Davidian's Holy Grail War

Agraven's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he immediately turned to look at Davidian. What was this? A direct order from Davidian? Good heavens, Agraven realized what was happening at that moment.

So far, apart from Gawain, Mordred, and Tristan, who have directly met Lord Bedivere, neither I nor Lancelot know anything about Bedivere.

Davidian was clearly above them; he must have known everything.

But now David simply looks up at the sky, as if to say, "What's it to me?"

Agguwen was really losing his composure. What was all this nonsense?

So it turns out a group of people really conspired to keep it from him. If Tristan hadn't been ordered by David to keep it a secret, he might not have known until the end of this mission that Lord Bedivere was also in the rebel ranks.

This was something David hadn't expected; he had previously witnessed Bedivere strike Tristan directly with a Silver Arm.

He thought that Tristan, with his physique, would surely perish, but unexpectedly, thanks to the Lion King's blessing, Tristan was able to return alive.

However, this cannot be blamed on Davian. After all, in a normal battle, Tristan would have no chance of being injured. Davian would never have imagined that he would have such an exaggerated ability after being blessed.

But Gawain still spoke up at this moment: "And personally, I think this is nothing but a trivial matter. He is just a novice who failed to be summoned by the Lion King, a mere rebel."

Those knights don't need any special treatment, because our King is now perfect. I firmly believe that the King's judgment, beliefs, and actions are without error.

In that case, the betrayal of a mere knight won't affect the overall situation. Am I right, Assistant Agraven?

After hearing Gao Wen's words, Agravan was silent for a moment before saying, "That's true. Even if that guy becomes an enemy, he won't amount to much. Thank you for your hard work, Gao Wenqing. Go back and continue guarding the main gate."

At that moment, Tristan plucked a string and said something rather cryptic: "Can't amount to anything? Indeed, if it were the old Sir Bedivere."

"There's a hidden meaning in your words. Sir Bedivere was once your friend. Did you spare his life because of that friendship?" Agraven asked with dissatisfaction.

“How could that be? The blessing I received was the opposite; after that, there were no personal feelings in my heart.” Tristan replied with a smile, and Agravan understood what he meant.

“Indeed, Lord Tristan is not capable of any personal feelings these days.” Agravivan nodded. “Then I’ll trouble Lord Tristan to continue in charge of the city’s security, while Mordred will go and sweep away the forces around the Holy Capital.”

Having received their orders, the two left the main hall. At this moment, Agravure turned around and bowed to Davian and Artoria once again.

"Gentlemen, please forgive my previous rudeness. Please do not take Lord Bedivere's matter to heart. If it is indeed him, we can simply welcome him back to the Lion King's Round Table. There will be no problem. Your Majesty, you only need to be prepared and open the gates of the Tower of the End with peace of mind."

Artoria nodded slightly to indicate that she understood Agravivan's meaning, then waved for him to leave.

Agravan turned and left without hesitation, but he still had some questions in his mind: why did Davidian order Gawain to keep it a secret even though he knew all this?

This is really inappropriate. Davian didn't hesitate at all when he directly defeated all the Knights of the Round Table who had raised the banner of rebellion against the Lion King. It's impossible that he would show favoritism towards Bedivere at this time.

After Agravan had completely left, Artoria's expression changed, a rare occurrence. With a troubled look completely out of character for a deity, she spoke to Davidian:

"No, no matter how heated their discussion was, I couldn't recall anything from the past. Lord Bedivere... who exactly is he?"

David walked to the throne and knelt down. He then reached out and took Artoria's right hand in his, saying, "My king, the answer will soon be revealed. Just wait a while."

I promise all of this will come to an end when he arrives here. You will then regain everything you've lost… Ah, what a pity, if I were still the person I used to be, perhaps I could have done the same thing.”

With Davian's reassurance, Artoria's expression returned to normal. She reverted to her cold and rational Lion King persona, and Davian felt no heartache whatsoever for the current situation.

After all, this matter is about to reach its conclusion, and now all we need to do is wait patiently.

