Lords of Camelot

"Well, what Ritsuka-kun said is true. The ancestors of the six major clans are not to be mentioned, and the fact that the giant beast god Cernunnos actually existed is also surprising. By the way, what do you think the animal on its shoulder is?"

Da Vinci had actually already guessed what the animal was, but out of her childish mentality she couldn't help but ask.

"It's a human." Li Xiang also gave an answer, and the others who were still awake also agreed with his idea.

"That's what I thought. God needs a spokesperson. That human is probably the priest of Cornunus. He should be the one who conveys the words of God to the six fairies. He's like a witch."

After Da Vinci said this, Ritsuka was so scared that he was paralyzed.

As expected, combining everyone's wisdom can broaden our horizons. In this way, we can better understand why Cernunnos cursed the fairies on the British Isles.

Not only did they kill the gods, they even used the last priestess as raw material to make humans. Ritsuka thought about it from another perspective, he was chopped up, and then Mashu was treated like that...

Forget it. I guess I will curse the person who did such a thing for the rest of his life.

"But this really has all the elements. In the founding period of Britain, there were gods, priests, and fairies. But now there are no gods or priests, only fairies and humans created by fairies. It seems that there must be some inside story. Is this what Morgan is hiding?"

Muramasa had some doubts, but this time no one could answer his doubts.

What exactly Morgan was hiding in terms of history was something only she and Davian knew. This batch of information had long been sealed in the Great Library of Camelot.

Even though they didn't expect that someone had secretly taken this information out, now Mu Ruien has already bought this thing.

It's just that she herself hasn't seen it yet. If she had seen it, she would probably be close to a mental breakdown.

"Anyway, after entering the Queen's Calendar, the dictation of God completely disappeared, so it is probably correct. However, there is another question. It sounds like Cernunnos granted the land to the ancestors of the six major clans. Then who prepared the forest in this lake area and the land of the northern fairies?"

Da Vinci asked this question again, and Habertlot answered that he knew. Moreover, this was a secret that the fairies after the Queen's Calendar did not know, and it belonged only to the Mirror Clan.

In this lake, there is the remains of a certain creature. Even if the whole world is completely renewed and becomes a lifeless ocean, there is still the only thing that has not been decomposed, and the remains will eventually become a small forest.

That is the last dragon, Albion of the Border. The remains of the dragon that failed to return to the inner sea of ​​the star are the land of the northern elves.

Everyone couldn't help but stare with wide eyes and showed surprised expressions. Ritsuka was surprised that the dragon could escape from the clutches of Sefalu and survive, while others were surprised that such an incredible thing was sleeping in this place. It was so exaggerated~

"Okay, that's enough for the bedtime story. Go to sleep, everyone! We'll talk about the future tomorrow."

Habertlot returned to her loom, lay down and began to sleep soundly. The others also looked tired and prepared to have a good rest.

Li Xiang also found a suitable place to lie down, but before he fell asleep, all he could think about were those damn things. This was really too evil and too outrageous. If it was a day ago, he would never have dreamed of such a thing.

At this time, outside the city of Lontinium, Davian was looking at the tarnished city walls in the distance. They had fought for another day today, and both the attacking and defending sides were under great pressure.

Davian did not take action, and the same went for Altria.

It's not that Davidian is unwilling to attack the city walls or gates under the rain of arrows, but because as long as my king doesn't take action, it will be useless for him to take action, so he has been just commanding the battle.

At this time, he could more or less understand the pressure that Mordred felt back then. It would be troublesome if he went up and failed to win.

Therefore, they can only rely on their advantages in numbers and materials to continuously wage a war of suppression. When the people inside can no longer hold on, the city will naturally be destroyed and everyone will die.

At this time, he was not worried about Lontinium in front of him, but the chasing troops over there. Bagster had already lost once, and he didn't know how much pressure he could put on Lixiang and the others.

As for Melyuchina... forget it. There was really no way to expect that girl to do a good job, especially since she and I didn't get along.

I'm not sure how much effect my orders to her will have. The most likely possibility is that the guy is just trying to take advantage of the situation, going out for a while and then coming back. That's about it.

It was at times like this that Davidian couldn't help but sigh that he was really short of people, but every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

I never had this thought before when I was in the sixth singularity. Whether it was Gawain or Lancelot, it didn't matter if they betrayed or lost.

However, now I feel sad that I have no one to use. This change really proves the change in my state of mind.

[Defeat me, and also defeat Morgan. This is hard to say, and even harder to do. How far can you go? It's really touching.]

While thinking about this, he went outside the city wall of Londinium. When he looked up, the king was also looking at him.

The two of them just watched each other, and no one knew where their future would go. As people in the chess game, it seemed that they could only run wildly in an unknown direction according to their roles.

Percival stood beside Altria like this, a scene that had appeared many times in pan-human history. And in this Lostbelt, it was still a novel experience for Percival.

He was also praised by Altria many times as being no less capable than the Paladin in pan-human history. Well, the King had also warned him many times not to use the full power of the Spear of the Chosen again.

His body has reached its limit. Even if he releases it with all his strength, the chosen spear will take his life. At that time, everything will be over, and no one can save his life.

Percival smiled and said that he would keep this in mind, but when Altria saw his expression and demeanor, she knew that when the critical moment came, this man would ignore all prohibitions and use the Spear of the Chosen to its full potential.

Seeing these two people looking at each other from afar, Percival couldn't help but say, "Why don't you go down and talk to Lord Davian? That must be a comfort to him."

However, Altria just smiled and shook her head. She didn't need to go down or say anything. She understood Davian's heart, and Davian also understood her heart. There was no need to say more about the tacit understanding between the two of them. They really understood each other too well.

"Now that we have determined it, we must follow through. There is nothing much to say. This is true for both pan-human history and the Lostbelt, Percival, do you understand?"

Altria's words pointed directly to Percival's true intentions. He could only smile bitterly to himself. King Arthur in front of him really saw through him. Just his little thoughts...