Lords of Camelot

After the war, Davian accompanied Nightingale back to London, which was a rare moment of rest. Nightingale was finally able to relax for a moment, although it was only a moment, but it was better than nothing.

On a peaceful afternoon, Davian and Nightingale were sipping black tea in a teahouse.

"Now I can't even imagine it. It's really the Lord of Camelot in King Arthur's legend who is accompanying me on the battlefield and treating the wounded. It turns out that the legend is true. The Knights of the Round Table really have extraordinary power."

Nightingale rarely showed a girlish smile in front of Davian. After all, how could Nightingale not find it interesting that the story she heard in her childhood had become real?

However, Davian just smiled and looked out the window. It was still cloudy today. This was the weather in London, and Davian didn't like to see this kind of weather in London.

Because it would remind him of Voltgen and remind him of the things he didn't like.

Seeing Davian's look, the clever Nightingale couldn't help but say, "You're leaving, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. Because I still have things I need to do, I can't stay here forever. And if I continue like this, I will really be fascinated by you, the goddess with the lantern, and I can't help but accompany you until the moment you die."

They had been through a lot in the past two years, and many times they had spent long nights cuddled together in the trenches.

At that time, Davian would use his phoenix-like body temperature to warm Nightingale. Nightingale liked that feeling very much, it was a feeling of security.

Davian is her strongest shield, protecting her life while supporting her ideals. He is not like other people. When he is by her side, she always has the confidence to do things that she did not have the courage or the idea to do before.

"You are just like the king in my family, with your soft heart wrapped in hard armor. And I find it hard to resist women like you, so I have been here with you for so long."

It had been two years, and this was the first time Nightingale heard Davian mention those people he once knew, and who were his most important kings.

Nightingale could feel that being compared to his own king was a great recognition for him.

"Is this considered an expression of love? After all, it's an analogy to your king. He even said he would accompany me until the end of my life. It really sounds clumsy."

Nightingale, with her childish heart aroused, could not help but tease Davian, who seemed a little clumsy in her eyes, but Davian just responded:

"Maybe. It depends on how you understand it. Because I don't know what this kind of feeling is. Although you may not believe it, I have never had the experience of falling in love with others. Even that woman is the same. The beauty she gave me is far less than the sorrow she gave me."

Perhaps because they were about to separate, Davidian today showed many emotions in front of Nightingale that he had never shown before.

Whether it was joy or sadness, Davian showed it in front of her. Only then did Nightingale realize that she had truly opened her heart to Davian.

Then Davian came to his senses and shook his head. I said to myself, "Really? Why am I telling you this? You don't know my past, and you can't even write a legend."

"How could that be? You are one of my idols. You have devoted your whole life to your ideals, even giving up love. After all, no matter which version of the legend, the Lord of Camelot is always alone."

Nightingale's words sounded very nice, but Davian just smiled and said that was not the way human beings should live. If possible, he did not want Nightingale to live that kind of life.

"That can't be helped. The man I like right now is a thousand-year-old ghost. He won't make any promises to me. He will just keep working hard for his goal. It's already a good thing that he has stayed with me for the past two years."

Hearing this, Davian couldn't help but widen his eyes. He laughed dumbly and stretched out his finger in the air and gently pointed at Nightingale, not knowing what to say to her.

"Fortunately I know your goal, otherwise I would feel guilty. Because I can't give you anything, and I can't accompany you through your life as your husband."

"It doesn't matter. You protected me for two years in that battlefield full of gunfire. I was very happy when I was with you. That's enough."

Nightingale took over his words, and Davian chuckled silently this time.

These kind and courageous women are always so respectable and loved, and Davian is happy that he can still have such feelings, which shows that he is still a human being.

"I will come back to see you, you iron woman, you must stay strong and live on." Davian smiled, then turned into flames in front of Nightingale and disappeared in the wind.

"I will miss you, Lord Davian Slyrick of Camelot."

Nightingale looked at the red teacup he put down and said these words in a gentle tone.

After that, Nightingale was busy with many things. She founded the world's first formal nursing school, and then she founded a school for midwives and nurses in economically poor hospitals.

Many students think she is a strict teacher, but once the get out of class is over she becomes approachable. She is always humble and polite when others ask for her advice, and tries her best to help others.

But occasionally, these young nurses would see a strange oriental man walking in the corridor. At that time, the meticulous Nightingale would finish the course a little early and go to meet the man.

Well, it should be a tryst. Everyone speculated that the person was Nightingale's lover, after all, Nightingale had no husband.

But if you ask her like this, the teacher will only say that he is her good friend. As a husband, he is not qualified, after all, he has another woman in his heart.

"But teacher, you looked very happy when you said this."

The naughty students would tease their serious teacher like this, and then Nightingale would stop talking.

Because it is her own business, and those happy memories belong only to her.

And during these years, in 1901, she became blind due to overwork.

"Do you want me to treat your eyes? It should be possible with my ability." This familiar voice reached Nightingale's ears, and Nightingale, who was lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help laughing.

She asked Davian how he had gotten in without being seen by those people, and Davian said that it was very easy, and it was very convenient to get in without being seen by modern people.

"Now I am old and ugly, not as pretty as when I was young~"

"That's fine. Anyway, I've seen you at your most beautiful. You will always stay in my heart like that~"

The two chatted with each other with smiles, sharing what they had done over the years. Before parting, Davian reached out his hand and touched Nightingale's eyes.

But unexpectedly, Nightingale reached out and grabbed Davian's wrist. She stubbornly refused the treatment that Davian wanted to give her at this time.

"Why are you being so awkward with me at this time?" Davian felt helpless, but the power coming from Nightingale's palm made Davian realize her determination.

"I don't want it. I will feel very uncomfortable if I continue to receive your favor. You didn't even want the reward I gave you at that time. How can you be like this? You just want others to owe you a favor."

David had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and then he said goodbye to Nightingale. However, this time, Nightingale made a rare request:

"The next time we meet will be on the day I die. Although you didn't spend my life with me, I want you to witness my death."

Davian was silent for a while, and then he said that it was too cruel for him. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't refuse.

So he put the tiny phoenix feather into Nightingale's body, which would monitor her vital signs, and he would return at the last moment of Nightingale's life.

The two then separated again until Nightingale's last day.

"It seems this is the end, you stupid iron woman. I am really helpless. Aren't you going to become the woman I will never forget?"

Davian held up the back of her skinny hand and kissed it gently. The touch made Nightingale laugh involuntarily.

"After all, you said I was a woman of steel, so shouldn't I be as cold and ruthless as steel? But you are still the same, you will definitely do what you say."

Nightingale, lying on the hospital bed, showed a peaceful smile. Davian looked at her smile and suddenly laughed too. The feelings between these two people might be something that even they themselves could not explain.

"I will always remember you, Nightingale."

"Well, thank you, Davian."

After Nightingale finished speaking, her breathing slowly stopped. Davian felt a rare sense of deep sorrow, and when he finally stood up, he found that he did not even have the chance to close his eyes for Nightingale.

"Really? You, a woman of steel, have to give me this kind of grief in the end."