“Davian, this time you’ll be with me until the end, right?” Artoria suddenly said.

David was stunned by these words. After a brief silence, he declared, "Of course, this time I will stand with you until the final outcome. I am the lord of Camelot, and it is my duty to witness the conclusion of this event."

Only when all of this is over can I peacefully lay down my sword and face my end.

"Isn't your ending to walk into the Tower of the End with me and enjoy that eternity?" Artoria's words surprised David, and then he smiled.

It's been so long that he's almost forgotten. Isn't that the kind of person our king is? He always acts with unwavering courage and will, and a strong belief in his own victory.

"Of course, you will win as long as you want to. That's the kind of person you are, and that's how much everyone at the round table believes in you. So do I, after all, I have already entrusted everything to you."

After saying this, David stood up and stood beside the king. Although he already had a general idea of ​​the ending, witnessing that ending was his mission.

Chapter 208 The One Who Inherits Galahad

When Ritsuka and the others emerged from Atlas Institute with all the information they needed, they encountered Lancelot, who had come in pursuit. The Knights of the Righteousness immediately surrounded them, and Mash and the others also immediately went on alert.

Lancelot then stepped out from among the knights and addressed them:

"The escape act is over. You have nowhere to run. If you don't want to make unnecessary sacrifices, then surrender. I don't have that much time to waste on you. If you resist, I won't show any mercy, no matter who it is!"

"It seems you're serious. Ritsuka, step back! The mistakes made by the Knights of the Round Table will be corrected by them."

Bedivere stepped out of the crowd, which surprised Lancelot. He stared wide-eyed at the newcomer; this was completely unexpected.

"No, it can't be. This is an illusion... no, is it still an illusion? Bedivere, are you Lord Bedivere?! No, this shouldn't be happening! You shouldn't be here at all!"

Lancelot looked surprised. At that moment, the monk Xuanzang quietly walked to Ritsuka's side and whispered in his ear:

[Ritsuka, don't you think the Round Table is strange? Apart from David, everyone else seemed quite surprised to see Lord Bedivere.]

This piqued Ritsuka's curiosity. Indeed, even if a Knight of the Round Table had betrayed them, surely it wasn't something to be this surprised about?

But Bedivere didn't care. He simply asked in return, "Whether I'm hallucinating or using illusion is irrelevant. What matters is, Lancelot, why would someone like you serve the current Lion King?"

Lord Gawain declared he would always believe in the King. Lord Mordred stated that betraying the King was itself disrespectful. Lord Tristan asserted that the King's actions were out of mercy. "And what of yours, Lord Tristan? To destroy villages with such power—is that the act of King Arthur?"

Bedivere gave an example, but he didn't mention David. Because so far, it was David who had asked him questions; Bedivere hadn't yet posed a question or, rather… a challenge, to David.

“That is not the act of a king. My sword is entrusted to the Knight King, not the Lion King! But this has nothing to do with the mission of capturing you. If you have anything else to say, go before the king and the lord! But only if Agraven allows you to see the king!”

Lancelot raised Arondette and pointed it at the crowd. He showed no hesitation or mercy, only a desire to complete his mission by swinging his sword at the people in front of him.

Ritsuka stepped forward and asked Lancelot, "But before we act, I have one more question. Do you all know the Lion King's purpose?"

"What?" Lancelot was taken aback. What was this boy trying to say? Could it be...?

Mashu then relayed the information she had just learned at the Atlas Institute: "Indeed, Lord Lancelot, and the other Knights of the Round Table. Do you truly understand the Lion King's objective?"

The Holy City is not an ideal city; it is the Tower of the End. It is a cage that gathers and houses ideal humans. And when it succeeds, everything on this land will be destroyed. The Lion King's actions have transcended the realm of humanity!

"How could he..." Lord Lancelot lowered his sword, and just when everyone thought they could persuade the Knight of the Lake, he suddenly raised his sword again and slashed at them!

