Davidian's Holy Grail War

However, Davidian always enjoyed the process of her getting ready and even watched her intently, and Morgan was already used to his behavior.

After all, a thousand years have passed since the initial summons, and the two of them have actually managed to live as husband and wife for a thousand years. It makes one feel that time has flown by.

"If Your Lordship doesn't dress up and put on formal attire, you won't look presentable when standing before the King later."

Morgan teased him, but David shrugged and replied that the armor was his formal attire.

Upon hearing David's reply, Morgan smiled silently and then stood up.

Davidian had prepared a dark space for her, and the two of them went through the portal to the hall.

Woodworth, dressed in a suit, stood there, looking somewhat uneasy and anxious. Morgan, however, calmly returned to his seat and gestured for Woodworth to rise.

"Young hero, Woodworth, heir to Grand Duke Leneck of the Heat. My will has already been conveyed: your arrival is to receive my reward."

"The office of Duke of Oxford, the title of Grand Duke of Pathein, and the administration of the Oxford region and the Clan of Teeth—all of this will now be granted to you."

Morgan waved his hand, and a goblin knight clad in bronze armor presented Woodworth with his uniform, medals, and documents.

Woodworth stepped forward respectfully to accept it and then returned to his original position, his manners impeccable.

Davidian thought he was one of the most polite people among the Fang Fairies, and perhaps even most of the Earth Clan were not as humble as him.

"So, Woodworth, is there anything else you want? If you tell me now, I might consider granting your request again."

After all, you defeated King Moth and inherited Reinek's abilities; you are a warrior worthy of my recognition.

Morgan's words made Woodworth look up, his eyes shining with excitement. Then Woodworth looked at David.

Davidian could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him. That was interesting; it had been a long time since he had fought a battle that truly satisfied him.

“If possible, I would like to change my title from Duke of Oxford to Lord of Camelot, Your Majesty. I am very curious to know... just how great is the gap between me and Lord Davidan.”

Woodworth's words were quite disrespectful to Davidian, but Morgan was not angry at all; instead, she laughed.

This wild laugh was inconsistent with her identity and image, but if she didn't laugh at this moment, it would probably make Morgan feel unhappy.

"Davian, my Davidan! It seems he's been plotting against you for a long time. How about it? He's the one who inherited all of Grand Duke Paihe's abilities. Will you lose?"

David walked slowly forward, smiling silently, but unfortunately, no one could see his expression because of the helmet.

It wasn't that he looked down on or despised the Grand Duke of Heat, but rather that David admired his courage and ambition.

He's a bit like Palamedes; he's always so ambitious, energetic, and vibrant. That's great.

"Since the Duke of Oxford has said so, then Lord Camelot will naturally respond to his challenge."

"It's just that we need to change the location. After all, it wouldn't be good if the battle broke out here and damaged the Queen's palace. I don't want to bear that kind of blame."

Morgan smiled slightly upon hearing his words and raised his hand, instantly teleporting the two of them away using Morgan's water mirror magic.

After that, Morgan launched a surveillance spell on the battlefield in the hall, and even deployed this spell to various cities of the fairy clan.

It's been a thousand years since we've seen Davidan make a move; it seems the various clans have forgotten his power.

That's perfect, it's time to show them just how valiant their David is.

A dragon knight is always a dragon knight; not just anyone can knock him to the ground.

Chapter 297 Will Win

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"A rare opponent indeed. Why not tell me your true intentions, brave Woodworth?"

David asked him with a smile, and Woodworth no longer tried to hide his feelings.

“I will defeat you and go to that lord’s side. The throne of Lord Camelot should be mine, not yours.”

Woodworth's face was filled with arrogance, and since he had said so, Davidian naturally wouldn't hold back; he had to let these guys know just how powerful Lord Camelot truly was.

[The Evil King's Guidance!] The Evil King Dragon's Fantasy Book was already tucked into his waistband. David walked towards Woodworth while completing his armament.

Dark, surging magic had already erupted from Davian's body, and at this moment, the two sides engaged in the most direct battle.

Woodworth's claws were so swift, and his body was so light; despite his tall and strong stature, he was incredibly fast.

David's sword missed several times; Woodworth clearly didn't want to be hit by the sword.

Metal weapons have always been the bane of fairies, and even as a hundred-year-old fairy, he didn't want to be hit by this sword, feeling that if he were hit, he would probably be seriously injured.

A blazing ray shot from Woodworth's hand; this was how magic was wielded in his hands.

David swung his cloak to absorb the attack and then deflected it back. He clicked his tongue, already having a general idea of ​​what had happened in the battle.

As expected of the successor to Reinek, his strength is more than enough to make him the clan leader of the Fang Fairy.

David could think this way while playing, since he didn't really know how he lost. Woodworth was really strong, but he himself was even stronger.

The battle continued, and Davidon became more and more adept at it, as he had become completely accustomed to Woodworth's fighting style and habits.

