Lords of Camelot

On the day Guinevere gave birth, Davian waited outside the door calmly. The Archbishop had already arranged for the best and most experienced doctors and nuns in Canterbury to go in and take charge of the birth, and Davian couldn't say much at this time.

Merlin sat beside him and waited for the baby's cry. Davian was holding her hand, so Merlin didn't feel Davian's nervousness. She was a little surprised. Shouldn't a father be nervous for the first time?

When the baby cried, Davian finally let go of Merlin's hand and stood up. But Merlin still couldn't see the change in Davian's expression, which made her want to get into Davian's mind to see what he was thinking.

The nun had come out holding Davian's child and told him it was a boy. Davian looked at the baby in her arms and walked into Guinevere's room after confirming that he was safe.

At this moment, in Davian's eyes, Guinevere's head was covered with sweat. This was the first time Davian saw a woman who had just given birth. In Davian's eyes now, the expression on Guinevere's face was great and sacred.

He knelt on one knee beside Guinevere's bed, held Guinevere's right hand with both hands and kissed it gently. Even if this child was born because of Morgan's conspiracy, it was just a boring reason.

Guinevere still gave birth to his child, there was no need to say more. Davian's gratitude to her was enough... although Davian never hated her in the first place.

"The years ahead will be long, Guinevere, you must be prepared. The world's accusations and scrutiny will come to you and our children. I may not be able to give you much help, but when you need it, please tell the Archbishop. As long as I know, I will come."

Davian's promise is more precious than gold, because he will do his best to do what he promised. And this is what he promised to Guinevere at this moment, he will definitely abide by the oath he made.

Guinevere's tears fell from her eyes, she knew how she would spend the rest of her life. But she didn't think it was hard, she would pray devoutly and help the poor in her remaining life, and then raise the child between her and Davian well.

"Please give this child a name, Lord Davian. He will be one of my hopes for the rest of my life."

Then, Davian said the name - Eisenhorn Slerik. This name did not carry any special wishes for Davian, because he just hoped that his son could live an ordinary life in Britain.

He didn't have to become a great warrior or an outstanding scholar, even if he was just an ordinary farmer in the future, that was fine. Because now Davian felt that it was a good thing to be able to live peacefully in this strange land of Britain.

Guinevere fell asleep contentedly after receiving the ordinary name that Davian had given to her son. She had understood what Davian meant, so there was no need to say anything more at this moment.

Davian put her hand back into the quilt and walked out of the room. His son was now taken to another place for care. After the body was processed, it would be sent back to Guinevere. That would be the time for them to spend together as mother and son.

Davian didn't plan to go back so soon. He had to stay here for a while. Women who had just given birth always had more thoughts than others. He needed to stay here with Guinevere for a while to prevent her from suffering from postpartum depression.

Not to mention that she had experienced such great mental trauma before, so she must not feel neglected. This is also for Guinevere's own good.

"I always feel that you are unreasonably calm. This doesn't feel like being a father." Looking at Davian who came out, Merlin couldn't help but complain.

However, Davian's next words surprised Merlin. He said, "Merlin, I feel a little tired... Come and rest with me for a while."

This sentence surprised Merlin. She had been with Davian for so many years. This was the first time she heard Davian say that he was tired. At this moment, let alone say anything else, Merlin just hoped that she could accompany him to have a good rest for a while.

The two returned to the room, and then Davian slowly fell asleep in Merlin's arms. Merlin gently stroked the back of his head, making Davian sleep more peacefully.

He was indeed too tired and had too many things to think about. Especially the incident with Guinevere had given him a considerable shock. Everything should not have been like this, but unfortunately, it was not as he wished, and fate played a big joke on them.

"Have a good rest, my Davian..."

At this moment, in the legendary Fisher King's castle, Galahad held up the Holy Grail, and at the moment he held up the Holy Grail, he heard the voice of heaven. It was at the moment he held the Holy Grail that he shared his perception with the world.

At this moment, he understood. He should obey this voice, he should let go and return everything to God. However, before returning it, he couldn't help but think - if it was Lord Davian who heard this voice, what would he do?

Give up Britain for the world, or fight the world for Britain? What will the gentleman do? It is really curious.

In the eyes of Percival and Bowes, the Holy Grail in Galahad's hand disappeared, and a white light appeared on his body.

Galahad turned around and said to the knights who had accompanied him through so many hardships to find the Holy Grail:

"My knight brother, it seems that I can only go here and cannot go further. This Holy Grail has only come before me, and it is the answer given to us by the world. Just as God taught you - you can only go here and not go beyond; your arrogant waves must stop here.

The mystery of Britain should end here, and the era of people will come. No matter how powerful King Arthur is, no matter how noble his will is, he should not go against the trend of the times.

Please tell Lord Davian that he has done his best for this era. Then please let him go and go back to his own life. He has done enough for this era and for Britain.

No one in Britain could overcome his will, but Lord Davian was still a man, nothing more. He no longer needed to give to this island, to this country.

Finally, please tell him that although Lancelot did not make me feel that way. But Lord Davidian, who treated me like his own son, can be called my father, and I feel honored and proud to be with him in my life. "

After saying these words, the white light from Galahad's body pierced everyone's eyes so much that they could no longer open them. When the light faded, Galahad disappeared from their sight.