Lords of Camelot

Davian put the Unmarked Sword on his shoulder and sighed slightly. As an old friend, of course he couldn't see Lancelot's crazy look. That can even be said to be a tragedy, which is too sad. His long-time friend actually degenerated into such a crazy beast in a world without him. The incident with the princess really hit him hard.

"I really watched a good show today. The knights from foreign countries, the knight on the lake who fell to the end of madness, the golden guy, the strongest knight of the Fiona Knights and King Arthur of Britain. Sure enough, this scene The Holy Grail War is really interesting." After Iskandar finished speaking, he laughed wantonly, and Davian could feel the kingly aura in this man. Although it is unclear who he is, he must be someone qualified enough to lead everyone to create an empire.

But Davian's current interest is not in him yet, and he sets his sights on Artoria in the distance. Her expression was complicated, with grief and regret, and many different emotions condensed into a face that could be called the ultimate tangle.

"King Arthur, what are you worried about? What are you lamenting about? Why did you join this Holy Grail War? As far as I know, you shouldn't have anything you desire?" Davian walked towards Artoria. , and his armor dissipated along with the Phoenix's flames. Many years later, Davian once again looked at Artoria from a bird's eye view.

Hiss, this feeling is so good. Ever since she picked up the holy spear and grew taller, he could only look at her levelly. Now that he saw the little girl Arturia again, he was really secretly happy.

Arturia raised her head and asked with an unwavering gaze: "I'm sorry I can't answer this kind of thing, because..."

"Ah, I understand. I must want to grow ten centimeters taller! Don't worry about that kind of thing. You can do it with the magic power of the Holy Spear. You don't need to rely on the Holy Grail at all." Davian chose to answer. He had to Say, fifteen hundred years of travel combined with a brief break from his duties as Lord of Camelot. Now, his words and deeds are somewhat out of touch.

Not to mention the rare chance to see the foreign king of knights today, which was even more interesting. His joy was beyond words.

But such a joke made Artoria in front of him a little unhappy. She shook the hilt of her sword, indicating that she was now fully armed and that she didn't mind starting a battle with Davian in front of her. After all, she was very sure of her performance as a warrior. Although the person in front of her defeated Lancelot who had just transformed into a berserker, it was very difficult to defeat her.

But when she thought of the crazy Lancelot, her expression still became remorseful.

[Mr. Lancelot, do you hate me so much? Needless to say, Artoria's inner self-blame was really because she saw the crazy Lancelot, which made her even more determined to get the Holy Grail.

Davian didn't know why she was blaming herself, but everyone was shocked anyway. Although he didn't know the era of this world, he had to say it was the twentieth century. Since the Arturia in front of me has become a Heroic Spirit, she should have figured it out no matter what.

However, Artoria suddenly realized something. She had not been able to tell from the battle just now that the berserker was Lancelot. Obviously the protection or special skills of being a Servant played a role, but the Davian in front of him actually figured it out with just three strokes, five divided by two?

"Who are you? Why can you tell that the servant is Lancelot just based on the exchange just now? In the end, it is hard to say whether it is the real Lancelot. After all, it is just your family's opinion. "Artoria calmed down her emotions and asked Davian in front of her with the majesty of a king and the dignity of a knight.

Davian was inspired by her momentum and unconsciously responded with the momentum he once had as the lord of Camelot. He answered her in a solemn manner: "Because I am the Dragon Knight of Britain, the executioner of the Round Table, and the lord of Camelot. I am Davian Slyric. I am loyal to only one person - King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon. I am delivering Lancelot's final end, and that end is called... …die!"

His series of words brought out an astonishing amount of information, and all the servants present except Gilgamesh were shocked. They did not know such a lord of Camelot, but he had just called King Arthur the foreign king of knights. Then, he is someone from another world.

Arturia was even more shocked. It turned out that there was such a lord of Camelot without her knowledge. He even gave Lancelot an ending called death, but from what he just said, it was obvious that he also wanted to seize the Holy Grail.

"I see, that's it! A foreign lord of Camelot? What an interesting existence. I didn't expect that King Arthur of Britain would have such a terrifying knight. Can you treat me to a drink next time?" Iskandar said carelessly. The invitation went out. And since he was asked this question, Davian would not choose to ignore it.

"Of course...can you tell me your name first? Otherwise, it's okay to give me a title. After all, this is the Holy Grail War. I can understand the importance of hiding your real name. But Artoria doesn't care. After all, this guy is too strong. No ordinary servant can beat her." Having said this, Davian looked at the invisible sword in Artoria's hand.

Good guy, I forgot that she is a servant now, not in full costume. There is no war horse Don Stallion and Ramle, no holy spear Lungominiad, no holy sword scabbard.

Hiss, forget it, there is a sword that can probably catch others and chop them.

"Hey, didn't I just give my name?" Iskandar was stunned, and then the Master beside him quickly reminded him that Davian fell from the sky after he gave his name.

Iskandar also reacted, and then he reported his name again: "My name is Iskandar the Conqueror! I appeared as a cavalry in this Holy Grail War!"

"Oh~ Alexander the Great, right? Your name is indeed known to everyone. If you want to invite me for a drink, then I will definitely not refuse. This is really an honor." Davian nodded. He signaled that he had written it down. The man in front of him was undoubtedly a powerful person. But I don’t know how powerful it is.

But forget it, I'm definitely not as good as myself in a real fight.

"Then it's settled, see you next time! Foreign lord of Camelot! I will bring good wine to treat you and that knight king to have a good drink." After that, he waved the reins and drove the double bull. The chariot flew into the sky with thunder and roar. Davian looked at the chariot. It was indeed very powerful. Even an ox-cart could fly.

Gilgamesh also laughed disdainfully. But before leaving, he still said a few words: "O foreign lord of Camelot, your journey has been too long. If you really want to say it, I suggest you put down your sword and end it like this. However, This is just a suggestion, after all, I know you won’t listen.”