Davidian's Holy Grail War

Although Gareth was a little disappointed that she couldn't get into the ball, she still cheered herself up and prepared to go shopping at the Count's shop with Habertlot.

After all, they've come all this way to Gloucester today, so they should at least be happy.

After everyone had made their decision, they looked at Custer again. This time, Custer's face was as red as a monkey's bottom.

Everyone could see that she was having second thoughts at this crucial moment. What was wrong with her? Did this child always chicken out at times like this?

"This guy still isn't mentally prepared, what should we do, Ritsuka?" Oberon put his arm around Ritsuka's shoulder, and the two of them scrutinized Caster. Under their gaze, Caster's face turned even redder.

"Let's drag her in by force," Ritsuka said, already moving closer, while Da Vinci also approached Castor with a mischievous grin.

The two men flanked Caster, giving her no chance to escape. Now was not the time to back down.

"No! No way! I don't want to run into anyone I know! Oberon is a prince, so let him go! And let him ring the bell! And don't forget to bring back some exotic dishes!"

She was being dragged forward by the two men while shouting, and at this point she really had no strength left to resist.

Auberon also seriously told her not to throw a childish tantrum at a time like this, because there are Cinderellas in this world who want to go to the ball but can't! For now, you should try to be more patient with him!

"Oberon, actually going so far as to imitate his stepmother..." Artoria watched from the sidelines, finding the combination too hilarious.

Oberon couldn't help but smile wryly. He could only say helplessly, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, King Arthur. To be honest, this child is really too noisy, but I think you must like him very much."

"Of course, seeing her is like seeing my former self. She is slightly happier than me in this respect, at least she can participate in the happiness of ordinary people."

Even when I did get involved, I had to stay away from the crowd because I always told myself that to protect them, I had to be that unique outsider.

Artoria smiled as she said this, then followed the three inside. The people around them were also secretly laughing at Castor.

However, to save face for Caster, the two of them let her go after they arrived at the ballroom entrance, and then it was time for them to do whatever they wanted.

After everyone re-entered the ballroom, they still couldn't help but marvel at its wondrous structure. Located within a fairy realm, it was a fairy realm within a fairy realm, a super-level inherent barrier, a fact common to other worlds.

Even though they had danced here with Bavanshi before, seeing such a large crowd still made them feel a little flustered.

Artoria, dressed in formal attire, moved about with ease, politely declining invitations from any man to dance. (For her current outfit, please see the FGO 2nd Anniversary Craft Essence card art, Servant Formal Attire: Artoria Pendragon)

After several waves of people came and went like this, the other guests naturally realized that the blonde beauty was either waiting for someone or simply didn't find any of the men there appealing.

Therefore, they stopped extending invitations to avoid being rebuffed, which would be too embarrassing in front of the other big shots.

"Is that how Artoria of the Pan-Human History behaves? Wow~ Isn't she just too aloof and lonely at the top? What a high-and-mighty flower she is. Is there really anyone who can get close to such a flower and cherish her?"

Caster couldn't get any closer; Artoria's aura was now quite intimidating. Even she, an Artoria from the Lostbelt, felt that it was rather unapproachable, quite frightening.

"Speaking of which, where is Mu Ruien? It's already this late, shouldn't the master come out and give a speech?"

Ritsuka was more concerned about this; logically, Muriel should have already come out to liven things up by now. But there wasn't a single person to be seen, which was very strange.

"Distinguished guests, my beloved friends."

I apologize for keeping you all waiting. The sudden arrival of our distinguished guest caused even me, Miu Ruien, to be delayed.

Ladies and gentlemen, our ball today will be graced by two distinguished guests who have never been seen before!

These two are the pinnacle of the Fairy Kingdom, and their status is beyond question!

Now, please look towards the suspended staircase! We cordially welcome our Queen and Lord of the Fairy Kingdom!

【Holy crap, is this for real?!?】 Ritsuka and Caster stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that they had actually encountered something like this.

The Winter Queen and Lord Camelot, who hadn't attended this ball for a thousand years, actually came this time? Is this considered extremely lucky or extremely unlucky?

Their gazes were also drawn to the floating staircase, from which the real Morgan le Fay and David Ann Slaryk were slowly descending.

This time, the two of them were truly mesmerized; what a beautiful couple they were.

This time, Morgan didn't wear the queen's dress she once wore at Camelot Palace. Instead, she wore a deep black dress with a blue sheen, the beautiful color of which further accentuated the whiteness and coolness of her face. Her icy lip gloss shone brightly at this moment.

Her beauty overshadowed all the women present; no one in the fairy kingdom could surpass her in the slightest.

David stood beside her, dressed in a well-tailored suit that accentuated his upright posture. While he wasn't as strikingly handsome as Morgan, his charisma was unmatched by anyone else in this fairy kingdom.

The melancholic and sensual quality that he had once praised Lancelot for was now even more evident in him.

All the upper-class fairies applauded and cheered for the two of them, amazed to see these two lords dressed in such fine clothes at the Fairy Ball.

This trip was definitely worthwhile; even if I died, it would have been worth the price of admission!

While all the fairies were watching the two people over there, Artoria secretly came to the three of them and said, "You guys play a little longer, don't leave right away. Find a suitable opportunity to ring the Bell of Prophecy, and leave the two of them to me."

At this moment, everyone chose to trust her. Since she could hold the fort, they would let Artoria do as she pleased. They just needed to do their jobs!

Chapter 389: The Voice of a Senior Was Issued

Although the Queen had a cold and disdainful expression towards everyone present, her very presence had already calmed the hearts of the upper-class fairies.

