Lords of Camelot

Morgan gently rubbed Davian's back while taking a bath, while Altria was already relaxing in the bathtub. Today's happy time was spent like this, and after taking a bath, they could go to the room to relax for a while and then go to bed.

"What a rare moment! I can steal a little leisure time from my busy life." Davidian sighed with his back bent. At this time, Morgan patted his back gently, not understanding what nonsense he was talking about at this time. He has been very idle recently.

However, Altria leaned on the edge of the bathtub and smiled, saying, "This is not enough, is it? This little bit of leisure is still too short, maybe it should be extended? But leaving in just one more week is too fast."

"Why not wait until Shirou and the other three graduate from high school before leaving? I think that's a good idea." Altria looked at him gently. She easily saw through Davian's thoughts.

Aren't they just ghosts from the past who feel they shouldn't stay in the world, so they want to go back after they're done? But since they're here, they're not going to do anything bad, and the world won't even allow them this little freedom.

After being exposed by Altria, Davian didn't know what to say. There was nothing he could do, Altria really understood his little thoughts too well, and it was no joke to say that he was tired of living.

"Yeah, it's a rare opportunity for modern people. Wouldn't it be a shame if we don't stay for a while before leaving?" Morgan shared the same opinion. There was no point in rushing back. Since it was a leisurely and beautiful time, why not enjoy it a little longer?

Davidian was a soft-hearted guy to begin with, and now, with two people trying to persuade him, he couldn't resist at all.

So there wasn't much to say in the end. David thought for a while and decided to enjoy his time in this world a little longer.

Morgan happily hugged Davian from behind, and then Davian smiled and reached behind her to pinch her cheek. At this moment, Altria looked at her... Is it considered a harem? She also smiled casually. This was indeed much easier than when she was alive.

After the three of them finished washing, they walked slowly back to the room. At this moment, Gareth was reading a book with Jian. When he saw Davian coming back, Gareth happily ran over and threw herself into Davian's arms. Davian rubbed her head lovingly. Being with Gareth always made him happy.

The whole family gathered together and had some leisure time. Some read books, some read newspapers. David even bought a new TV in this room for everyone to watch.

However, only Gareth and Davian were watching TV together, and everyone else had books they wanted to read. Especially Altria, Davian didn't know what to say when he saw the book "The Legend of King Arthur" she was holding.

"We ourselves are the protagonists of the story, and now you see how people in later generations will write about you."

Davian thought this scene was really interesting, and Artoria responded that it was quite interesting to read these so-called stories. Look at the stories of Tristan, Percival, Gareth, and Sir Lancelot that were compiled by later generations, and look at their adventures in Britain.

There were some things she couldn't even remember, but there were other things she could tell at a glance were made up, so she'd burst into pleasant laughter from time to time.

"After all, I am the only one who knows the whole truth of the incident, and future generations can only imagine what happened between us based on their conjectures. This is also a proud thing, isn't it?"

Others also admitted that what she said was right. The fantasies that others speculated about were the reality they lived every day. People in later generations would never have thought that Gareth would be Davian's daughter. This kind of thing was too beyond their cognition.

They would never have thought that King Arthur was actually a woman, so Guinevere could not bear it and finally had an affair with another man, causing great trouble. This was also a problem on the French side, because they praised Lancelot so much that the story became wrong.

"And it also says that we didn't send a large army to pursue Lancelot because of the situation. To be honest, although Lancelot is strong, he is only that strong. I see that it says that you still took great efforts to kill Sir Lancelot. It always makes me feel weird when reading it."

Davian thought about the development at that time. Was it very difficult? The evil king's flying dragon crushed it directly as soon as it started, and Lancelot seemed to be just like that.

Then he glanced at Gareth beside him and hugged her tightly subconsciously... He had to beat Lancelot up when he had the chance.

Gareth, who was hugged by her father, was naturally very happy to be close to Davian. After all, she really didn't have any burden at all, and the closeness between father and daughter would not make others jealous. Only she could rightfully monopolize Davian.

At nightfall, David went out of the house as usual to drink and admire the moon. This was his own time, his relaxation, and he cherished this little time very much.

Because he knew that there would always be people who wanted to run away when he was alone, just like Morgan who was hugging him from behind. These people's little tricks were really easy to understand, or even Gareth couldn't stop them.

So Morgan nonchalantly grabbed the cup in his hand, took a sip and kissed him, and the two of them tasted the magical wine from Tezcatlipoca together.

When Morgan was satisfied, she let go of her lips and went into Davian's arms, occasionally raising her glass to feed him wine. At this time, Davian was more like a foolish lord, holding a vicious beauty in his arms and not caring about the troubles of the world, only caring about his own enjoyment.

Even Morgan would not speak at this time, her current mood was still a little complicated. She had not forgotten what had happened. Davian might not care about it anymore, but this made her really...

"Why are you so petty? You used to be much more domineering, the kind of person who was willing to sacrifice himself to make me your slave."

Davian suddenly smiled and comforted her. Morgan couldn't help but turn her head away. She felt like a little wife. Maybe this was a quarrel, but Davian didn't care about this kind of thing.

"I don't regret what happened in Britain, but I do feel helpless and regretful about what happened in the Lostbelt. At first, I really didn't expect there would be so many developments. I thought it would just be..."

There was no need for her to say the rest; Davian just shook his head and motioned for him to just go with it.

"The past is the past, and the present is only the present." After saying that, he picked up Morgan and returned to the room. The two of them slept in each other's arms without saying a word all night.