, but not long after, she asked, "So, what's the deal with Bedivere? Is it really related to King Arthur turning into the Lion King?"

"Haha, I'm not telling you. This is not something you should know. None of you who are left behind can know. This is a matter between Bedivere and the Lion King. I can't even get involved, let alone you."

David laughed after speaking, sweeping away all the sadness he had just felt.

"That's too cunning! Only Lord knows the truth!"

Mordred stomped his feet in dissatisfaction, but Davidian simply reached out and continued to scratch Mordred's head vigorously. Honestly, he was such a brat who needed prompting to take a single step forward.

I really hope she can grow up and become a capable adult soon.

Meanwhile, Ritsuka and her group finally returned to the Eastern Village. The villagers of the Western Village also left their former home with their supplies, as it would be too dangerous to stay there now that the Western Village had been exposed.

"Indeed, the most urgent task now is to rescue our captured comrade. Mr. Cursed Wrist, you mentioned before that a Hassan was captured by the Round Table, right? Can you confirm whether she is still alive?"

Ritsuka asked about Shizumi's condition from the Cursed Arm. If she was still alive, they had to find a way to bring her back. Every comrade was precious now, and they had to fight for everything they could.

“Let Bai Mao explain this. She has organized several rescue operations before. But unfortunately, due to the huge difference in combat power, she has not been able to succeed.” As soon as Cursed Arm finished speaking, Hassan, named Bai Mao, appeared from the shadows.

"Nice to meet you all, I am Hyakko Hassan. Thank you for your help. I will always remember what happened in West Village..." Hyakko stopped there, as she raised her head and met everyone's gaze.

Ritsuka and the other two were all stunned, as was Hyakko. They had met before, in King Ozymandias's desert territory. They had fought each other there for Nitocris.

However, Ritsuka's ability to adapt to changing circumstances was truly remarkable. He quickly said to Hyakuma, "Fate is truly unpredictable..."

"Don't talk like those things are over! I've suffered a lot because of you! You ruined my long-planned kidnapping of Nitocris and exposed my true colors! And now you've saved me. If the First Lord finds out, I'll be beheaded! Ahhh! How could this happen!"

Bai Mao has already entered a state of collapse. What fate has in store for her? This is truly unpredictable, such a pure and utterly depraved misfortune!

Seeing the embarrassed expressions on Ritsuka, Mashu, and Da Vinci's faces, Cursed Arm could only try to smooth things over with a laugh:

"Haha, it's like seeing my past self. It'll be hard to convince her now. But, Bai Mao, let's put the past aside for now. What we need to do right now is rescue Jing Mi, do you understand?"