Lords of Camelot

"You're recovering well. That makes me feel relieved." Gawain felt relieved when he saw Davian in front of him. Under Merlin's care, Davian's complexion was now quite good.

Davian stood there watering the flowers and plants he had planted. He looked nothing like the former Lord of Camelot. He looked like a retired old man, and the murderous aura was no longer associated with him.

Gawain just sat there, watching Davian do what he was doing. But Gawain would not say that his old friend was abandoning his responsibility. On the contrary, Gawain would only say that he had given everything he could.

Reputation, power, these external worldly things have all been thrown out of Davian's mind. He doesn't care, and he doesn't need to.

Now he is just a pretty boy kept by Merlin...ah, that's not quite right, after all, his face is no longer white, it's just the traces of time, no mortal can resist it.

After Davian finished watering, he put down the kettle and sat opposite Gawain. The two of them enjoyed this afternoon peacefully and comfortably. To be honest, Gawain always felt that Davian had a calm aura, and it was difficult to get excited around him.

"Mordred has done a good job recently, very much like you." Gawain praised, and Davian nodded, because he also saw Mordred's efforts, and the way he was striving forward now was exactly the same as he was back then.

Even though he knew that he only had less than ten years left to live, Davian still wanted to pass the position to him, because this was the final result of his beloved son's efforts and no one else could interfere.

To put it bluntly, even if he died, Mordred should have died in that position.

"So, what's the next path for Britain? Lord, the kingship is not eternal. Even if Arthur has the blessing of immortality, I still think that is not the right path."

Gawain was not stupid, on the contrary, the education he received and the knowledge he gained told him that his future fate might not be the fate of extraordinary people like them, or it could not be maintained by just one person.

After a moment of silence, Davian gave his answer: "In Britain, the next fate should be the fate of people, their fate. Arthur should not accept the blessing of the sword in the lake, but should just lead the country as a person with extraordinary power."

In the eyes of others, these words may be just complaints, or they may express Davian's dissatisfaction with Arthur. However, Gawain can hear the meaning behind his words. The eternal kingdom maintained by one person is ultimately just a dream.

Of course, Arthur still has human heart, but the so-called maintenance of an eternal kingdom is not a human way. But Davian did not say what to let Gawain do, he just expressed such a meaning.

"Lord, if everything reaches the point of no return...what will you do?"

This sentence was very strong, and it was a complete inquiry. But Davian disdained to hide it, and he didn't need to hide it.

"In Britain, will is everything. And no one's will is greater than mine. If it really comes to that, if it really comes to the moment when we must draw our swords... I will do what I should do."

Gawain fell silent, and then he didn't know what to say.

"Those who are loyal to their monarch should perhaps draw their swords against you at this moment to prove their loyalty."

Gawain spoke, but Davian just shook his head. At this moment, Gawain suddenly felt a chill, and he suddenly found that ice had appeared on his holy sword.

The sun's light and flames still danced inside, but they could not break through the ice.

Davian felt helpless. Gawain was really a man who hid his abilities. He clearly had stronger powers but he just didn't show them.

"Many people have always believed that you are only ranked third in the Round Table because you have three times the power during the day. But I know very well that you have reached great perfection. Even at dusk or at night, you can still display your full strength. Lancelot is no longer your opponent."

Gawain could only smile bitterly when he heard this, because Davian was right. People always thought that Lancelot should be ranked third after all the considerations, but in fact, he should always be ranked third.

However, this secret was easily revealed by Davian. Only then was Gawain able to further glimpse Davian's strength. It turned out that he had already surpassed his fellow members of the Round Table by far.

"As I said, in Britain, will determines everything, and no one's will is higher than mine. Arthur is no match for me, but things are not at their worst yet, so we still have to follow the current path."

What Davian said now made him seem like a conservative, but Gawain knew that Davian just didn't want to be too radical. What he always wanted was to protect the people and protect more lives.

Just as he did not raise a banner of justice to conquer the world, but instead found the most suitable person and worked with him to suppress Britain as quickly as possible, buying the people a chance to breathe in these years.

Gawain nodded and then said, "I understand your words and I will keep them in mind. I wish you a smooth journey to Canterbury in a while."

Davian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Could these bastards not tell him about this matter to everyone who came to his house? He didn't know how to react. Didn't they know to avoid suspicion and say less about this kind of thing?

After Gawain left, Merlin came out and put down the tea for him. Davian smiled bitterly, took her into his arms and said to her: "Why do you hate Gawain? It's too much to not even give him a glass of water when he came as a guest."

"Humph~"

Merlin turned her head away proudly, obviously not wanting to bother with Gawain. Davian knew her temper, so he naturally didn't say anything more to her.

Then he looked into the distance and saw the real guest coming.

Agguiwen, dressed in black armor, pushed open the small gate and walked in. Davidian felt that the flowers and plants he planted were a little wilted when they saw Agguiwen.

Agragwen is too dull, so he and Lancelot can never get along. Although Lancelot has his own problems, I hope that their father-son relationship will improve after Galahad returns.

"Your question just now is a question of speech. If it is heard by others with ulterior motives, they will probably encourage you to raise the flag and rebel against King Arthur."

Agguwen sat down opposite him, and then Davian made a cup of tea for Agguwen before Merlin took action. That was enough.

"It's okay. You know me. I'm not interested in those things. Otherwise, I could have been the one sitting in that seat now, but I don't care."

After Davian finished speaking, he raised his teacup and took a sip calmly. Faced with his honesty, Aguiwen could only smile helplessly, because he really couldn't control Davian.

Apart from Merlin, no one is qualified or capable enough to control Davian.