Davidian's Holy Grail War

He was panting heavily, and as time went on, his condition would only worsen. But it didn't matter; even in his current state, he still had a chance to unleash the finishing blow.

Ritsuka looked at him with a sorrowful expression. Arash saw the grief in his heart, so he forced a smile and comforted him, saying:

“Ritsuka, don’t look so grim. While this applies to everyone, it doesn’t suit you at all. By the way, the tragic ending of fighting to the death and being wiped out doesn’t suit you either, so I’m going to give it my all here. You guys hurry to the cave! I’m counting on you to take care of the survivors.”

Ritsuka gritted his teeth, but he still managed to compose himself and shouted to everyone, "Everyone, go and get those who haven't evacuated into the cave yet, let's go! We'll leave this place to Arash."

“A decisive judgment! Very good!” Arash said, then looked at Bedivere. This was the last time; he had some words to say to Bedivere. “I’m sorry, Lord Bedivere. It seems I must take my leave first, unable to help you fight your final battle.”

“Mr. Arash, even you are going to do this kind of thing…” Bedivere’s emotions became even more complicated.

"Really, that's just how we are by nature. If we don't crave powerful heroic spirits, this is all we can do when we die. We complete our mission but lose our lives. That's what happened to me and Winzenrib from your side."

You won the game, but you lost the match. Am I right, Sir Bedivere? And you're in far more pain than I am. You've reached your limit, haven't you? It's a miracle you're still standing.”

As Arash spoke, he walked toward Bedivere and gently patted him on the shoulder.

But Bedivere could only reply that he didn't yet possess the same level of awareness. He was still afraid, afraid to face the battle with the lord and the Lion King.

"That's just something you haven't noticed yet. When you came here, you were fully prepared. Compared to your loyalty, what I did this time is nothing."

Lord Bedivere, you should rest. Or rather, you should have rested long ago. But you still carried this arm, abandoning the last vestiges of happiness. Your lord has long seen through everything. Go, go before him, show him your will. After you cross him, you will face your true purpose.”

Bedivere understood; Arash had already seen through everything about him.

Indeed, under the watchful eyes of those with ulterior motives, what does my little secret amount to?

Lord Davidian was also looking forward to it, hoping that he could stand tall and walk up to him, and then complete the task he was supposed to do with full resolve.

"Alright, enough of this small talk! Let's go! You have things you must do. Lord Hassan, take everyone to safety!" With that, he gave Lord Bedivere a shove, signaling him to leave quickly.

After a brief silence, Cursed Arm bowed to Arash and said goodbye: "Yes, I'll take care of it. Goodbye... goodbye, my best ally whom I met here."

After speaking, he scooped up Ritsuka and led the others to the cave for refuge. Once everyone had left, Arash smiled, drew his bow, and aimed at the descending pillar of light.

"Hmm? Aren't you leaving yet, Mr. Fujita?" Before he looked up, he saw Fujita sitting there, not only sitting on the ground but also drinking wine.

"Hmm... isn't this one of your rare killer moves? It'll be too lonely without an audience. So it's perfect that I'm staying here, so I can also experience your skills."

"And if you mess this up, I'll figure something out. Launch without any worries!" Fujita said, finishing his drink in a toast.

Arash, satisfied with his words, turned to look at the pillar of light descending from the sky, his bowstring already fully drawn. He hadn't expected someone to come to his rescue at a time like this; this was truly a good thing. The timing, the location, and the people were all in his favor; he had taken full advantage of the situation.

"My Lord, as holy as the sun! Radiant Lord who gives all wisdom, dignity, and strength! Behold my heart, my thoughts, and what I will accomplish!"

"Come, God of Creation, Creator of the Stars and Moon! Witness my deeds, my dying moments, my sacred sacrifice! When this final, all-out attack is unleashed, my resilient body will shatter instantly!"

[Stella!]

Having said that, he released the bowstring! A dazzling light, like a shooting star, shot straight towards the pillar of sanction in the sky.

The collision of the two attacks unleashed an astonishing energy shock, which, even for a brief moment, illuminated the night sky as brightly as day.

At this moment, Fujita put down his wine glass, his expression more serious than ever before.

