Davidian's Holy Grail War

He was very confident that he would be able to take over the Kingdom of Benwick this time. The previous battles had completely weakened Benwick's military strength. So what if the Knights of the Lake were here?

How can the strength of a single person affect the entire war? Faced with his tens of thousands of men, even Lancelot would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

"Your Majesty, after another half day's journey, we will reach the border of Benwick. Shall we continue, or rest and regroup before setting off again?"

His general, Charles, rode up to him and respectfully sought his opinion.

King Claudes stroked his neatly trimmed beard, a thoughtful expression on his face, before speaking:

"Send out the scouts, then rest on the spot. King Ban and Lancelot are not easy opponents. With tens of thousands of us coming here, they must be well prepared."

There's no need to engage them head-on with a weary army. We should rest on the spot and then decisively defeat them.

"Yes!" Charles immediately went to arrange the camp's encampment and the patrols, both overt and covert. He greatly respected King Claudius. This king was known for his steady and methodical military tactics, making it very difficult to take them down with a surprise attack.

Meanwhile, King Claudius was also watching the Benwick region in the distance, after defeating King Ban and taking over the entire Benwick.

Next up is Bós of Gaul, but I've heard he's a common man, and he'll probably surrender as soon as he hears that Benwick has been defeated.

Just as King Claudes was resting on the spot, David and Lancelot had already arrived at the military camp.

After spending five days in Benwick, he finally understood why King Ben had requested his aid. Benwick's army numbered only 15,000, while King Claudes's forces were twice that number. This was likely to be a very tough battle, a truly troublesome affair.

However, since I've already agreed, there's no reason to run away. Getting used to the real battlefield here beforehand is a good thing; I probably won't know how many battlefields I'll have to traverse in Britain later.

Lancelot had already begun outlining the specific battle plans. He could only listen from the sidelines; after all, having no combat experience whatsoever, it would be utterly reckless for him to speak carelessly at this point.

However, this was also a good learning opportunity for him. Lancelot really had his own insights and ideas about battle deployment, and he silently wrote them down, which would definitely help him in the future.

The generals who were following orders here all had a heart full of respect for Lancelot, after all, this prince had led them to repel King Claudius's invasions many times.

They believed that this time, they could definitely do the same thing again.

After the deployment was completed and everyone had dispersed, Lancelot came over to David and said, "Aren't you curious why I didn't mention your name earlier?"

"No way, you must have given me the most troublesome task, right? It's written all over your face."

Davidian responded with a laugh, and Lancelot's expression at that moment was all too easy to understand.

Hearing this, Lancelot scratched his head sheepishly, but then composed himself and solemnly said:

"Yes, I have indeed assigned you the most troublesome task. I have assigned you a squad of 500 men. If you can seize the opportunity, you will be responsible for the key assault and break the enemy's momentum. As long as you can create an opportunity, I will immediately lead the rest of the team to maximize the results."

"I see~ Suicide squad, huh? You really think highly of me."

After saying that, David whistled to indicate that he had accepted the task, which was indeed the most suitable for him.

After all, Lancelot was well aware that while Davidon was exceptionally capable, he lacked experience in leading an army. He was a warrior, but not yet a general.

But then Lancelot added, "But what if we fail before that opportunity comes... then the task of covering the rear will be yours. Is that alright?"

Regardless of victory or defeat, Lancelot has placed all the most dangerous tasks on Davian's shoulders.

To be honest, Lancelot felt very embarrassed that he had to ask his friend to take on such a dangerous mission.

You have to understand that on such a battlefield, once surrounded, he himself was not confident that he could leave the battlefield alive.

David shrugged, indicating he didn't care. The greater the favor he was owed now, the more the Benwick Kingdom would have to pay to repay it in the future, which might be a good thing for him.

The immediate goal is still to get to the battlefield and try to survive. If I die here, it will all be over.

He left the largest military tent of the generals' council and went to find Tonelli. After searching for a while, he found her gazing into the distance from the camp's main gate.

"What's wrong? You've been looking into the distance." David came to her side and stood with her, looking into the distance.

"King Claudius's army is there, half a day's march from here. They have stopped now and are resting and resupplying."

She pointed her finger in a direction and, through magic, sensed the tremors in the ground. She could easily perceive the specific deployment of King Claudius's army, and she knew that tomorrow would be a tough battle.

Davidian nodded and replied, "Yes, I know. Lancelot's scouts have run into the scouts over there, and both sides are being very restrained, so there hasn't been any small-scale fighting."

Clearly, the other side also hoped to secure a decisive victory in tomorrow's battle. After all, Benwick had already committed all his forces; if he could defeat these 15,000-plus men here, he could then ravage the kingdom at will.

"Aren't you scared and nervous?"

Tonelli suddenly laughed and teased him. In fact, she knew very well that, given David's attitude, he probably wouldn't have any negative feelings about tomorrow's battle.

"I'm not nervous, but I'm a little scared. Because if I die—I'll never see you again."

Davidian suddenly said this, which surprised Tonelli. He hadn't expected Davidian to say something so audacious.

