Davidian's Holy Grail War

This must have been accomplished with someone's help, perhaps some outside arms dealer who's particularly fond of doing business.

"Oh dear~ I already confessed this to Ritsuka before. Koyanskaya was a great help. I heard that you guys fought her in the Lake District later. Oh dear~ It's so good that you were able to stop her scheme."

Oberon's words at this moment could be described as an extremely shameless way of dealing with Koyanskaya, but Caster did not want to dwell on this topic at the moment.

“Oberon, you are upright and honest, but most of the time you never speak of the truth, and you never tell anyone important things. Why is that? Why do you lie so many times? Could it be that you don’t actually want to defeat Morgan?”

Castor's words brought a strange but very relieved smile to Oberon's face. He laughed and said that no fairy had been more dedicated to defeating Morgan than him.

“I will do everything in my power to defeat the Fairy Kingdom, and I will lie for that purpose. Besides, you are lying too, aren’t you, Caster?”

This rhetorical question struck Caster like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned. Oberon didn't stop; he continued:

"I'm referring to the reason you've worked so hard all this time, your motivation to save Britain. Not only me, but even Ritsuka has noticed it to some extent."

You have never fought for the sake of humans or fairies. Your true purpose lies elsewhere, but you never mention it.

At that moment, Castor wavered. She could only weakly argue about what nonsense Oberon was spouting. She was a fairy sent to save Britain…

"Ultimately, what does salvation mean? Muramasa once said that all fairies crave forgiveness, and everyone seeks destruction."

He said that no matter which city they were in, no matter what kind of fairy they were, their deepest desires were the same.

Caster was surprised. Had Muramasa actually said something like that? But Oberon only said that she looked down on others. Although they didn't have fairy eyes like them, the Heroic Spirits of Pan-Human History and humans were more sensitive to inner pain.

“Cast, this is where your confusion comes from. You won’t say the decisive truth because it wouldn’t make a difference even if you did.”

Me too. Even if it's something I don't want to do, if it's necessary to defeat Morgan, I have no choice but to do it.

At this point, he suddenly laughed and mentioned another person:

"So, David and I are on different paths. David is doing this to protect Morgan, so even if it's something he doesn't want to do, he has no choice but to do it. I can really understand him in that respect; after all, reality is often so frustrating."

Castor thought of Davian, and because of the king's dragon blood, her feelings for Davian were also very complicated. She had inherited this dragon blood, so she had an obligation to free Davian.

"Alright, alright~ Let's stop here for now. After all, tomorrow's battle is the final one. The time to confess what's been hidden and what's important will come sooner or later. Isn't that what the pilgrimage is all about?"

This statement made Caster's expression darken, but Oberon simply comforted her, saying that perhaps if she confessed, everyone would just laugh it off.

Let's leave it at that for now. Everything else will have to wait until Morgan is defeated.

Chapter 434 War begins

Early in the morning, Ritsuka rose earlier than everyone else. He went to Oberon's place; he was about to set off for war, but he still had something to say to him before he left.

"The curtain of night has been drawn, and now is the time for the lark to sing at dawn, the time for the decisive battle. I was quite surprised that you came here."

But now, I've done everything I could; there's nothing more I can do. However, there's still one regrettable thing.

Oberon looked at him and smiled. However, Ritsuka understood his regret and couldn't help but ask, "Does Titania not exist?"

"Maybe? But we can't stop looking just because she might not exist, Fujimaru Ritsuka. On the contrary, it's precisely because she doesn't exist that we should look for her."

It is precisely because she may not even exist that we cannot help but pursue her. That is the Titania in my mind, like a star shining brightly in the sky.

Ritsuka suddenly smiled after hearing Oberon's words. He couldn't help but say:

"Ah... indeed, if we don't do it just because it might not be possible or we might not be able to do it, that would be... such a pity. If we don't do it, then in the end we won't even be able to get that reality."

"But that might be something we struggling on the ground can never get? Does that even matter?" Oberon asked him with a smile, but Ritsuka just shook his head indifferently.

