Lords of Camelot

"How could you do such a thing? Mordred is such a simple child, and you are simply playing with her heart! You, why on earth did you become like this!" Davian's emotions were close to collapse at this time, It was precisely because he understood Artoria's thoughts that he understood what Mordred would encounter next.

She might recognize the fact that Mordred is her son, but it is impossible for her to pass the throne to Mordred. The throne of Camelot means endless pain and darkness. She has suffered so much herself, why should she let others bear the pain? Not to mention that she can become immortal because of the blessing of the holy sword, so she will have to suffer this pain alone.

Even if the king did encounter an accident on the battlefield, the throne would not be passed to Mordred. If Davian is still there, then Davian will take over all of Camelot. If Davian falls, then there will be Gawain and Gareth, and Mordred will not be ranked in the order. Not to mention ability, Davian did teach him everything he had, but the decades of life experience were not something Mordred could make up for.

Davian is aware of Mordred's level. If she had another twenty years of experience, she might not have any problem becoming the king. But now, it's impossible, absolutely impossible. If the current Mordred were to inherit the throne, the whole of Britain would fall apart in an instant and be completely destroyed.

But Morgan just took off his veil indifferently, and Davian looked at it in a daze. She truly is an extraordinary human being, even after all these years. Her appearance has not changed at all, and she is still the same girl that Davian dreams about in his heart.

"After so many years, you will be forty years old next year. I am so touched, my Davian." Morgan's words were so tender at first. This was her feeling for Davian, which has not changed even after so many years.

But her next words represented her hatred:

"But I will not forget. I will definitely end this Camelot, and I will get back what belongs to me! Even after so many years, I will not forget! That hateful red dragon, and I have not You can get it. I will never forget all this, so I will do anything! This is my revenge on you and her revenge."

Those words represented her burning rage, even after all these years. Those feelings still burned brightly inside her, and she would never forget them. She was going to ruin it all, she had to.

Davian let go of his hand in sadness and sadness, which may be why he didn't want to see Morgan. Now it's too late, everything is coming to an end. Even he himself is the same. He will even be forty years old next year, but he can't change everything now. We can only follow the destiny and go all the way to the present.

"You go." Davian could only say this simple sentence to let Morgan leave. Morgan responded with a cruel smile and kissed Davian on the cheek before leaving. Then she left, knowing that her goal had been achieved. Britain's next fate is already determined.

In the days that followed, Davian could not sleep even in bed. The fact of Mordred's true identity made him very worried. If this matter was not handled well, it would be really troublesome.

But fortunately, Mordred's performance was normal in the next few days. Davian was relieved, okay, okay, his education was not in vain. Mordred is still a person who puts the overall situation first and does not let his personal affairs affect what he should do.

But at this moment, the door of his room suddenly rang. Davian was a little surprised. It was already late at night. Who would come to him?

He opened his mouth to invite the person outside the door to come in. To his surprise, the person who came was Artoria.

Davian hurriedly pulled out a chair and asked the king to sit down, but his room was so simple that there was only such a chair and a desk. Then there is a very ordinary bed and a bedside table, and on the bedside table is a small display stand. But what is qualified to be placed on the display stand is just a hair tie that can be seen everywhere.

"I want to talk to you about Mordred." When Arturia mentioned this, Davian's expression became helpless. This matter really troubled her.

"You mean she is actually your son... that's it." Davian sighed. I'm afraid only the four of them know about this matter now... no, four of them and one dream demon know about it.

Arturia showed a look of surprise, and she couldn't help but said: "You already know? From where?"

"When Morgan came, I happened to overhear the conversation between her and Mordred, and learned this fact that shocked me deeply. How did you handle it?" Davian was also curious about how Arturia handled the matter. Yes, Mordred's attitude is still very calm now.

"I told her that I could acknowledge her as my son in private, but I could not hand over the throne to her. From the moment I knew she was my son, I knew she would not live long. She was my sister and I An artificial person made from the essence of life, but such an artificial person will not live long. Coupled with the problem of ability, I can admit that she is my son, but I will never pass the throne to him. "

Arturia's words drew Davian's frequent nods, and this was already the best situation. After all, he also knew that he could never pass the throne to Mordred now. If that were the case, it would cause turmoil. They had worked hard for so many years and could not fail just now.

"I believe your words should bring some comfort to her heart. After all, even if she does not have the throne. But you have recognized her as your son. There is no child in this world who does not long for his father's recognition. It is enough for you to say that, I believe she will understand in her heart." Davian also has confidence in Mordred, and she will not be provoked by Morgan so easily.

Arturia smiled relieved when she heard Davian's thoughts. Yes, after all, Mordred is by Davian's side and has experienced Davian's words and deeds for so long, so she won't be so messy.

"Go back and rest, Artoria, you must be tired." Davian also hoped that Artoria could rest early, after all, it was already late at night.

"What you said is that it's really time for me to rest." Artoria stood up, but at this time both of them heard eager footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

After that, Wenchenlieb opened Davian's door directly. Before he could see the people in the room clearly, he shouted: "Legion Commander! Do you know where King Arthur is? I can't find it anywhere..."

"Calm down, Mr. Wenqinlibu, I'm right here. What happened?" Artoria motioned to Wenqinlibu to calm down first. There's nothing to worry about now, right?

Wengenrib felt a little relieved after seeing the two people here, but he was still very anxious and said hurriedly: "My king! Commander of the legion! Something bad has happened, Lancelot... Lancelot has escaped. !”