Davidian's Holy Grail War

He came to the grave and slowly poured the wine in his hand onto the ground as a tribute to the fallen warriors.

Indeed, David felt joy today, but not without sorrow.

Because more than a dozen of the men he brought with him were killed in action.

Some of them were young men from the local villages who followed him after he defeated the giants of Brittany, and others were soldiers who pledged allegiance to him after he wiped out the dragons of Oxford.

However, now, all of these people have left before him.

"David, don't be too hard on yourself. Sacrifices are always inevitable when you're trying to achieve something great. You've already done your best to kill the enemy. Isn't the best way to protect your comrades the fastest way to defeat them?"

Winchenrib stood beside him, comforting him. He was less concerned about life and death than David, having followed David into battle and both of them were mentally prepared to die in battle.

David turned to look at him. Winchenrib was originally a soldier under King Nantes, but after he defeated Garrod's troublesome vampire, Bavanshi, he resigned from his military post to follow him.

Although he is young, he is insightful and knowledgeable, and now Winzenrib is basically his deputy.

“You’re right, I can accept their sacrifices. But that doesn’t mean I can be indifferent. You six hundred people have spent this time with me.”

I treated you all sincerely, and you treated me sincerely in return. Since we have this bond, I cannot easily dismiss these sacrifices.

David's face was ashen. Humans are emotional beings after all; he could ruthlessly eliminate enemies with whom he had no connection. But he could not forget the noble sacrifice of his comrades.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Artoria; in the future, she would have to kill many more potential people to protect her. Saving everyone was impossible; that was a consensus.

But for those who have already been saved, she must bear the regret of not being able to save everyone and continue to wield her sword, continuing to try to save more people.

"From now on, I'll probably have to lead even more people to their deaths. Every day from now on might become a day of heroic sacrifice. Suddenly, the responsibility on my shoulders is even heavier... really..."

David smiled calmly at Wincenrib, though his heart was heavy; he shouldn't wear a mournful face. With the will of his fallen comrades in tow, they would continue fighting.

Winzenrib suddenly said, "I was once very curious about what kind of person would make a knight like you choose to swear allegiance to the death."

But now that I've seen King Arthur and the people of Carion, I believe your choice was right.

He is undoubtedly a fine king who can bring a bright future to Britain. It is our honor to serve such a king; it is far better than to lose our lives following those knights.

“If she weren’t like that, I wouldn’t have sworn allegiance to her. I believed in her ideals and aspirations, and it was only after she made her own choice that I became determined to follow her.”

Having lived among the common people for eleven years, she was far better off than those kings who grew up in the palace and never had any contact with the common people.

Davidian smiled. This was the decisive difference between Artoria and the other kings, and it was also more in line with Davidian's own understanding, which he could accept more easily.

After all, Merlin only taught him swordsmanship and knowledge for three years, and couldn't distort the values ​​he had learned from childhood to university.

How could those who don't treat people like human beings possibly catch his eye, let alone become king?

He used to think he had a choice, but now he understands that he never had a choice from the beginning.

"Go back and rest. Just bear with it for today, and we'll arrange suitable accommodation tomorrow. I imagine you'll be very busy with work soon, so you need to take responsibility and not slack off."

David Ann left with Winchenrib; it was already late, and they had a lot to do the next day.

"Yes!"

There will be time to mourn and grieve later, but now is the time to fight, David thought to himself.

Chapter 59 Aid is Here!

In the days that followed, both David and Artoria's lives became quite busy.

Artoria, together with Merlin, was in charge of the daily administration of Karien City and the surrounding villages that had submitted to the cause, while David and Kay were responsible for the reorganization of the army and the preparation of supplies.

Fortunately, the training of the new recruits has been handed over to Bedivere, otherwise David would probably be too busy to even have time to rest every day.

After all, it's the early stages of building an empire, so it's normal for everyone to be extremely busy.

Fortunately, the city of Karien and the surrounding villages were able to support the surge in population thanks to the money, provisions, and supplies left behind by the kings who had hastily retreated after defeating the six-king coalition.

Not only knights and soldiers, but also many ordinary people believed that King Arthur was the chosen one and came to the vicinity of Carion City to choose to live here.

For this reason, David even considered finding one or two weaker kings, going to kill them, and seizing their reserves.

Fortunately, he quickly dismissed the idea. What was he thinking? Trying to do something like this in the very early stages of the organization? If he did that, who would want to join King Arthur?

However, the most significant support so far comes from King Perinoa, who has provided them with considerable assistance. He has generously provided both supplies and troops to help King Arthur overcome the current crisis.

"After all, he's a smart man and knows what we should be doing now. He'll be of increasing help to us in the future, so we should just trust him."

