Lords of Camelot

Countless years have passed since then, and this is already the tenth year since my king was crowned king.

Most of the many knights who set out to find the Holy Grail for Britain returned in vain. Although many legends were established, the key Holy Grail was ultimately not found.

In the past ten years, Davian has lived a very hard life, and his hair has turned into patches of snow-white. It was a sad thing, but Davian often smiled and told others that his hair was much prettier now.

But only a few people will understand the sadness in his heart. What happened in the past ten years has made him depressed and painful.

Percival, a pure knight who admired King Arthur more than anyone else and was highly respected by Davian, lost his life while searching for the Holy Grail. (There is a BUG here. The Court of Avalon states that Percival died searching for the Holy Grail, while the new FGO setting states that Percival lived until the Lancelot incident broke out)

The perfect knight, deeply loved by the Round Table and King Arthur, and felt that he could entrust the next generation of the Round Table to the young Galahad, although he got the Holy Grail. But because he had no desires and desires, he returned the Holy Grail to heaven, and he himself returned to heaven.

Because the hope of finding the Holy Grail was completely cut off, Camelot also fell into sadness, but it was still a glorious sadness.

Lord Tristan was poisoned in a battle not long after returning to Cornwall, and died soon afterwards. Davian went to his funeral and secretly wept for his friend where no one could see him.

Many familiar company commanders from his glorious permanent legion have either retired or died in battle. The Saxons on the other side did not hesitate to choose treachery after changing their leaders, and continued to try to invade Britain. In order to stop them, Davian's glorious Eternal Legion paid countless blood and tears to prevent the war from burning in the homeland.

Fortunately, there are still some happy things. The young Silent Knight, Mordred, quickly rose to prominence after joining the Brilliant Eternal Legion. She has made certain achievements in both military strategy and government affairs, and Davian promoted her to an official in Camelot. But then he also learned that this person was also Morgan's child. When he heard the news, he was really helpless.

There are only thirteen people in a round table, five of whom are Morgan's children... If it weren't for my king's personal charm, I'm afraid this should really be Morgan's round table instead of King Arthur's.

But Davian still liked the child very much and even gave her the same treatment as Gareth. For both of them, Davian can be said to have given everything to them. Whether it was knowledge, knowledge, or experience that he had mastered, Davian passed on all of it to the two of them.

Now that Galahad is gone, Davian hopes that these two can shoulder the future of the Round Table and the future of Camelot. To these two people, he could be said to have taught them everything he knew.

But after all these years, Davian still had to admit it. He prefers Gareth, and can even be said to be a bit doting on him. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Gareth is almost destined to be the successor to the glorious Eternal Legion, and may even inherit Davian's own title of Lord of Camelot. Davian paid to Gareth to this extent.

But in the past ten years, the situation of the land has deteriorated to an unimaginable level. Davian had to implement food rationing in this Britain, and he had tried his best just to keep Britain alive longer. But it doesn't work anymore. With the current situation, another two to three years is the limit. Britain can no longer sustain it.

The thousand-year-old chalk kingdom and the beautiful world of pure white are just illusions in the face of this bitter reality. Davian and Artoria already have a rough idea in their minds, if there is no way to fundamentally change the current predicament. Britain may no longer be able to survive.

"This is a summary of today's reports. Now that the external situation is blocked, the internal situation is much more serious. Mr. Aggui Wen, you have worked harder recently. We used to have sufficient force, but now In this situation, our military deterrence is no longer what it was before, and I don’t have much time to stay in Camelot, so I can only do what I can.”

Davian handed several reports that he had read and made feedback to Agguiven, and then arranged for him to handle the current affairs. He can be said to be at a loss for skills at the moment, wishing he could split himself into three pieces for use.

Agguiwen looked at the black and white hair on Davian's head and couldn't bear it for a moment. Among a group of round tables, Davian is indeed the only truly ordinary human being. His physical strength is not even as strong as Ageguiwen. After all, although Ageguiwen is not outstanding in terms of force, he is also Morgan's child. In terms of physical function, he is much better than Davian.

But during this time, Agguiwen discovered something that outraged him. That was something that could cast a huge shadow on the king's glory. He couldn't just sit idly by and ignore that kind of thing.

He was ready to expose the matter. No matter what, he must make that man pay the price. Just because he let the king's trust go to waste, and even betrayed Davian's friendship for him.

At the same time, Davian sensed something. A very familiar magic entered Camelot, a magic he was all too familiar with. So he said goodbye to Agguiwen, and then prepared to find the owner of this magic power. That woman, here she is again.

And when he came nearby, he only heard that familiar and beautiful voice telling the terrifying truth:

"Mordred, your knightly game is almost over. I can tell you now that you are the legitimate son of King Arthur, the clone of the king who has copied the essence of her life. No one can inherit this Britain except you. Arthur’s rule.”

With just one word, Davian fell into uncontrollable shock. What the hell? How could such a thing happen? When did she do this? Could it be... that night!

"I am...King Arthur's...son." Mordred turned and looked at the king's bedroom in the distance. It turned out that he was that man's son. He is the son of the person he admires and loves the most in his heart!

Huge ecstasy filled her heart, and she even left Morgan alone and left here. She couldn't help but want to tell her father about this. She desperately wanted to gain approval from her father in her heart. There is no other reason, just because he is that person's son.

"How did you do it? She is obviously..." Davian walked behind Morgan, his words filled with uncontrollable shock and trembling. How did you do this?

"Oh? So you already know. Since you want to know, of course I don't mind telling you. It's very simple. In the dream, I changed her gender, and then I obtained her life essence and cultivated her into a human being. It's just that My skills are not as good as Merlin. Letting her have dragon blood is the limit. I can't do it with dragon heart. And this is the whole process, you see, the perfect result. You also like Mordred, don't you?"

The moment she finished speaking, Davian had grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall.