Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"the truth?"

Looking around at the circle of knights, almost all the famous Dukes of Bretonnia in the world are listed here, Artois, Paraon, Lyonnes, Bastogne, Brionne... Except for the Duke of Bordreaux, all the dukes of the fourteen principalities of Bretonnia gathered here.

If Karl knew that there was a group of terrorists in Altdorf who were able to tear trolls apart with bare hands, he would probably be restless... After all, anyone here is no less capable than the Emperor's champion warrior Ludwig.

Imrick was puzzled for a moment, and under the unfriendly gazes of the Holy Grail masters, he sat on the sofa and drove away the young Duke of Paraon.

"The truth." Laun repeated. He spent a lot of effort to force the dukes who had been fighting for a hundred years to stop their anger and come to Altdorf together.

Bretonnia is already showing signs of splitting into East and West. No one questions Laun's kingship, but everyone is confused by the Lady of the Lake's persistence and those obscure legends.

The legend of Od Capet still circulates in Bretonnia, and the dukes know the lady's true identity, but the problem is that even if they despise her, the Holy Grail still exists in every corner.

This strange situation made people dare not act rashly. With the elves watching closely, especially Druzi's attacks on the coastline and the monkey version of the Wild Hunt ritual organized by Asrai from time to time, it was impossible for them to rely solely on serfs to fight against the kingdom's knights.

The expedition vow continued, but the goal changed from travel to war, a war with the Bretonnians.

"Didn't Ead Capet make it clear? The truth about the Lady of the Lake." Imrik poured a glass of Bretonnian wine carelessly. Although the taste was definitely not as good as the tribute from Ulthuan, it could barely moisten his throat.

"Everything he knows is your arrangement!"

Laun's words stirred up a thousand waves. The strong-willed Duke of Bastogne, Bohemund, had taken out a huge stick forged from dragon bones from his feet and stared at the Phoenix King with unfriendly eyes. He hated elves.

"Bohemund...you should be thankful that the dragon you killed was not the Caledor Fire Dragon, otherwise your action of pointing the dragon bone at me would have caused a lot of trouble..." Imrik paused, a cold aura flashed across his face, and when Bohemund froze for a moment, he relaxed and turned to speak to Laun.

"Then all you know is what she told you. How is that different from what happened with Ede Capet?"

"I am from Bretonnia..."

"You are the King of Bretonnia, very different from the son of a small earl, and you have an important mission on your shoulders. Odd Capet can ignore the responsibilities of the family and question the faith, but you cannot."

"But if you want to know the truth, I can tell you."

"The Lady of the Lake is Lilith. I am telling you this as the Lord of the Elves."

Laun's body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "Evidence, elves are the creatures that are best at using language to gain benefits. I cannot destroy the foundation of Bretonnia with just one sentence."

"As you said, elves are the creatures that are best at language... God must also like to lie, otherwise why would he create us based on himself as a template..." White flames gradually surged up, completely consuming the wine glass in Imrik's hand. The Phoenix King looked around at the dukes' expressions, and his look became more and more playful.

In their hearts, no one was willing to believe Capet's words. Apart from believing in the Lady of the Lake, they had almost no ability to fight against the enemy... But the knights' duties and oaths required them to figure this out, otherwise everything they believed in would become absurd.

"Laun, you are a true knight, or perhaps... I will give you five years to decide whether to follow the path of Ead Capet, abandon the mist that symbolizes lies, or embrace the cold moonlight. Capet was too soft-hearted, which delayed my revenge for a hundred years. Now that chaos is rising and the world is in crisis again, I no longer have the patience to wait for your answers... If you doubt that my actions are out of selfish motives, you can ask the Green Knight where those dead Holy Grail Knights have gone."

After finishing his words, Imrik patted his thigh and prepared to leave.

Duke Adar of Lyonesse quickly stood up and tried to stop Imrik, but someone reacted faster than him.

Kadroin, who had been silent as a statue since he entered the door, now hung his halberd at Duke Adar's throat at an unpredictable speed. His calm eyes without a trace of emotion seemed to indicate that if the Duke took a step forward, he would face the wrath of Asuryan.

Imrik reached out and held down Kadroin's halberd, looking seriously at Adal, Duke of Lyonness. He was a warrior... a warrior with Ulric's bloodline.

“Adar, I have a suggestion for you… Yurik loves fighting. If you are worried that the Holy Grail Knights of the Principality will not be able to protect the territory after losing Lilith’s protection, you can replace the statue of the lady with the White Wolf God.

I think Grand Ulrich Miel wouldn't mind hosting a group of Bretonnians as members of the church..."

"I..." A'dal hesitated. It turned out that Yurik was much more attractive to warriors than the Lady of the Lake. Duke Lyonesse preferred drinking, gambling and fighting to fulfilling his duties and daily asceticism.

"And Alberic..." The Duke of Bordeleau, nicknamed the King of Seafood, was not present, but it was not difficult for Imrick to tell him what had just happened.

The Phoenix King’s eyes were unfocused, and he said calmly: “Manan also cast a look at Bordello…Morr can deal with the long-lasting undead in Musilon. As for the remaining principalities, perhaps you can try to throw yourself into the arms of Sotek?
After all, you are just descendants of a group of fugitives in exile, and there is no god who really wants to protect you, haha."

Imrick left with a big laugh, leaving the Holy Grail Dukes in the manor silent.

The sight of Lawen's tightly clenched palms, the bulging veins on his forehead, and the sounds that occasionally reached his ears fully demonstrated the pain he was feeling.

He had worked hard for many years to restore peace in Bretonnia, and in the name of this summit, Laun contacted the dukes, just to find the Phoenix King and get an answer.

"He might be lying." A'dal said so, but the hesitation in his eyes revealed the warrior's innermost thoughts.

"He has no reason to lie. If the Lady of the Lake isn't a pointy-eared deity...we won't have a civil war, and he will run the risk of the entire Old World occupied territory being wiped out by the holy war." Bohemund gritted his teeth, with endless regret on his face.

The Duke of Beast Butcher observed the expressions of his colleagues and finally made a decision after struggling.

"I'm going back to Bastogne to look for Erd Capet's belongings. He must have thought of a way to deal with it!"

"But what if his solution is just to separate Bretonnia's political power from the church?"

"Then let's separate!" Duke Casfann of Parawon roared like a demon: "Do you know what Parawon goes through every day? The wood elves in the border tavern laugh at the ladies all day long... saying that we are just puppets deceived by lies and believe in the truth. We are all a bunch of fools!
I cannot stand this strong sense of tearing. If I question my faith but dare not face the truth, how can I be called a knight! " (End of this chapter)