But it was only because Davidan had said such things that she truly understood, even though Davidan wasn't nervous or afraid of tomorrow's battle.

However, he himself did not know the outcome of the war, nor whether he would come back alive.

Chapter 40 Showing You the Future

"Hmph, if you die, I'll be free. What does Benwick have to do with me? I'm going straight back to Oakney."

She turned her head away, pretending to be completely indifferent, but David glanced at her clenched fist and smiled.

He reached out and took Toneric's hand, and said sincerely, "Yes, so I will definitely come back alive. I will definitely do it to see you again."

David could feel Tonelli loosen his fist and grasp his hand, their fingers intertwined, feeling the warmth emanating from each other's palms.

At that moment, Davidian really wanted to abandon those so-called vows, even the idea of ​​going home, and just keep this moment forever.

The two didn't say another word, yet it was as if they had said everything. They seemed to sense each other's feelings and understand each other's thoughts.

“You must come back. I will wait for you.” Tonelli finally turned her head, and her eyes met David’s completely.

Only now could she fully feel David's sincere feelings, even though he hadn't explicitly stated them. But she could already sense that David's heart was leaning more towards her.

Merlin, who had been spying, jumped up at this moment, walking around the boulder while marveling:

"Oh no, oh no, Davidian is really going to fall completely now. Oh dear, I think I had too much faith in him."

If he were to become Toneric's lackey and use the skills I taught him against Artoria, things would completely spiral out of control.

"Foufoufoufou, foufoufoufou (That's what you deserve, who told you to ignore everything)!"

Fufu called out, then curled up and began to take a nap; he couldn't be bothered with the guy. Whatever retribution Merlin suffered was surely his own doing, and there was absolutely no need to pity him.

But in the end, Merlin sat back down on the boulder and began to slowly mutter to himself:

“But if I were to directly act as the bad guy now, it probably wouldn’t work. David, don’t forget what you’re supposed to be doing. Don’t let the woman in front of you make you care about nothing else.”

This was indeed Merlin's miscalculation. He originally thought that no matter how much Davidan liked her, he would never cross that line.

But given the current situation, he was starting to have doubts. Toneric and Davidian's relationship had progressed too quickly. Even though Davidian knew Toneric had his own agenda, he couldn't help but be moved by the woman he spent so much time with.

Merlin had prepared everything for Artorius: the best weapons on the entire planet, the most beautiful women in Britain, the strongest knight of the era—he had prepared everything that made him a legendary hero.

But Merlin simply didn't have the luxury of going that far. Or perhaps he had initially felt it unnecessary to go to such lengths, so now, facing Toneric, who had staked everything on him, Merlin was at a disadvantage.

After all, the future is always uncertain, while the person in front of you is real and tangible.

If Davian were to completely side with Toneric now, Merlin wouldn't say anything. It was his own mistake that made him put himself in a passive position regarding Davian.

Although he believed that Artorius's personal charm could solve many problems, wasn't Artorius still pretending to be an ordinary person here?

Davidian hadn't spoken a single word to Artorius for almost half a year.

The feelings have faded...

At this point, Artoria was of course unaware of all these intricacies, nor did he know that Merlin was betting on him, hoping that Davian would be able to strengthen his resolve because of him.

He was wielding a training wooden shield and sword, engaging in battle with his adoptive father, Hector.

Recently, Hector could feel that Altoris's offensive was becoming increasingly fierce, and his growth was much faster than before.

Merlin glanced at Artorius's side, and after confirming that everything was normal, he turned his attention back to Davidian, who was far away in France. Davidian was the one who needed his attention more right now.

But at that very moment, as David felt the tranquility of Tonelli's warmth, the Dark Sword emitted a purple light.

Davidian's eyes widened instantly, and his expression suddenly froze.

This was the second time he had seen the future since he mastered the Dark Sword. This time, although the future he saw was shorter than the past, it was exceptionally clear.

Darkness, boundless darkness, swallowed the world. In the deep palace, he stood beside Tonellico.

He was powerless to resist the darkness.

In the final moments before the world vanished, he slowly grasped Tonelli's hand.

In the end, he could only watch Tonelli's sorrowful and desolate smile as the two of them walked together into that dark end.

This dark and hopeless future shocked him, and he instinctively gripped Toneric's hand tightly.

Tonelli was taken aback by the sudden, forceful grip.

At this moment, she keenly noticed the fleeting look of shock on David's face. What was going on?

Nothing happened just now. I didn't show any emotional fluctuations that would make Davidian make that expression, did I?

"What's wrong, David? Judging from your expression, did you see something terrible?"

She gently pinched David's cheek with her free hand to help him relax. This lighthearted gesture made David relax a little.

"No, it's nothing, I was just scaring myself, it's nothing."

That's what he said, but he couldn't put the future that the Dark Sword showed him out of his mind, even though he knew that the future shown by the sword was just a possibility.

But since this possibility has already arisen, it is a future that is indeed likely to occur.

Why will this be the future? Why did things turn out the way they did?