Lords of Camelot

"Is the celebratory banquet being prepared?" David Alter asked, and Cu Chulainn Alter replied that it was being prepared and should be ready soon.

"Is it necessary? Are these bastards qualified to enjoy it now?" Cu Chulainn Alter asked coldly. His attitude towards this bunch of useless people was really bad.

Hearing his words, Davian Alter shook his head and explained that they still needed to be given some time to vent their emotions, after all, they had been holding it in for too long.

"Not to mention that they don't know if they can survive next time. Although they will be resurrected one day, the time they spend in the darkness will not be very good."

Cu Chulainn Alter was too lazy to refute him. After all, he knew that his eloquence was definitely not as good as Davian Alter's.

"But don't let them play too wildly. Let the combatants celebrate first, and the others can celebrate after we return to Zeon."

Davidian Alter still gave this order, and Cu Chulainn Alter nodded and went down.

"Hmm? Why don't you go celebrate with them? Your own crew, and Atalanta, you should be able to get along with them."

Looking at Jeanne who was still standing there, Davian was stunned for a moment, not knowing why she was still here. Wouldn't it be more relaxing to go down and celebrate?

Jeanne Alter rolled her eyes at him and left the main cockpit. After she left, Davian was the only one left.

This is normal, as Davian Alter had already assigned all the pilots here to other warships. The Dragon Witch had not entered the battle before, and the Son of Glory was enough to deal with the Pure Flame.

After that, Davian Alter stayed in the rear to observe the direction of the entire battle and command the battlefield through remote communication. For him, this was really a trivial matter. These guys couldn't even organize a picnic. It was really helpless.

Jeanne Alter went to the banquet hall of the Dragon Witch. All the prominent figures in the Villain Alliance were celebrating here. From mid-level cadres to high-level servants with code names, all gathered here.

Watching these people making such a fuss, Jeanne Alter felt that she was really out of place. She always felt that these people were so noisy and annoying.

"Ohhh~ Jeanne! Please take a look at this cake I baked for you with all my heart! If you don't mind, please take a bite!"

Gil rushed out with a cake in one hand. Joan of Arc Alter looked at the abnormally twisted blue-purple cake decorated with tentacles and big eyeballs in his hand, and the corners of her mouth and eyebrows couldn't help but twitch twice.

Sometimes she really wanted to kick Jill twice, but she thought better of it because she was afraid that her feet would be contaminated.

Finally, she suddenly realized that she didn't get along well with this group of people as she had said to Davian Alter, and even Atalanta Alter didn't come. She went straight back to her room and went to bed early like a good cat.

So after staying here for a while, she picked up a bottle of red wine and two high-heeled glasses and returned to the main driving cabin. David Alter was still sitting there as a thinker, but this time he had his eyes open. After all, he also wanted to look at the vast universe, which would calm him down.

Seeing Jeanne Alter coming back with red wine and glasses, Davian Alter was stunned. Is the party downstairs over so soon? It shouldn't be, shouldn't those guys indulge for three or four hours?

"None of those small fry down there are worthy of drinking with me, so you should come." Joan of Arc Alter also explained the situation, and David Alter then smiled with ease.

The two of them sat on the steps. In fact, there were only two steps, which were used to raise Joan of Arc Alter's throne and make her stand out in the main cab.

At this time, Davian Alter was not as scary and oppressive as before, and he was even more gentle now. For example, seeing that Jeanne Alter was preparing to pour the wine in a very bold and open manner, he took the bottle and poured wine for Jeanne Alter and himself.

His posture of pouring wine is also very elegant, at least much better than that of Jeanne Alter, the carefree and tsundere girl.

Just as Joan of Arc was about to clink glasses with him, Davian Alter indicated that she had to sober up first and it would not be a big deal if she waited for a while.

"Anyway, those Muggles down there will have to celebrate for a few more hours, and they'll probably get drunk. This spaceship is now in autopilot mode, and the crew in the cockpit won't be coming back, so there's no need to rush."

It must be said that even if Jeanne Alter took the initiative to ask him to drink, Davian Alter could easily take the initiative back to his own hands. He could even persuade Jeanne Alter with the right attitude whether to drink or when to drink.

When the time was almost up and the wine was decanted, the two raised their glasses and clinked them together. At this time, Jeanne Alter was not in the mood to taste the wine at all. She drank half a glass in one gulp and felt like a heroine.

David Alter could only shake his head and smile bitterly. It would be a pity not to savor the rare wine. Although it would not be wasted if he drank it, it didn't matter.

"Hey, you, why do you seem to be detached? It's just a fabricated reversal, why do you act like everyone else is drunk but I'm the only one sober?!"

It can be seen that this silly girl is not very good at drinking, and Davian Alter will not argue with her in this regard. But since she asked, Davian Alter doesn't mind answering.

"It's not that I'm the only one who's sober while everyone else is drunk, but that I don't care about them. I just simply think this is a good thing and that this is something that should be done, so I just do it."

"So if you think you can gain greater benefits by abandoning your men, you will do so?"

"Yes."

Jeanne Alter was stunned, or even dumbfounded. She had thought that Davian Alter would pretend to be nice, saying that he would at least try to save her, and would not save her if the cost was too high. But now he said directly, yes, he would give up.

"You gain what you give, and you gain nothing without giving. I have always believed in this truth, so you must keep working hard to make me make a choice that favors you between giving up you and giving up other things. Even though those two guys have gained my power, if necessary, I will abandon them without hesitation."

When Davian Alter said this, he turned to look at Joan of Arc Alter, and Joan of Arc Alter also turned around. It was rare that she could see some sincerity in Davian Alter's eyes.

This strange feeling attracted her to slowly move closer to Davian Alter, but before their lips touched, she stretched out her hand to block them.

"No, no, no, no!! If you succeed in doing this, doesn't it mean that I'm easy to deal with?!"

She shook her head in panic and tried to run out of the main cab. However, as soon as she stood up, she was pulled into David Alter's arms, which made her even more panicked.

But what was even more unexpected to her was that Davian Alter stopped here. He had no intention of going any further. Even when he was holding Jeanne Alter, he just looked at her without saying a word.

"Please stay with me for a while. It's rare that you make me feel a little lonely. You have to accompany me to pass the time."

After a moment of silence, Jeanne Alter hummed softly.