Lords of Camelot

Davian made it clear that Lancelot was not angry at Artoria. Rather, he was angry at the era and Britain that had pushed Artoria and Guinevere to that level. The way Artoria and Guinevere lived was not the way normal people lived.

"But what can we do? If I don't come forward, who should come forward? If I don't come to sacrifice, who should be allowed to sacrifice?" Artoria sighed helplessly. Davian had said something similar to Merlin, so Davian had no right to preach to him now.

"So Britain is destroyed. It's very simple. When it reaches its limit, it should end." Davian left these coldest words, because he felt that any extra words were nonsense. Britain has reached its limit, her people have reached their limit, and then this country has reached its limit.

"You are not wrong, and everyone is not wrong. It's just that that era has reached its limit. Even without Mordred, Britain will eventually usher in destruction. Think about what I said, understand?" Davian said, flying He turned to the sky, and before leaving, he spoke to Diarmuid:

"Go to your master, Diarmuid. If you still want to protect his life. But if you want to change your master, I welcome you to come to me at any time."

Without saying a word, Diarmuid immediately rushed towards Einzbern's castle. He had just felt the fluctuation of magic power. Arturia did not stop him, and out of the knight's pride, she would not stop Diarmuid.

And Davian's words did have a certain impact on her, although they were not enough to free her from her current confusion and obsession. But she did start to think about it...

[Everyone, are you not wrong...] She lamented in her heart. Davian was right, and everyone was right, but if she hadn't pulled out the sword and became king, would there have been a much more peaceful ending?

Of course, Davian will not pay attention to this for the time being. He knew that Artoria was a stubborn person, so he still had doubts about whether he could pull her out of her current obsession. But even if he has doubts, he will still try his best, after all, it is Artoria.

That night, he went to Tosaka's house, not that he wanted to sleep there. Instead, he came to borrow money from Tokiomi Tohsaka... He himself was penniless, and it was a problem for him to have a good meal in this modern society. So he had no choice but to come to Tokiomi to borrow money.

Of course, Tokiomi wouldn't care too much. After all, Davian had done a favor to the Tosaka family by saving his daughter. Of course he can afford it, just a mere amount of money. And there’s no need to pay it back, so what’s there to pay back?

Davian was somewhat grateful for Tokiomi's generosity, but even though he was grateful, he still did not mention Tokiomi's question about his followers and disciples. How should I put it... If you talk about this with a magician who is extremely traditional, I guess Tokiomi won't listen. It was as if Davian had learned before leaving that Tokiomi would still send Sakura away, but this time it would be to the Edelfeld family. Davian knew this, it was a famous magic sect in Northern Europe.

Davian's expression at that time was probably a bit similar to the one he had when Tristan led the white-handed Isolde to him, but even with such an expression, he was not unable to understand Tokiomi Tohsaka. After all, judging from the current situation, he probably doesn't know whether he can survive this Holy Grail War, so arranging a way out for his daughter is of course what a father should do.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Davian. He enjoyed a good breakfast before dawn and then found a place to sleep until dawn. While he was sleeping, the news of the defeat of the Berserker and the Magician had reached the ears of the remaining Masters.

However, Diarmuid's master has been abolished, and now Diarmuid is also worried about this matter. Of course, he never considered leaving Kenneth to find Davian. After all, for him, loyalty to his master is much more important than pursuing the Holy Grail.

The next day Davian slept through the night, got up from the grass and stretched. It was really rare to have a very relaxing sleep. It was as if all the conflicts had left him, and he could accept his fate and fall into eternal darkness, never to wake up again.

But he knew that was impossible, and he still had unfinished business. Unless he died, he must find that person.

Just as he was thinking this, a chariot carrying thunder came to him from the sky. Davian smiled, this incredible guy was really grand. I don't have such a cool chariot. As expected of a cavalry professional, I have many precious phantoms.

"Have a seat! Let's go find that little girl from the King of Knights. I heard that they have a nice castle there that can be a good place for banquets. You have to know that I've been holding it in for so long. It's rare to have such a good time. There are so many heroes, but if you don’t have a good drink and talk about life and ideals, it won’t be enough.”

"I understand the truth, but it's better not to call her a little girl. You were only 33 when you died, and she was 37 when she ended her life...ah, she should be 36 here. In terms of age, you You should call her sister." Davian smiled and jumped onto Iskandar's chariot, while choking the bold man with the reality of the situation.

This time, even Iskandar was really embarrassed. He looked young, but he was immortal because of the blessing of the holy sword. If we really look at age, I am definitely not older than anyone else.

"Have you spoken to the King of Heroes? That guy won't get lost, right?" Davian asked as he followed the chariot flying through the air. Although he thought it was impossible, he could at least say so.

"I have looked for him. That guy will not resist such a thing. Rather, I think that guy is also looking forward to it. Speaking of which, you know so many real names, but you still don't know the golden one?"

After hearing his question, Davian joked with him: "I know, but I don't want to say it. I'm afraid I'll scare you to death."

"Hoho, then you must have a rough idea in your mind. But I am the same, really... that guy's master is really desperate. He can summon such a character by name, and he must have received a very special reward. It’s a holy relic.” Iskandar couldn’t help but sigh at the efforts of others. Weber next to him felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. After all, his sacred relic was stolen from Teacher Kenneth...

With the help of flying in the air and the speed of the sacred bull chariot, the time it took them to reach Einzbern Castle was really just a little bit. Looking at the gate that was completely blown away, Davian recalled the time when Artoria destroyed the gate of Londinium with a Holy Sword Cannon.

Sure enough, violent methods are often simple and crude to use.