Lords of Camelot

Davian poured tea for the two people who sat down, and then it was his turn. It was true that the atmosphere was a little scary, but he couldn't back down at this time.

The strong drink tea! The weak drown! There is no reason to retreat at this moment!

Morgan elegantly picked up the black tea and tasted it. Then she actually showed a relieved expression at this moment. At this moment, without outsiders around, she calmed down instead.

"Altria Pendragon... a holy sword knight in pan-human history and Morgan's enemy. Now that I see her in person, even I can't help but sigh. Even if it's only for a short time, the ideal king does exist."

She actually spoke words of praise, and Davian was shocked by her demeanor at the moment. This was completely different from what she had just done outside, but after thinking about it for a while, Davian figured it out.

After all, she is not the Morgan of pan-human history. At this moment, facing the special existence of Altria, her former nature also emerged.

After all, she has never been a bad person, but her fairy nature and the things she encountered led her to the path she is on now.

"You're exaggerating, the ideal king. I thought I'd see a rare villain here. But now that I see you, I understand. It's not that you don't want to, but that you can't.

The external environment did not give you the opportunity to pursue your ideal path, so you became the cruel and terrifying Queen of Winter today."

Altria also smiled and sipped her tea. The atmosphere at the scene was not as harsh as others had imagined. Instead, it could be said that everyone was having fun. Even Davian was no longer worried about what would happen next.

"If you don't mind, why don't you tell me about the past? You don't have to hide anything from a passerby like me, right?"

Altria smiled and brought the topic back to the past. Morgan showed a surprised expression, but then she continued to talk about the past with a smile.

The Rain Clan had a happy childhood, obtained the memories of the pan-human Smorgan and escaped, and traveled around Britain as the savior until the destruction of Londinium.

After that, she ruled over Britain as the Queen of Winter, established the Fairy Kingdom, and worked with Davian to bring it all to this moment.

Thinking back carefully, it was a long time, so long that she couldn't even remember some of the details. Although she herself didn't leave Camelot very often, Davian was the one who was always out on field trips.

But Altria's expression became strange. The more she listened to Morgan's past, the more outrageous it seemed to her. Was this a replica of her past?

"Davian, are you sure she is Morgan from the Lostbelt and not me from the Lostbelt?" She couldn't help but ask Davian this, and Davian looked surprised and asked her what she meant.

"Think about it, a happy childhood, touring Britain and protecting her, and then encountering an unimaginable destruction. Isn't this what you and I are fighting against? Wasn't it the same in our lives?"

After Altria said this, Davian also showed a surprised look. Yes, this is too similar. At that time, at that moment, it is exactly like this moment.

Isn't that the case with pan-human history? Her happy childhood determined her reason for fighting, and after that, she continued to travel and fight until they built the chalk city of Camelot.

And the final destruction was unimaginable: the death of Davian, the annihilation of the First Legion, the Battle of Camlan, and the death of Altria.

The only difference is that Morgan here survived and chose to rise up after experiencing such devastation, even though she knew many things were wrong, she continued to do them just for the Britain she wanted.

The two are so similar, which was something Davian, who was in the game before, could not have imagined. Now that Altria has awakened him, this is really a replica of Britain in pan-human history.

“It’s really hard to imagine… After all these long years, we realized that we haven’t escaped from this cycle of reincarnation at all.

It’s just that the invasion of foreign races has become a regular disaster, the barren island has become a gathering place for the dead, and the people tortured by the island have become goblins that may go berserk at any time.”

Davian couldn't help but sigh that this was fate, a fate that no one born in Britain could escape, no matter if they were heroes or witches.

"This past experience has made me completely understand that although we are incompatible, you and I can only deny each other.

But you have come back from the end and have been protecting Britain, and I should pay you respect for that. Even if others cannot understand, you love Britain more than anyone else, even me."

Altria raised her teacup to show respect to Morgan with an absolutely calm face, and her words were very clear.

Morgan also raised her teacup in return of the same respect. She had once wanted to take the ideal path but had failed. However, the person in front of her was exactly the end of her path.

"Yes, we are incompatible and can only deny each other. But I also give you my respect, the king of ideals, worthy of the Lord of Camelot's lifelong loyalty and entrusting his life to you."

Altria heard the slight hint of jealousy in her words, which made her laugh. It was beyond her expectation that this person had such a lovely side.

Thinking of this, she looked directly at Davian next to her. At this moment, Davian wisely chose to play ostrich and continue to drink tea.

Morgan's true nature is still that of the little witch from the Rain Clan. He has always been very clear about this, but he never says it.

Seeing that Davian chose to play dead at this time, Altria smiled and said to Morgan: "Isn't he really devoted himself to you? I don't think so. He was even willing to draw his sword against me for you."

Hearing this, Morgan was stunned, and then she turned to look at Davian like lightning. Davian continued to play dead at this time, and refused to speak anyway. He would never dare to speak now.

“His affection for you is no joke, it’s just that he prefers to do it directly rather than talk, Davian has always been like this.

Queen Morgan le Fay, there is nothing wrong with your desire; it is your path that is wrong.

Davian knows all this, but he is still willing to fight for you until this moment. There is no need to say more about his inner thoughts. "

Morgan felt relieved at this moment. She finally understood her position in Davian's heart. Davian had already placed her there. In Davian's heart, she was no worse than Altria.

It's just that Davian is not good at speaking, and he doesn't make his words so clear. So Morgan has some misunderstandings, but now with Altria's help, she finally understands it.

So she kissed Davian hard in front of Artoria, and Artoria choked on the black tea she had just drunk.

Is Morgan from the Lostbelt so bold and unrestrained? This is even more outrageous than her sister.