"I can only admire you. There are others who can shoot down stars, but only one who can shatter them. Well done, so beautiful, Arash Kamang."

[Did they decisively defeat the King's Holy Judgment? Even at the cost of sacrificing one Servant, it was truly magnificent. Truly worthy of being the originator of the term "archer," a great hero deserving of recognition.]

David stood atop a distant mountain, taking in the entire scene. He observed everything from beginning to end without making a move.

Then he looked at the heavily armored man wielding a greatsword, or rather—death.

If he hadn't wanted me to perceive him, I would never have sensed his presence. Is this the first Elder of the Mountain? He is truly a fearsome being.

"Then I shall leave, old man of the mountain. Since you did not kill me, it means that my destiny has not yet ended, is that right?"

After saying this, David was about to leave. But strangely, the old man in the mountains, who had been silent until now, turned around and looked at him.

"Lord Camelot, wasn't your destiny already over? Yet you still chose to grip your sword tightly and have come this far. Have you decided on your own fate?"

The old man in the mountain asked him this question, but David gave his answer without the slightest hesitation.

"Of course, when I came here, I had already decided my fate. I want to witness, to witness the final outcome. And at least this time, I want to live and die with my Lord."

The old man in the mountain nodded and then disappeared. David didn't linger either, flying directly from the sky towards the Holy City.

Chapter 206 Agravivan: You're all playing me?

When David returned to the main hall, the people at the round table were arguing. But the cry of the phoenix silenced everyone, and David quickly landed, dispelling the flames on his body.

He reprimanded the crowd with slight displeasure, saying, "This is in front of the King! What kind of behavior is this, shouting and arguing like this? Have you all forgotten your place?"

The two who were arguing quickly replied that they dared not, and then the Lion King said, "It's alright, my David. I understand why you are defending me."

Agravan, you should stop for now. You always seem a bit impatient when facing Lancelot. Alright, since Lancelot has raised that question, I won't hesitate to answer it.”

At this point, the Lion King rose from his throne and addressed his knights:

"Listen up, my knights. It was all my will to use the Holy Lance for purification. The reason why the Holy Judgment has never been brought down in the residential areas so far is simple: once the villages are burned, their cohesion will be strengthened, the resistance will intensify, and eventually they will assemble an army to invade the Holy Capital."

That's pointless. Even with David's great First Legion, there's no need to waste time on such trivial matters.

Upon hearing this, everyone understood that the Lion King's plan had entered its final stage. Therefore, she no longer needed to hold back and could directly use her immense magical power to sweep them away one by one.

With the Lion King's current divine power, there's nothing on this land that can be kept from her, except for the land blessed by the Sun King.

"However, the Holy Lance has entered its final stage. The Tower of the End can finally accommodate us. Our greatest enemy was time, and we must open the Tower of the End before the King who completed the incineration of humanity enters the next stage. And now, that is about to be completed."

The mountain people's resistance is no longer a concern, so I have directly pacified the village, even if it provokes further resistance. Even if they attack, David and Gawain alone are more than capable of annihilating any invading enemy. Any objections, Knight Lancelot?”

This was indeed the Lion King's intention, without a doubt. But Lancelot reacted even more strongly:

"If that's the case, then there's even less need for purging! If the Holy City's defenses are flawless, there's no need to needlessly take their lives!"

But Davidian said, "No, no defense is perfect. Besides, the people of Chaldea are still alive."

"Our King's Judgment has been thwarted! Archer Arash Kamang's all-out attack perished along with the Judgment. Lord Tristan, you've laid down your bowstrings, haven't you? What are their movements now?"

"Huh? That guy actually perished along with Father's Holy Judgment? Ugh, that's infuriating! Isn't this just winning and running away? I've never even beaten Father's Holy Lance, and that guy actually did it!"

Mordred couldn't hold back any longer. He hadn't expected that the guy would leave before he could even have his final battle.

Agraven scolded her angrily, "Shut up, Mordred. You're only making the Lion King unhappy."

"Having taken such a heavy blow from me, how could Lake Light still possess such power? Truly worthy of being called Arash." Lancelot also expressed his admiration, praising him as a great hero of Persia.

