The Holy Knight of DxD

Chapter 24: Assault

Britannia. Late V century.

Disorder and chaos reigned in Britain as a result of the Battle of Cammlan.

The civil war that had pitted King Arthur and his loyal knights against the treacherous knight Mordred and the rebels who chose to support him to depose King Arthur had just ended. King Arthur's Kingdom had collapsed, and disorder and rebellion were spreading all over Britain.

Many had lost their lives in that battle, including King Arthur and Mordred. The round table had completely disbanded, but the few who had survived were already working hard to move forward.

Two people were inside a room in a small residence reserved for high-ranking knights.

The woman held her child in her arms. A healthy boy who was barely a year old. Probably, he would never have heard of the tragic events of that civil war.

The man approached the window and observed Camelot; once flourishing, now it was nothing more than the ghost of its ancient glory. Corpses scattered everywhere and blood gushing forth in the streets.

The man squeezed his fists for the frustration. He took a deep breath and relaxed himself. He turned to his wife and smiled. He approached the bed and sat down next to her. She handed her son to the Father and he stretched a finger that the child tried clumsily to grab him with both his stocky hands. A toothless smile graced the chubby face of the child.

"The time has come."

A woman entered the room. She wore patched and dirty clothes. Yet, despite this, her hands as well as her face and hair were clean. In the end, she didn't really look like a woman of humble origins.

"We'll take care of him."

This time it was a man talking. He was tall and muscular, with long light brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a cotton shirt, ruined pants, and shoes.

"We'll raise him as if he were our son."

The father put a necklace around his son's neck. A farewell gift knowing that they would never see each other again.

He approached the man and handed the son to the two people.

"I know it will. I trust you," he smiled, "I wish you two all the happiness of this world"

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Kuoh Town. Present time.

- Let silver and steel be the essence. Let the stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let red be the colour I pay tribute to.

Everything had begun inside the workshop of a magus, a small basement lit by a simple candle, full of boxes that contained various mystic codes and paperwork scattered disorderly throughout the stone room.

- Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

It was at that moment that fate had played a hard blow to Mordred. She didn't like magus because of her past and was initially wary of Y/N. At that time she was also ignorant of who her master was.

But then, as the days and weeks passed, this way of thinking had completely changed. Although she was still distrustful of magi, she trusted him.

- An Oath shall be sworn here.

He had command spells, but he didn't force her to do anything. The only time he used one was when Lancer challenged Gilgamesh. At that time, he had used a Command Seal to strengthen Karna's Noble Phantasm even though he was defeated by Enuma Elish.