Lords of Camelot

"You have been haunted by three great speaking spirits for seven days."

"From the Wheel of Inhibition, O Guardian of the Scales!"

The magic circle of summoning emitted a brilliant light in this forest, and in this illusory story, the woman summoned that man, the dark swordsman.

"Morgan? It's really your voice. No matter how many times your voice shines into my heart like moonlight. But I thought you no longer needed me to give anything for you."

A swordsman wearing evil dragon armor appeared from the magic circle, and the visitor looked up at the person in front of him, hoping to see the figure of his beloved with his own eyes.

However, Davian was stunned, as if he had been greatly deceived. He angrily asked the person in front of him:

"Who are you? Why do you carry Morgan's aura? Why do you have a similar spiritual base to hers? Why are you calling me?"

However, she just stretched out her hand and said coldly: "I am Morgan, but I am not your Morgan. Dark Knight, Lord of Camelot, hold my hand and you will know the truth of everything."

It was a cold declaration, yet Davian still reached out his hand because he wanted to know the reason and truth behind all this.

At this moment, Davian unilaterally completed synaesthesia with Morgan and gained all her memories and emotions.

Pain, sorrow, victory, failure, fear, hatred, betrayal, salvation, those thousand years of history impacted Davian's spirit and made his iron will feel miserable.

When Davian absorbed all this and calmed down, he just asked the person in front of him what she wanted to do and what she wanted to get from him.

"I will use the magic of the Illusion Tree to summon back all the fairies that were destroyed in the Great Disaster, and with your and my power, I will make them all surrender!

The harsh rule of the Queen of Winter and the Lord of Camelot will begin. I want my own Britain!"

These few simple words made clear what she was thinking, but Davian could not hold back any longer. He could not help shouting:

"Do you understand? This is your final outcome! Even if you do this, what can you change? The fairies will not change, and everything in the past will happen again! In the end, all you will get is your cruel ending!"

"Is destruction the only way out? Can't I carve out an eternal Britain of my own? Davian, are you so weak? Can't you carve out the future with your own will?"

Morgan even described Davian as weak, but Davian raised the Dark Sword and said, "Hold this sword and look at the future. It won't be too late to make a decision after you have seen it."

Morgan took the dark sword without hesitation, and the next moment a dark future enveloped her.

I crawled towards the throne wailing, the goblins around me cursed me, and everything came to an end again.

She couldn't change the nature of the fairy, and the end was bound to come sooner or later.

However, she had no pain, no wailing, and no anger. She just calmly handed the sword back to Davian and said the most resolute words:

"Even so, I want to get my own Britain!"

"Even if the road ahead is dark? Even if I die without a burial place and leave behind only pain?"

"If that is really my final fate, I will resist. But if I fail, I will also go there with joy!"

This can no longer be described as firmness; it is simply a determination not to turn back until one hits the wall.

No, I'm afraid she would keep hitting the wall, and either break it down or die before that!

Davian saw the look of that person in her, and she was so determined at that time. The person in front of him was indeed Morgan. Although there were differences, their temperaments were really the same.

Morgan then said: "Then let me ask you, Dark Knight Davian, are you willing to offer your loyalty to your queen at this moment? Or rebel against me?

It's a little sad, but if you were to stand up to me right now, I would beat you back."

"I can't sit back and watch you end up like that..." Davian said after a brief silence, "So I will..."

[Davian, my Davian.] However, another voice came from Davian's ears. It was his Morgan.

[Just this time, please help her. My love, I have given her everything I can give her. Now that she has been forced to this point and even chose to summon you, I beg you, please help her, no matter what...]

There was even a pleading tone in the words of the metahuman Smorgen, and Davian had never seen her so weak.

At this moment Davian fell silent again. No, he could only remain silent.

After experiencing a lot of sadness and pain in his heart, he finally said: "I once said that my loyalty in death is dedicated to you, and now it is finally time to fulfill my oath."

He thrust the dark sword into the ground with all his might, and the next moment he untransformed and knelt on one knee to perform the knight's salute.

Needless to say, this is the answer.

"Then, kiss the back of your queen's hand and pledge your allegiance. Lord Camelot of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain - Davian Slarrick!"

Morgan placed his hand in front of him, and Davian gently took it and kissed the white back.

At the moment of the oath, Morgan took off her disguise as the Queen of Winter and revealed her true self. She said to Davian sadly:

"I know all this is painful for you. Davian, you have never experienced the beauty that we once experienced in the fairy kingdom. Now you are summoned only to go to the dark end for my own selfish desires.

All this is so unfair to you, you are forced to submit to me and do something you don't want to do just because of the oath you made. "

Davian was silent. This was the saddest fact. Even in Britain, even if it was to use him, he had a good time walking side by side with Morgan.

Even Morgan fell into that feeling and couldn't extricate himself in the end.

Her love was indeed given to Davian.

But what about now? He was not even given this little bit of happiness. After declaring his allegiance, all he had to face was this cold and painful reality and the fate of being used.

The snow that fell in Orkney in the north was like tears, perhaps reflecting Davian's mood at the moment.

"So I also give you my love, and this love will only be given to you and me - my only husband. In the countless years to come, you are the only one who is qualified to walk shoulder to shoulder with me."

But Morgan gave the last valuable thing he could give, and Davian responded.

"Then this is enough. This love will outweigh the pain. At this moment, I will abandon the persistence of the lord, the persistence of the hero, and even the persistence of the knight. I will give everything to you - Morgan."

The journey of the Winter Queen and the Dark Knight will begin at this moment. A few months later, the two will join forces to launch the Winter War.

The Knight of the King used his absolutely terrifying strength and political means to suppress the five major fairy clans of Wind, Earth, Fang, Wing and Mirror and forced them to worship Morgan as their king.

The chalk palace of Camelot rose up around the great hole in the center of Britain. The Queen of Winter descended upon her throne, and the Lord of Camelot stood with his sword before all the goblins to maintain the Queen's rule.

Morgan collected magic power called "existence tax" from the fairies and stored it in the Jade Throne. She began to make twelve Rungomyniads just to guard against the disaster that would eventually emerge from the big hole. The Jade Throne was also the center of the fairy kingdom, just to maintain the circulation of all the fairies in the south.

At this point, all the basics have finally been completed, and the dark history and rule will begin at this moment.