But Davidian waved his hand, signaling them to stop and let Secretary Tristan speak first, without asking them to give their opinions. The round table remained the same as always, a bunch of problem children.

"The rebels have now left the mountains and are heading towards the desert. I'm sorry, Lord, my string breaks here. But even so, it's easy to figure out their movements; they're planning to seek an alliance with King Ozymandias. That's truly the worst of all possibilities."

Tristan told her everything he knew, and Davidian nodded in agreement that it was enough.

After hearing this, Agravan was the first to confront Lancelot: "How could you make such a mistake! How do you intend to take responsibility for this, Lancelot!"

"No need for further words. I made the mistake of underestimating my enemy, so let me strike again! Track down the rebels and capture them. After I have cleared my name, I will place these heads before the king, and the king will make the judgment!"

"No need, you idiot! The pursuit will be handled by someone else! You won't get another chance! Gao Wenqing, arrest Lancelot, remove him from all his posts, and immediately imprison him!"

"Calm down, Agcuvin!" Davidian reprimanded. "Are you merely an aide, trying to replace the lord and king in issuing orders? Or do you believe that the king and I have failed in our duties and are no longer worthy to be king and lord?"

Agravan immediately stopped reprimanding Lancelot, lowered his head to the two people standing on the steps and before the throne, and said, "I dare not! It's just that Lancelot's crimes are truly unforgivable, and I acted impulsively..."

"It's alright, we all understand your loyalty." The Lion King waved his hand calmly, signaling him to look up. Davian had already played the bad cop, so she would naturally step in to play the good cop to put everyone at ease.

At this moment, David turned to Lancelot and said, "So, can you make it in time? Capture the rebels and return before the Tower of the End opens, Lord Lancelot. The fate of those in Chaldea is quite formidable; don't let things go wrong."

Lancelot grasped his holy sword Arondette with his left hand, then placed his right hand over his heart and said to the two esteemed lords, "Of course, I swear by my sword Arondette!"

Davian nodded, then turned to look at the Lion King. Their eyes met, and Artoria understood what Davian meant.

So she gave Lancelot the order: "Go then, Lancelot. Hurry up, the Royal Wall is about to open, return before then."

"Yes!" Lancelot turned and rushed outside, while Agravure's dissatisfaction had reached its limit.

Davidian saw through his thoughts and gave him a little spoiler in advance: "Don't get so excited, Agravain. There won't be any problem leaving this to Lancelot. The final outcome has nothing to do with him."

Agguiwen was puzzled. What did this mean? He didn't understand what the final outcome meant either.

"Since you say so, then I will say no more. I have overstepped my bounds before, please forgive me. Lord, Your Majesty."

Tristan then suddenly continued, “Ah, there is one more thing I must report. Among the rebels, there is one. The one-armed knight, the last loyalist at the Round Table, our ally—Sir Bedivere.”

Agravan's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he have only found out about such crucial information now? That person was actually among the rebels…

Wait, what about the battle at the main gate earlier, and when Mordred caused trouble in the Mountain Folk village...?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at the expressions of the others. Gawain, Mordred, and even Davidian showed no surprise. Good heavens, so he was the only one who didn't know? Had this group excluded him?

Chapter 207 Finally

"Mordred, Gawain, did you both know?" He couldn't help but scold the two men for not reporting such an important matter.

Even Lord Davidian knew this. And he, Camelot's aide, knew absolutely nothing? What a joke! Gawain and Mordred were blatantly negligent in their duties!

"No, it's because I don't think it's that important. Because, you see, Gawain didn't say anything either..." Mordred was a little embarrassed; how to put it...

However, she was still loyal and didn't betray David Ann. After all, when she came back earlier, David Ann had implied that she should keep it a secret.

"Don't try to shirk responsibility with such pointless words." Agraven stopped attacking Mordred and turned to question Gawain.

"Gao Wenqing! What's going on here? Why didn't you report this to us, or to the King? Sir Bedivere actually went to assist the traitor. That man, though not particularly strong, has an unparalleled understanding of the inner workings of the Round Table. Moreover, he is the King's servant. Did you misjudge because of personal feelings?"

Gawain explained directly, "No, it's because Lord Davidian asked me to keep it a secret."