Bedivere raised his longsword to block Lancelot's slash, but Lancelot only shouted, "You even know this! Then we can't let you go, or you'll spread unnecessary terror!"

"Lancelot, you... knowing about the Holy Lance, you still served the Lion King? Knowing it was wrong, yet you still...!"

Bedivere struggled to hold off Lancelot's Aarondeit, the third-ranked knight of the Round Table, whose strength was absolutely genuine.

Klancelot's attacks only intensified, and he said nonchalantly:

"Of course! I've said it before, there is no one at the Round Table who is disloyal to the King! When the Holy Battle is over and the Holy City is full of those who meet the criteria, the gates of the Tower of the End will open. This is what the Lion King told us immediately when we were summoned."

And we have sworn to obey her words, even to the point of slaughtering our own Crusaders! For we have already decided to be enemies of everyone in this era… even those whom the King senses as inhuman!

Madness, utter madness. Ritsuka and Mashu could both sense that the minds of all the Knights of the Round Table seemed to have become distorted.

It was as if the inner torment had forced the Round Table to take such action, as if everyone except Bedivere was filled with guilt and was torturing themselves in ways unknown to others.

At this moment, Lancelot, enraged, sent Bedivere flying with a single blow before shouting to the crowd, "That's all I have to say. If you have any objections, go and complain to the King on the line of duty!"

But just as his greatsword was about to strike Bedivere again, Mash raised her shield and stood firmly between the two of them.

In a fit of rage, she unleashed a powerful shield parry, sending Lancelot's Aarondette flying back, a sight that surprised everyone.

"Lady?" Bedivere was so shocked he couldn't speak, but then he thought about the complicated relationship before him and realized that the situation wasn't so unacceptable after all.

"I'm absolutely furious right now!" Mashu glared at Lancelot, who suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

Oops... I didn't notice it before, but I just spotted the shield. I have a feeling... something terrible is going to happen.

"You actually managed to take my Arondette head-on... That hairstyle, that shield, and those eyes, who are you?"

Mash simply replied, "I'm burning with rage right now! Although his will is no longer within my body, if he were here, he would surely have the same thoughts as me! So, please allow me to speak for him. Sir Lancelot, you'd better stop!"

“Enough…enough is enough? Could it be that I’ve been taught a lesson?” Lancelot turned to the clerics behind him to verify the current situation, and the clerics nodded to him.

Lord Lancelot was indeed taught a lesson by this purple-haired girl!

That wasn't all. Mashu continued her barrage of attacks on Lancelot: "No, I'm just angry! How can you be considered a Knight of the Round Table, beloved by King Arthur, after acting like this?"

If you have doubts about the King, you should correct them! If the King is wrong, you should fight! That's your chivalry, the responsibility you should bear, isn't it?

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! That hairstyle that's covering one eye, that tone of voice that doesn't treat your father like a father... you wouldn't be...!"

Lancelot was completely stunned, but Mashu didn't stop. She fiercely accused him, "I don't want to talk to you anymore! Sir Lancelot! I now formally challenge you to a duel!"

Chapter 209 A loving father and a filial daughter

As she spoke, Mashu's spirit origin rose once more. The armor's coverage increased, and her skirt billowed from both sides of her body.

This change left Ritsuka, who was standing behind her, stunned. Mashu really is getting more and more handsome.

"Mashu, is this okay?" He walked behind Mashu, indicating that he would stay with her.

"Don't worry, Master! I will never lose to this person. This shield, this armor, and the very depths of my heart are all screaming this!"

She gently explained her current situation to Ritsuka, then turned and glared fiercely at Lancelot, urging him to unleash his full power.

"I am Mash Kyrielight! My true name as a Heroic Spirit is Galahad! I stake this Spirit Origin on severing the impurity of the Round Table!"

Lancelot wished he could cover his face and not face the absurd situation he was in.

He recalled the day he arrived in the Holy City, the loving father-daughter relationship between Davidian and Gareth...

Then let's return to the current situation...

It seems I really did create this mess...