Davidian's Holy Grail War

"He was a person who was always struggling, in pain, yet very gentle. I loved him as much as I loved Britain. I think he felt the same way about me, but it's a pity we missed each other at the beginning."

Artoria began to tell Ritsuka the earliest stories of Britain, and those unknown secrets were slowly revealed from her mouth.

Ritsuka began to learn about the initial stories between the three of them, and then he suddenly understood why these people became so entangled later on.

Merlin, why didn't you just tell David that Artoria was a woman from the beginning? If he had known this sooner, Morgan wouldn't have had a chance!

Ritsuka found it all so bizarre. If everything had been clearly explained from the beginning, there wouldn't have been this endless entanglement between a man and a woman. It was too outrageous, too bizarre! Had Britain really reached this point back then?

"Does he really love Morgan that much? Is he even willing to abandon his own responsibilities at this moment?" Ritsuka asked again, he really wanted to know these things.

After careful consideration, Artoria replied, "That was his first love. For me, he even suppressed that love and put everything else behind him."

Master, you can easily imagine what would happen if such intense emotions were suppressed in your heart for decades.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka gave up thinking, or rather, he didn't want to think anymore. It was truly hard to imagine what would happen after that feeling had been suppressed in his heart for so many years; wouldn't he go insane?

"He has been with Morgan in this Lostbelt for two thousand years. It's too late, far too late. My arrival now still cannot truly save him. This battle will only find peace when he truly reaches its end. All we can do is defeat him."

Artoria's words solidified Ritsuka's resolve at that moment; defeating Davian, in a way, had already freed him from his predicament.

"Go and rest, Ritsuka. I'll stay here. We'll probably get new intelligence by tomorrow morning. David will definitely launch another attack."

You must leave tomorrow and then go ring the remaining pilgrimage bells. It will be easier to move around if you're alone; be quick.

"Yes, I understand, Your Majesty!" Ritsuka perked up and left the city wall to return to his room to rest. He was now full of confidence for the future.

This time, he believed they could definitely do it, absolutely!

After Ritsuka left, Artoria looked towards a corner. She beckoned to the person there, and they came over. The moment their eyes met, Caster blushed instantly.

“You care about him so much but don’t tell him directly. Be careful you don’t end up like me and Davidian.” Artoria smiled and pulled her hand to her side. Caster’s face turned as if it were burning.

This time, he was truly burning up from the inside out. Looking at the mature woman in front of him with an amazing figure that could even be described as exaggerated, Castor inexplicably felt that he had been completely outmatched.

What's most terrifying isn't just her figure, but also her intellect.

Compared to the person in front of me, who was an absolutely gentle older sister, how could I, with my boisterous personality, compare to her?

"How can I compare to you... banishing demonic beasts, banishing alien races, suppressing the demon queen, suppressing the white dragon, every single thing you did was so glorious and dazzling. Compared to you, I am truly worthless."

Caster wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, but Artoria simply smiled and reached out to wrap her hands around Caster's smaller palms.

Her warmth traveled from her palm, gradually dissolving Castor's embarrassment and shyness. From this warmth, she gained inexplicable courage and conviction; at that moment, she suddenly felt a belief in moving towards the future.

"Move forward, Lostbelt me, fairy me, me named Caster. Go to the future you are meant to go, do not worry, do not be afraid. Hope is by your side, because... I am you."

At this moment, Caster burst into tears, sobbing as she threw herself into Artoria's arms. Only when facing her other self from another world could she finally shed her facade of strength and cry freely.

"Face your feelings properly, and face your mission properly. Don't repeat the mistakes that David Anqing and I made."

If everything from the beginning could be explained, then why would there have been so many troubles later on?

You don't have that kind of external pressure, so just go for it with confidence. I'll pave the way for you.

In Artoria's arms, Castor slowly drifted off to sleep after his sobs subsided.

Artoria placed her next to Don Starion, who was resting nearby. Starion exhaled a soft breath and then accepted the adorable little girl. After all, she was the King's childhood. It was a truly novel feeling.

Artoria then jumped down from the city wall and walked slowly forward. A dark space then opened before her, and Davian emerged from it.

After an unknown amount of time, the two met again at this moment. David's expression was so cold under the moonlight that even Artoria felt that he looked much more troubled than before.

"It seems that these two thousand years haven't all been pleasant. You've suffered far more than I imagined," Artoria sighed. This was the last thing she wanted to see.

But this is precisely the most unavoidable thing; it is the consequence of David's fate, a sweet poison that only he can taste alone.

"How can one remain oblivious to the pain by relying solely on love for one person? The pain buried deep in my heart was completely ignited the moment you arrived."

My lord, for a rare moment, hatred welled up in my heart. This filthy island, these filthy things, should not defile your hands…

Artoria sighed, and at that moment she strode forward, pulled David into her arms, and kissed him.

Morgan's Davian? It's her! It's Artoria's Davian!

Chapter 385 Farewell

Her kisses were like a storm, and Davidian could only barely maintain his sense of self to avoid being completely washed away.

Only after Artoria was satisfied did she smile and say:

"You're overthinking it. None of this has ever tainted me. My David, my Lord Camelot."

This time, I will not hold you accountable in the slightest, and you have done nothing wrong. Just fulfill your responsibilities to her and let your love for her last this time.

This is compensation for my sister; this is what she deserved. Now that we are Heroic Spirits, Servants, making up for the regrets of our past lives and obtaining the redemption we never received is what we can and should do.

