Lords of Camelot

Davian began to slowly recount the 1500-year search, but he intentionally or unintentionally omitted himself and focused on the story of Bedivere.

He had seen his efforts and struggles, and although he was angry at first, Davian had always been proud of him.

He was his best friend, and they had been together from the first war to the end.

As Davidian spoke, he was lost in those memories, and his expression became happy. After all, the ending was a happy one.

As Altria listened, her expression changed. She could feel that Davian had intentionally or unintentionally removed her from all these things! In the end, he only knew how to tell the story of Bedivere, and he didn't say anything about his own affairs!

Although Altria was deeply moved by Bedivere's story, what she wanted to know more at this moment was what Davian had experienced in the meantime. But, what Davian told was all indirect description.

"Even if he doesn't care about me, it's too much to go to this extent..." Altria couldn't help but give such an evaluation. She was a little unhappy for the rare time. Why was he always like this, always acting like he didn't care about me.

"I just think he did a better job than me, nothing more than that." Davidian responded to Altria so calmly. Altria could only sigh helplessly at this moment.

Although many bad things happened during his lifetime, Davian always cared about the friendship between him and the other Knights of the Round Table.

Sir Tristan can't control his mouth, and Sir Lancelot made a big mistake, but Davian still calls them my friends.

Not to mention Bedivere, Davian had a lot of respect for him besides friendship. Now when he recounted the past, he would naturally tell more about him.

When Altria was about to say more, Morgan knocked on the wall and made a little noise. She smiled casually at Altria and pointed to the bathroom, indicating that it was her turn to take a shower.

Morgan's humble attitude made Altria feel uncomfortable for a moment. She glanced at Davian, and Davian pointed to the bathroom, indicating that she should go in and take a good bath.

Although she still had a thousand words to say, Altria had no choice but to keep them to herself. After the king entered, Morgan crawled into Davian's arms, leaned on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

"Thank you. You saved me. If Altria asks more questions, I won't know how to answer with my stupid mouth."

Davian held her in his arms and smelled the fresh scent of her hair. At this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if he continued to talk, he would soon be unable to hold back.

There were some things he just didn't want to tell the king. After all, he felt that saying them would only make the king feel unnecessary discomfort.

In this regard, he always has a strange sense of selfishness. He always thinks that his suffering is his own business and has nothing to do with other people. Although people will always be unable to hold back, before that, he will habitually endure and persevere.

Of course, there were times when I couldn't hold on. Things were probably horrible at that time, but fortunately, everything has come to this point today, and I don't think that kind of thing will happen again.

"You are always like this to her. Even I can't help but be jealous. You always keep the good things for her and never want to bring her any pain. It's as if you are not the Lord of Camelot who is in love with her, but Uther who thinks about her future."

Morgan's description made Davian stunned for a moment. He couldn't help asking if he had that feeling. Morgan smiled and didn't answer. After all, she knew that Davian had never known that Yusser had secretly watched him for three years. In his impression, Yusser had died a long time ago.

"Now that you mention it, I'm even more jealous. You've devoted yourself to her to such an extent. With what you achieved when you were alive, you could have put her in any position you want. But you still have to wait for her to take the initiative..."

Hearing this, Davian pinched her chin in dissatisfaction. He didn't want Morgan to speak at this time. He didn't want to listen, so it would be better for Morgan to make some other sounds.

When the king came out, all she could see was Morgan, whose face was flushed. She didn't know what to say. She heard everything that was said in the room just now. This time, it must have been Davian who took the initiative.

So now she can only join the melee, she can't just watch from the sidelines, right? That would be weird!

Now that we are here, it’s better not to make a wasted trip.

When he woke up the next day, Davian sat up and stretched. The two people next to him were still sleeping, so he had to get out of bed quietly to avoid waking them up.

Today is my last free day. Tomorrow I will dismantle the Holy Grail and that will be the end of it. This matter can finally come to an end. It turns out that my power is too strong now, so I don't feel motivated to do these things.

But in fact, it was the same before, he was not a person who liked fighting. It was just that he had to fight many times, that's all.

While he was brushing his teeth, someone hugged him from behind. From the mirror, Davian could see that the person behind him was Altria, who showed a rare hint of shyness.

Davian rinsed his mouth, then turned around and kissed her. The two of them could enjoy their free time, and then Davian asked the king to wash up quickly, so as not to miss breakfast.

"I heard that today's breakfast is my favorite soy sauce barbecued pork ramen. We can't miss it. You should hurry up too. I'm going to wake Morgan up. We can't let her sleep in again."

Davian walked out of the bathroom with a smile, and for some reason, when Altria looked at his back, she always felt that this was more like the real him.

Sometimes she was curious about what kind of family could raise someone like Davian. He was really different from other people at that time. She had asked Merlin before, but Merlin's answer was simple: he was just a wild child picked up from the battlefield, nothing special.

After Altria finished washing up, Morgan also went into the bathroom with a smile. At this moment, Davian was sitting by the window looking at the street scene below. This kind of peaceful modern life made him relax a lot.

Altria sat on the bed and began to put on her clothes. Davian turned his head and looked at her to appreciate this beautiful scene. He would understand what Merlin said at first, about beauty, and now Davian really understood it.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's never enough. Beautiful people are always beautiful." Davian sighed, and Altria put on her clothes. Then she smiled and came to Davian, took his hand, and ran out of the room while Morgan was still washing up.

When Morgan came out of the bathroom and saw the empty room, she couldn't help but pat her forehead. Oh my god, Altria actually sneaked away with her? She really was...

Oops! I was actually one step behind at this moment!