"It's okay, maybe we just can't get it. But we must search for it and do everything we can to move forward. Although this is the last peace before the final battle, it was only after being reminded of this that I felt enlightened."

Oberon grinned smugly and said proudly that it would be great if this could comfort Ritsuka.

As for his own affairs, let's wait and see, we'll talk about it later.

After all, he's not really good at expressing his thoughts, nor is he very good at fighting. This time, he could only watch them go to the front lines; there was really nothing he could do.

"This is the last question before we part... Oberon, this might be my imagination, but have you always been angry?"

As soon as Ritsuka asked the question, Oberon was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected to be asked this. To be honest, the only time he had shown obvious anger was during the time in Welsh Forest.

But Ritsuka was right, and since he had pointed it out, Oberon could only admit that he was a little bit... When he first heard that Ritsuka and the others had destroyed other Lostbelts, he felt a little awkward.

"This isn't directed at you, it's directed at people who will find out about this experience after you."

Although this is something that can't be helped, no matter what the past is, it's just a story to outsiders.

Decades later, your exploration will only amount to a cold, emotionless report sitting on someone else's desk.

For readers, this is something that has nothing to do with them and will only serve as a lesson.

I hate that, since the Fairy King Oberon is half a creature born from a story, so my feelings are mixed.

As someone from a broader perspective of human history, I strive to understand the true nature of the British Isles. As a character in a fictional story, I hope the story can continue.

These two are still vying for power. It wouldn't hurt to remove the Lostbelt for the sake of pan-human history, since we exist because of our foundation.

But I cannot bear the thought of these things being despised and forgotten by posterity.

I don't want these things to be seen as something that should simply disappear. I want people to understand that even if things end prematurely, they still have meaning.

However, this is merely the selfishness of the individuals involved. Humanity records the past as it progresses; if values ​​remain unchanged, how can there be any progress?

That's what we often call "a long, long time ago"—the very word "outdated" is evidence of progress.

At this point, Ritsuka asked him if he hated Morgan. But Oberon said how could that be? Although he was hostile to Morgan, Oberon didn't hate him; after all, he couldn't hate someone he had never even met.

"Well, for me, this fairy kingdom is actually not bad."

Ultimately, the Queen's Calendar is a fairy tale written by Morgan, a manifestation of her dreams—dreams she prayed for, believed in, and strived to realize. Whether a masterpiece or a mediocre one, this effort is at least worthy of respect.

And that's precisely why I must do everything in my power to defeat Morgan. As a fellow resident of a fairytale world, I don't want her ending to be rushed.

After all, we're on the side of justice, the heroes, right? Isn't that how it's always written in fairy tales? The heroes defeat the evil king, and the world is saved and peace is restored.

However, if we don't go all out, we'll be the ones who lose, so we can't just rush things, right? I'm counting on you for the battle later, Fujimaru Ritsuka.

As I just said, my mission is over. From now on, it's your turn to fight. Before I leave, let me witness a magnificent victory!

At this, Ritsuka smiled and raised his fist. Oberon understood and followed suit. After a light fist bump, Ritsuka turned and headed towards the meeting point!

"He's certainly full of energy, but your confession also amuses me. I didn't expect you to have no hatred towards Morgan. Should I say you're emotionally detached?"

Bagst's words came from inside the tent, but Oberon just told her impatiently to mind her own business; it was his problem.

When Ritsuka arrived at the meeting point, everyone else was already ready.

At this moment, Noknare was already reading out her pre-battle speech: they would now form an anti-queen alliance, storm Camelot, give her a good fight, and drive Morgan off her throne!

Gareth walked slowly forward, raised her sword and pointed it to the sky. What her father could do, she could do as well now.

"Now that war has begun, it is time to go all out. Miracles beckon! My compatriots, my brothers, my glory, my pride! The First British Glorious Eternal Legion descends!"