I will fight you, I will try to stop you, though in the end it will all be left to them, but I will still try.

With just a few words, Artoria soothed Davian's heart. Although she had just told Ritsuka that her arrival had pushed Davian into deeper darkness, she had so easily brought peace to his heart.

She encouraged David to remain loyal to Morgan until the very end, and that alone was enough to calm David's heart.

Perhaps this is the difference between being preoccupied with the island and being preoccupied with people.

"I must go, my king." After saying these words, Davian released his grip on Artoria's hand. Davian returned to the dark space, his steps much lighter as he left than when he arrived.

“David... this is the perfect opportunity for you. Settle your score with your sister here. I believe you can do it.”

After speaking, Artoria leaped back onto the city wall, now feeling that she hadn't arrived too late.

At least she didn't make things worse, that's good...

Meanwhile, Ritsuka, back in his room, stared wide-eyed, a sense of unease creeping over him as he looked at the empty space.

Where is Bawanshi? Where did such a big Bawanshi go? She hasn't recovered yet, where could she have gone?

He ran out to look for Bavanshi, but couldn't find her at all. She must have teleported away from Lentinium using a method that Ritsuka didn't even know about, and after realizing this, Ritsuka could only hope that she had obediently returned to Camelot.

Please, please don't do anything to hurt yourself again, please don't...

But his plan was doomed to fail. Bavanshi did return to her dormitory in Camelot, but at that moment her mental state completely collapsed.

She lost again! She lost again! Why did she lose? She had given it her all, and this was even a fair one-on-one duel, yet she still lost to that prophetic child!

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! I must obtain stronger magic, I must defeat him, I must possess the magician from another land! That radiance, that kindness... it is mine, it is mine!"

At this moment, Bawanshi was consumed by jealousy. Why could the prophesied child obtain it? Why couldn't she? This dark anger eroded her heart, leading her to make a crazy decision.

"Belial...go find Belial. He must possess powerful magic, a kind of pan-human history magic that even that prophetic child doesn't know about! That way we can win, right?! We can definitely win!"

She stumbled out of her dormitory, determined to find Belial. She hadn't lost yet, and she absolutely couldn't lose. She was the Queen's daughter, a fairy knight! She could definitely turn this unbelievable defeat around.

When she found Belial and explained her purpose, Belial laughed and said there was no trouble at all. He would tell her a very useful magic trick that would surely help her defeat that boring prophetic child.

Well, since the souls of those who use this magic eventually rot away, it's probably better to use a scapegoat if we're going to test it out.

But thinking about this, Belial felt it wasn't enough. Such a magic spell was only barely enough to deal with the Child of Prophecy; he also needed to think of a way to deal with that Chaldea Master brat.

So he said to Bavanshi, "But that's not enough. To defeat that prophetic child, we need to retrieve the [Court] from Her Majesty's throne. That would ensure victory."

Hearing this, Bavanshi hesitated. She asked Belier worriedly if this was alright. After all, it was her mother's magic trick; it would be troublesome to use it secretly.

"What's so troublesome about that? You're the Queen's daughter! She only has one daughter, and she only needs one magician to inherit her mantle~"

Everything in the Fairy Kingdom should be yours, shouldn't it? And that [Court] magic is a secret befitting the Queen's daughter~

Belial's words were like an evil wind blowing into Bavanshi's heart, and at that moment Bavanshi also chose to believe Belial's nonsense.

She quickly left for Morgan's throne; her mother must be asleep with Davidian by now. This was the perfect opportunity for her to secretly retrieve the [Court].

Meanwhile, in Morgan's bedroom, Morgan was indeed still awake. She was staring intently at David, the silent pressure weighing heavily on him, making him feel suffocated.

He always felt that if he said the wrong thing, Morgan would burst into tears right in front of him.

No, Morgan might have already started crying before he even spoke.

"It's my fault, I'm sorry." David managed to utter these last two sentences, and feeling guilty, he couldn't say anything else.

Morgan sighed helplessly and looked at him with a pitiful expression, but she still reached out and patted the seat next to her, gesturing for David to sit down.

Davidian complied, of course, and this time Morgan neither lost her temper nor scolded her. She knew perfectly well who Davidian had met after arranging the military deployment; she could tell just by smelling the scent.

But his act of returning to this room already said it all: he wouldn't betray her, and he still loved her. So what else is there to criticize?

No matter what happened, David Ann wanted to do everything he could to help her, and he wanted to uphold this responsibility until the very end.

Then she doesn't need to say anything more; all she needs to do is for the two of them to walk well together to the end.

Death itself is not frightening; the suffering she endured was a thousand times more terrifying than death. Whether they defeat Chaldea and the Prophet, or Chaldea and the Prophet defeat them, let that ending come to pass.

Thinking about all this, she found peace within herself. The moment of letting go of attachments is always liberating; having come to this understanding, she gently nestled into David's arms.

“Morgan, I love you.” But Davidian suddenly spoke at that moment, and Morgan, in his arms, stared at him with wide, incredulous eyes. At the very moment Artoria arrived, he actually…

"Even Artoria's arrival can't change this. I love you, Morgan. She is her, and you are you. Perhaps this is the talk of a scumbag."

But I still want to say that you and she hold equal importance in my heart... You are by no means inferior to her.

“Really?” Morgan smiled with relief. “Then that’s wonderful.”

Chapter 386 The Round Table Army's Next Route

Percival woke up in the early morning. He had slept for quite a long time this time, and even had a rare dream.