Lords of Camelot

"Where is this place?" Altria looked at everything around her and was a little surprised for a moment. How did she end up in this place?

"It was a small village in Romania. I was the one who was summoned. But when I arrived, I brought you with me."

Davian stood beside her and explained the current situation to her. Altria was also surprised. She originally thought that if it was not a special case, Davian would directly refuse such a thing.

"This Holy Grail War is a little special, or rather, all Holy Grail Wars in this world are quite special. It seems to have turned into a 7-on-7 battle between the Red and Black sides. The Holy Grail asked me for help and hoped that I could come to back it up, so I came."

Davian explained the general situation to her, and Altria nodded. But then she looked around, and to her surprise, there were only two of them?

"They won't be here this time. This is our honeymoon... I guess. I always regret that I don't have enough time to be alone with you. I should have devoted my whole heart to you, but in the end, I still couldn't avoid the common problem of men."

Hearing his words, Artoria just laughed indifferently. This was a common problem of Davian, he was always like this, but maybe it was normal, she was used to it.

"I read modern magazines and they all like to travel to Europe. I never thought there would be such an opportunity. This is really great."

Altria smiled, and then the two walked side by side into the distance. Along the way, Davian talked about the local Romanian delicacies, and his vivid descriptions made Altria's eyes light up.

It's true that when you come to a place, you have to eat the local delicacies, such as barbecue, sausages, beef tripe soup, etc. She can't wait to taste them all.

"But do we have money?" Altria suddenly asked this, and Davian was even stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to answer, this was a question to him.

"You're used to living in poverty, so you can't accept being rich all of a sudden, right? Have I ever been poor?"

Davian smiled and took her hand and led her forward. At this moment, Altria realized that this man was actually omnipotent and that it was wrong for her to ask such a question. So she smiled and entrusted everything to Davian, trusting him.

The two of them were having fun in Romania. Although they would have been faster than the car if they had really run, they chose the simplest way to walk and enjoy their sweet time, which they deserved.

Altria occasionally asked Davian when the Holy Grail War would begin, but most of the time Davian's answer was that he didn't know. That was up to the Masters who participated in the Holy Grail War, and everything would officially begin when they summoned their Servants.

"I'm here to make the ruling, not to decide on the fight. I'm here simply because I want to spend some time with you that belongs to us. If the Holy Grail is dissatisfied with me, I can dismantle it before I leave."

Davian hugged Altria beside him, and the two of them were looking at the Black Sea in the distance in Constanta, with hot coffee in their hands.

Altria really wanted to complain that Davian actually liked this pure American style without any additives. This pure love was really hard, which really made her helpless.

And just after such a period of time, in the castle of Yugdomirenia, the summoning of the last batch of servants finally began.

"You have been haunted by three great speaking spirits for seven days."

"From the Wheel of Inhibition, O Guardian of the Scales!"

The three servants knelt on one knee and swore their allegiance to their Master, while the leading swordsman just stood there, seemingly not caring much about anything around him.

"The Lord of Camelot, the Red Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, has arrived."

His helmet was removed, revealing his handsome face. Even his master, Fiore Fulvige Eugdomrenia, could not help but sigh that this young man was really handsome beyond belief.

At this time, Danic also told the Black Lancer Vlad III beside him that these were the king's subordinates he had prepared. Vlad III nodded and stood up to announce his own mission, which was to win the Holy Grail War as the Black Camp.

Mordred didn't really care about what he said. He came here to work, and he didn't care about anything else. After all, it was the Holy Grail War, so he just had to get along well with the Master and wait for the battle to start.

As for whether I can get along well with other servants, we will talk about it when the time comes.

"Hello~ My Servant, the Black Swordsman, Sir Mordred."

Fiore pushed the wheelchair to Mordred's side and greeted him. Looking at his master, Mordred smiled helplessly.

It seems like this is a wheelchair game, it's difficult...

However, he still bowed respectfully and said that his sword was entrusted to Fiore, and it was up to Fiore to decide how to use it.

"Well, can you push me out for a walk first? I want to talk to you in private."

Hearing this request, Mordred of course obeyed. It was natural for him to have a good relationship with the Master, and it was the best thing for him to be able to get along harmoniously like this.

Meanwhile, the other Mordred had also completed her summons. Facing her Master, the Lion Jiejieli, she issued her declaration.

"My name is Mordred, the only legitimate successor to the Knight King Arthur Pendragon. I ask you, are you my Master?"

At the end of her speech, her expression had become aggressive and shocking. Shishi Jiejie began to sweat helplessly. He summoned a Servant with the fragments of the round table, but he summoned this...

That's really good. This is the most suitable Servant for him in the Round Table system. Shishi Jiejieli even looked forward to how well he could get along with the knight in front of him. He hoped that the cooperation between the two of them would be pleasant.

At the same time, in a room in a village, after a prayer, the girl Leticia accepted the request of the Servant who descended into her consciousness. She chose to become the power of this Servant, and she showed her courage at this moment.

When she agreed, a golden light flashed across her body. When she stood up again, although her face had changed only slightly, her eyes became more determined than ever before.

"Well, it's time to set off for the battlefield of the Holy Grail War."

The masters of both the black and red sides have already prepared for the battle, and the Spartan-minded Saint has also begun to rush to the battlefield of Tulipas.

As for Davian… he sensed it, but he really had no interest in hurrying on his way at night. And the Lord was right beside him, and he didn’t want to spoil her fun.