As long as the Queen is still alive, there will be no problems, and everything in the Fairy Kingdom will be stable and nothing will happen.

David Ann smiled and told everyone to have fun, adding that the Gloucester Ball wouldn't just happen this year, but would happen again in the future.

This is a happy day for everyone; there's no need to worry about any danger here.

The two finally reached the top of the short suspended staircase and entered the crowd, at which point the blonde beauty slowly walked over from a distance.

Finally, the Queen of Winter and the King of Knights met eyes.

They didn't even need to say a word to know who the person in front of them was.

“My David, my Lord Camelot. This guest’s cup is empty; why not refill it?” Morgan suddenly smiled kindly, her expression as gentle as a spring breeze.

All the men present stared in disbelief. Was this the Queen's smile? They could no longer help but wonder why David had stayed with such a woman for a thousand years, and why even Woodworth was so infatuated with her.

Her beauty was so stunning that no other fairy in the fairy kingdom could compare to her.

Everyone now understood why the fairy knight Lancelot could be called the most beautiful fairy in the fairy kingdom—it was because they had never seen Queen Morgan's beautiful face.

But at this moment, they also felt a heavy pressure; while coveting Morgan's beauty, they also felt fear.

The Queen's smile was like a steel blade piercing straight into everyone's back; any fancy thoughts that dared to surface would be instantly crushed.

David Ann now knew very well that Morgan's heart was probably as terrifying as a biting cold wind.

The appearance of this person has probably ignited Morgan's competitive spirit and fighting desire. Even David Ann probably couldn't persuade the two of them at this moment.

At this moment, he could only obediently do the work of a waiter, picking up a large glass and filling it with wine for Artoria.

At that moment, Artoria smiled.

Her smile dissolved the pressure on everyone present at that moment, as reassuring as the hand of one's closest loved one stroking one's face. Her aura was on par with the queen before her at that moment!

The two sides' auras had already silently collided in the air at this moment, and the first round of confrontation could be said to be evenly matched.

Neither side gained the upper hand nor fell behind; the battle had ended silently once.

Davian, caught in the middle, was already drenched in sweat. He had never expected Artoria to appear at this ball.

Originally, he and Morgan came with the intention of appeasing the upper goblins and preventing them from having any thoughts of rebellion.

And then, to my very surprise, I ran into my lord here! What the hell is this? This is something David could never have imagined! David's current feelings can best be described by a certain famous scene.

Advisor! You fucking explain to me what you mean by "surprise"!

"I never expected to see such a beautiful person here. It's quite a surprise. My Lord Camelot's love for you is unimaginable. He would even cut off his head for you. Now that I've finally met you in person, I can finally agree with his thoughts."

Morgan launched the first attack, her words sounding like a magnanimous approval. But Davidian knew she was seething with hatred; this woman had severely injured Woodworth, it would be strange if Morgan wasn't furious with her.

“I can’t compare to you, Your Majesty…or should I call you sister? You should know that my Lord Camelot’s love for you has surpassed his feelings for me. Even if I were standing here, he would still stand by your side.”

But Artoria magnanimously stated the truth, a retort that caused Morgan's expression to tremble slightly. At this moment, Artoria had the upper hand in the second round of confrontation, even appearing to be in complete control.

[Oh? This is so interesting. I didn't expect them to run into each other so early. Who do you think will have the last laugh? My Davidian.]

The third person happily arrived at the battlefield to watch the show. David was now in a state of utter despair. His true suicidal thoughts finally erupted at this moment; he was exhausted, utterly exhausted.

"Gentlemen, it's not appropriate for you to stand here. Please come to the reception room next door for a cup of black tea. I'll have Miao Ruien prepare some of the finest black tea. Please sit down and have a good chat."

Davidian couldn't hold back any longer; he was genuinely afraid these two would pull out the Holy Lance and the Demon Lance and start fighting right there. He was practically trembling with fear. Why did this have to happen...?

The two women glanced at him simultaneously, and this time it was Artoria who spoke: "Since my Lord Camelot has spoken, let's find another place. Sister, let's sit down and have a proper talk."

To be honest, I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time. There was never a suitable opportunity during my lifetime, but now that opportunity has finally arrived.

"Then let's follow Lord Camelot's advice. He's always like that. He can't bear to hurt anyone; he's too compassionate."

Morgan caught up with Artoria's words while letting Davian off the hook; she could tell he was about to break down. The situation was too much pressure for him, she understood.

The three of them left the ball with distinct smiles, and Ritsuka and the others realized this was their chance. With Artoria keeping the two at bay, they could now go and ring the pilgrimage bell.

But then the silver-haired girl came up to them and greeted them, leaving Da Vinci speechless.

Who is this? So pitiful yet beautiful, do they know this fairy?

"You are... the fairy who was next to Aurora just now?" Ritsuka remembered what had happened earlier; this person had come in with Aurora. To be honest, Aurora was already beautiful enough, but this person was even more beautiful than Aurora.

"Oh, right. I'm not wearing my armor today, my apologies." With that, she removed the veil covering her face and began to introduce herself.

"I have met you many times before. Although this is not the first time we have met, this is the first time I have introduced myself."

"I am Lancelot, the fairy knight. Welcome to this ball. Caster, Fujimaru Ritsuka. And who is this young lady? If you don't mind, may I ask her name?"

Her voice seemed to sparkle as she spoke, and even Da Vinci's response at that moment became slightly shy.

Ritsuka quickly called her name softly in her ear, pulling her back to her senses; they were still enemies at this moment.

"I can't help it, I'm not only Chaldea's technical advisor, but also an artist! I have no resistance to beautiful things!"