Lords of Camelot

The news that the third group of knights who had explored the Holy Grail had returned spread throughout Britain, but this time the news was more sad.

The perfect knight, deeply loved by the Round Table and King Arthur, and felt that he could entrust the next generation of the Round Table to the young Galahad, although he got the Holy Grail. But because he had no desires and desires, he returned the Holy Grail to heaven, and he himself returned to heaven.

Percival, a pure knight who admired King Arthur more than anyone else and was highly regarded by Davian, died on his way back.

Because the hope of finding the Holy Grail was completely cut off, Camelot also fell into sadness, but it was still a glorious sadness.

But now Camelot still has King Arthur, as well as Mordred, Gawain, Agavin, Lancelot, Tristan and other Knights of the Round Table, so Camelot is still in a state where it can continue to be maintained.

Only Davian and Arthur knew that Britain had no future. Everything was over. Maybe it could last for a few decades because King Arthur was still alive, but it was just a lingering death. It had no meaning and would only bring more pain to more people.

The thousand-year-old Cretaceous Kingdom, the beautiful pure white world, the utopia where neither invades anyone nor is invaded by anyone, all these are nothing but fantasies in the face of this bitter reality.

The years passed little by little, and now it is the twentieth year since they started the rebellion.

It took seven years to suppress the whole of Britain, and then there were thirteen years of peace. This might be their limit. Davian often saw the lights in the palace lit until late at night.

Davian often hesitated, and he always wondered whether he should draw his sword against Arthur and put an end to it all. But in the end, he couldn't bear it, so he could only learn from those stories, casually writing down the depressed words in his heart on paper, and then stuffing them into a random book.

Anyway, no one except Merlin would go through his bookcase, and Gareth and Mordred usually wouldn't enter his room.

However, Davian recently heard that Arthur would go to Rome. This was something Mordred informed him of. Although Davian was no longer in the palace, Mordred would inform him of the palace's affairs.

If there was anything that could not be solved, Mordred would send Davian's proposed solution to the palace.

The expedition to Rome was also proposed by Davian. Many years had passed since the battle. These years were enough for the children to grow up, and coupled with the hatred caused by the war, the other side wanted to invade Britain to regain the confidence of the empire.

I'm afraid they are looking down on Britain now, and secretly laughing at the fact that Britain is tired of fighting the Saxons. So it would be most satisfying to slap such people in the face and make them fall flat on their faces.

"And while they are at a loss, force them to sign a peace treaty." This was the last sentence Mordred repeated, and it was exactly what King Arthur wanted.

Then he decided that he would personally lead the battle, and take Lancelot, Bos and Bedivere with him. The rest of the people would stay and garrison in Britain, and that would be enough.

Davian was surprised when he heard the decision. The only thing he didn't expect was that Arthur would decide to lead the army himself. He thought Mordred would lead the troops.

But since that was Arthur's decision, Davian had nothing to say. He knew his limits, didn't he? There was no point in worrying about it.

On a quiet day after that, the Davian family of four finished their dinner and were chatting at the table. Mordred also complained that King Arthur was too hands-on, and that he should have been the one to handle the expedition to Rome.

"Your Majesty, are you worried about me? I'm obviously very reliable." Mordred leaned back in his chair. His bored look made the three people around him laugh.

"That's Arthur's trust in you. He's entrusted this important Britain to you to protect, isn't it?" Davian comforted him with a smile. Upon hearing this, Modred sat up straight again.

He said he knew this, but it was really boring for him to stay in the palace. It would be better for him to go on an expedition to Rome to exercise his body. With him and the First Legion, there was no chance that they would lose.

Hearing Mordred's words, the other three laughed. The family was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and at this moment Merlin spoke:

"Mordred, your father just hopes that you can do your current work well and calmly handle the things that a lord of Camelot should do. In fact, your father has been comforted by your efforts in the past few years. You have done a good job."

Mordred wiped his nose and laughed after hearing what his adoptive mother said. Then Merlin looked at Gareth and said, "Gareth, you have to take good care of your brother. Although he is very calm, he still hasn't experienced enough. At that time, you should help him from your perspective. This is your responsibility."

"Please believe me, mother, I will do it all."

Gareth smiled and agreed to Merlin's request. As a sister, isn't it her job to take good care of her brother? In this regard, she would never let her father and mother down.

Just when the family was enjoying themselves and Davian was about to ask everyone to go back to their rooms to rest, someone knocked on the door. Davian was surprised. Who would come to see him at this time?

He opened the door, and when he saw who was coming, Davian was surprised. It was Arthur? What was going on?

"Merlin, stay down there with the two kids for a while. I'm going to talk to Arthur, give us some private time." But Davian still saw what Arthur was here for, so he told his wife this.

Merlin nodded, and then Davian led Arthur to his room. The two sat down in the room. This was the first time Arthur entered Davian and Merlin's bedroom, which was decorated very warmly.

These two chairs, the small table for drinking tea, Davian's bookcase, the big bed where they slept together, and the desk and chair that Davian used to write, and finally the wardrobe.

Although Arthur felt that there were not many clothes in that closet, Merlin and Davian's dressing styles had basically not changed.

"Didn't expect that I would personally conquer Rome?"

This was Arthur's first sentence. Upon hearing this, Davian and Arthur laughed at the same time. Because Davian really didn't expect it, and Arthur also rarely exceeded Davian's expectations.

"Isn't this great? This shows that you have truly entrusted the future to these juniors, and at the same time left some of your peers to take care of them, giving them the opportunity to grow and preventing them from making mistakes and getting into trouble. With Gawain and Agragwen here, I'm afraid that the actions of those jumping clowns will not even escape their eyes."

Davian took over his words with a smile. Although he had not guessed Arthur's move of leading the army in person, he had already seen through the significance behind it.