Woodworth gradually felt tired. His magic and stamina were not unlimited, and he could hardly keep up with such a high-intensity battle.

After all, he is still a young hero and has not yet truly grown into his full form.

Although his physical performance has reached its peak, his combat experience is still far from sufficient.

Davidian didn't want to kill him, otherwise the fight wouldn't have lasted this long.

As Woodworth collapsed to the ground, panting, Morgan's water mirror magic enveloped the two and brought them back into the hall.

Davidian transformed back into the form of the evil dragon and stood before Morgan's throne.

"Well? Young hero Woodworth, do you still have any doubts about Lord Camelot's power?"

Morgan chuckled and asked Woodworth below, her demeanor relaxed and at ease at that moment.

Having regained some of his strength, Woodworth stood up again and told himself that he would no longer question Lord Camelot's power.

But one day in the future, he will definitely launch another challenge. After today, he will continue to work hard, just so that one day he can stand in that position with dignity.

David Ann shook his head silently in resignation, but he also admired Woodworth's courage and his will to challenge himself.

Of course, I won't lose no matter what.

The fact that Davidon had defeated Woodworth also spread throughout Britain through Morgan's previous magic tricks, and Lord Camelot once again proved his strength.

The figure of the evil dragon knight who suppressed all clans during the Winter War a thousand years ago has once again been summoned from the depths of the souls of those fairies. This oppressive aura and fear will bring a period of peace.

After that, Woodworth returned to Oxford with his men, while David continued to guard the entire Camelot.

To be honest, Davidian still finds it hard to imagine anyone being able to shake Morgan's current rule in the slightest. It's not just a matter of power; Morgan himself doesn't have much affection for these Muggle-like goblins.

If there were truly any rebellious thoughts, Morgan could have beheaded the traitor in an instant.

However, after Woodworth left, David couldn't help but ask Morgan if it was really necessary to spread the story of his battle with Woodworth throughout Britain. Wasn't it enough that he won?

"This can be considered a lesson and a step for Woodworth to grow. You can't become a true hero without experiencing setbacks."

Morgan's words carried a rare hint of affection, and Davidian found it difficult to understand her true feelings towards Woodworth.

Is this considered raising a pet or raising a son? Well, no matter how I think about it, it's hard to understand.

However, since Morgan here is also a fairy, it's normal for him to have a mindset that Davidian can't understand.

[After all, Leneck had been loyal to her for so long, it's normal for her to have feelings for Woodworth.]

Morgan explained these things to David, but David felt the explanation was somewhat superfluous. He knew, of course, that Morgan had feelings for Woodworth, but he wasn't sure what those feelings were.

As night fell, David returned to his room with Morgan. He began to reflect on the past millennium. To be honest, if you disregarded the goblins' disgusting nature and the sins he had committed, he actually found life here quite comfortable.

Because he doesn't need to worry about anything, and he doesn't need to put in any effort; he just needs to help deal with the once-in-a-century calamity and the once-in-a-millennium great calamity.

Morgan himself could actually do all these things. He was truly Morgan's bodyguard. As long as he could protect Morgan himself, everything else was a minor matter.

After ignoring all that rubbish, being in Britain felt like a vacation. It was so enjoyable, hahaha...

"What are you thinking about? You look so distracted." Morgan briefly looked up from his book at David, but David simply replied that he wasn't thinking about anything.

Hearing his words, Morgan put the book back on the bedside table with some dissatisfaction, and then gently pulled David's face towards her.

Davidian didn't resist and was pulled over like that. Then Morgan said, "You're my husband, what's with hiding things from me? It'll make me unhappy~"

David was at a loss. He could only turn to Morgan and honestly reply, "I was just reminiscing about the past thousand years. Morgan... these thousand years with you have truly made me very happy."

Although most fairies are ugly... there are still beautiful ones among them, and that one is you. No one will ever surpass your beauty, not even in the future.

Morgan blushed, a rare occurrence for her. She had never faced such a direct confession before, let alone one from David Ann.

Good heavens... For the past thousand years, he's been like a block of wood in this regard, always doing more than he says. I've never heard him say such straightforward words of love before...

So, even though only a short time had passed since Davidian said those words, not only her face but also her ears turned red.

Davidian rarely saw her shy. Then Morgan reached out and covered Davidian's eyes, a sudden action that left Davidian completely stunned.

Then... he felt a gentle touch on his lips.

Chapter 298 Bagst

After that, Davidian was able to go through a peaceful daily life again, and how to deal with the once-in-a-century calamity depended entirely on Morgan's mood.

When she's in a good mood, she'll just throw out a magic spell to deal with it; when she's in a bad mood, she'll have David or the Fairy Knights run an errand to take care of it. In short, there's nothing troublesome about it.

However, Davidian recently heard that Aurora, the clan chief of the Wind Clan, was planning to visit the city of the Mirror Clan. To be honest, Davidian had no idea what she was planning to do there.