A 6,000-strong army descended at this moment. Fortunately, she had broken away from the group earlier, so there was enough space behind her for her First Legion to arrive.

At this moment, Noknare finally understood what the Army of Miracles really meant. Was this the power of the Heroic Spirits of Pan-Human History?

"The second and third platoons will assist the fourth platoon in the landing operation on the city wall! The fifth platoon will be responsible for the assault on the city gate, and the other platoons will prepare for street fighting after entering the city gate! The tenth platoon will provide suppressive fire with arrows! All troops, attack!"

Gareth even personally led the charge, and at that moment the light of miracle was so strong that it could deflect arrows shot from the walls of Camelot.

The daughter surpassing her father was not just empty talk at this moment; she inherited the blood of Lord Camelot and the Britannian enchantress!

"Percival will protect Caster, Mash will protect me! Let's go! There are also Queen's troops stationed outside the city, so we must be cautious in this battle!"

Ritsuka also led her team to charge forward; they were going to give it their all in this battle!

Chapter 435 Departure for the Final Battle

The First Legion's swift offensive has caused immense suffering to Queen Camelot's army. Where did this army come from?

They were able to so easily scale the city walls, bypassing all the fortifications, and launch a counterattack that left the enemy defenseless. Suddenly, Camelot found itself in a passive position.

Camelot's walls, made of ancient oak trees, were utterly useless against the First Legion. With the blessing of the Light of Miracles, they were capable of doing the unbelievable. Moreover, their Light of Miracles surpassed that of Davidan.

"Advance! Suppress the entire Camelot! Take those who surrender to the rear, and kill all who resist!"

Gareth issued the most decisive orders; she alone could now suppress the entire Camelot. As far as she was concerned, as long as her father's First Legion didn't appear, the entire Queen's army of Camelot was no match for her.

Meanwhile, Meryuchina was also being held back by Muramasa and Grim. Grim cheated by causing a giant oak tree to grow from the ground, and all the warriors of the Tenth Company climbed onto the tree, which in turn further suppressed the archers of the Queen's army on the city wall. Now the entire battle situation was almost one-sided.

Meanwhile, the Fifth Dalian finally broke through the city gate, and the heavy battering ram, under their combined control, smashed the gate to pieces.

The combined forces of the three parties were finally able to enter Camelot, and Percival began to command his Round Table army to advance.

"The Prophet's forces are advancing westward, suppressing enemy troops as they march towards the capital! Surrendered persons will be accepted unconditionally, treated according to the precedent set by Bagst! Our goal is to establish a new British system capable of resisting the Great Calamity! There is no need for mutual hatred! No need for unnecessary killing!"

His shouts ignited the fighting spirit of the Round Table soldiers. Although they were the fewest in number, only the First Legion could rival them in their fighting enthusiasm.

Noknare clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction; that Percival guy had stolen all the limelight. But it didn't matter; they wouldn't fall behind either.

"Giant Legion! Advance! Wind Forces, go aid the Round Table! Earth and Fang Forces, advance according to the battle plan, splitting into four routes to suppress the Queen's army within the city! I will lead the Royal Clan along the eastern front! Bull Forces, advance!"

"Everyone, let's go! Break through here and reach the royal city as soon as possible!" Ritsuka and the others, as the mobile team, were also doing their best to advance as quickly as possible. Now, as long as they could defeat Morgan and David as quickly as possible, their losses would be minimized.

Meanwhile, the battle between Muramasa, Grimm, and Melyuchina also briefly came to a conclusion. Thanks to Grimm's projectile-type Spirit Origin Shadow, which he forcibly maintained using his own magical power, the two of them overpowered Melyuchina by one move, shattering her mask.

"Tsk, just like a magician. The title of 'sage' is indeed well-deserved..."

Upon hearing this, Grimm was stunned. He couldn't help but shout, "How does Melyuchina view me? Is using magic really that strange?"

"Because... you look like someone who can throw guns, or something like that, a legendary figure, quite famous in Britain... I was totally convinced you were one of them..."