Merlin said only a few words about the matter, and the others said nothing more. After all, this bastard's prophecies and clairvoyance were undeniable; whatever he said was the truth.

However, even during these busy days, Davidian received bad news.

The five kings who had previously retreated have now united with Duke Eustace of Combenat, King Clarence of Northumberland, King Brandris of Strange, King Adris of Cornwall, and King Clydemas.

The ten kings joined forces to recruit soldiers and amass troops, seemingly preparing for another battle.

"These lunatics, hoarding so many troops, aren't they afraid the Saxons will cut off their retreat if they lose to us? Vortigern is watching!"

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When David received the intelligence letter, he was so angry he laughed. These scoundrels! They didn't even muster such a force when they fought Vortigern, but now they're taking King Arthur so seriously. Damn it, the kings of the North!

"After all, in their eyes, losing to us before was a great humiliation. But this time we are stronger and better equipped than before. Although our cavalry force is not yet large-scale and organized."

Artoria responded with a smile, "But David, are you really not going to consider it? I think you could train your mounted combat skills, because I still want to entrust the Knights to you to lead."

But David simply shook his head; he knew his own limitations all too well. His martial arts skills were all on the ground; if he were put on a horse, something bad would likely happen.

Moreover, his legion has now expanded to six thousand men during this period of time—good heavens, this is the first time he has led so many people, something he never dared to even dream of before.

But this brought with it a problem: his command had reached its limit.

It wasn't that he didn't want to command more people, or even take over the heavy responsibility from Artoria and become the commander-in-chief. But these six thousand people were already the upper limit of his command, or rather, exceeded it.

In reality, it was Winzenrib who helped him command the entire legion most of the time, allowing him to unleash his full potential.

Indeed, he had learned those battlefield command techniques from Lancelot before, but after these months of training... he himself felt ashamed.

He had memorized every command and order Lancelot gave, yet now he was commanding the legion himself…

Seriously, let's forget about it. It's too embarrassing; he's too ashamed to admit that he learned from Lancelot.

On the contrary, after Davidon recounted the battlefield situation and Lancelot's orders to Winzenrib to the best of his ability, Winzenrib quickly gained a thorough understanding and mastered the command of the legion.

In the end, even the sharp-tongued Kay could only comfort David, saying, "Forget it, if you don't have the ability, don't force it. Let's hand over the legion command to Winchenrib; after all, he's your standard-bearer."

This was only his own legion. Even after the more than 500 people who had fought alongside him for a period of time were scattered and reassigned, he still couldn't fully command this legion.

Although the legion truly trusted him wholeheartedly, Davidian could only feel that he was really ashamed.

However, Winchenrib felt that David's division was quite correct. A full-strength legion of six thousand men like theirs did not need to be subdivided too much. Ten companies were enough, and each company could be further subdivided into ten squads.

The transmission of battlefield orders also became easier, with Winchenlib relaying them to the company commanders of the ten companies, who then further divided them among their officers and soldiers according to the battlefield situation at the time.

This can reduce the time it takes to transmit orders and allow for the fastest possible battlefield response.

As for the specific tasks that each Dalian will be responsible for, that will have to be done step by step. David is already quite bad at this.

But now he can only drag Winzenrib along with him to work on this, after all, these six thousand people are his compatriots, and he has to be responsible for his legion.

It's important to understand that, including knights who have defected from other places, Karien City only has 15,000 men available for battle. Davidian himself has allocated 6,000 to form the First Legion, a testament to Artoria's trust in him. Davidian didn't feel the weight of this trust when he received it, but now he knows the pain.

What's even more outrageous is that Davidian planned to treat these 6,000 men the same as the original 600 and continue using them as a commando unit.

Winzenrib nearly had his head split open when he heard this, but in the end he stopped Davidian, saying, "Using six thousand men as a commando unit, you're afraid they'll all be wiped out in the next battle."

Keep in mind that these 6,000 men weren't all veterans; many were new recruits who had just completed Bedivere's training. Furthermore, a battle involving tens of thousands of men was completely different from the previous clashes of a few thousand against a few thousand.

"Commander, someone is looking for you!"

While Artoria and Davian were discussing military matters, Winchenrib entered their tent to inform them. Davian and Artoria immediately went outside the camp.

Lancelot stood before them, and he warmly stepped forward to give David a big hug. After the hug ended, he pointed to the rows of supply trucks behind them and said:

"Knowing you were having difficulties, I rushed over as soon as I heard you had won a great victory. Luckily, I had already prepared everything for you. This time, I've really given you everything I have; I've emptied my savings."

Chapter 60 The Dragon's Roar

Looking at the abundant supplies, David couldn't help but exclaim, "I absolutely love you, Lancelot. It's a pity I'm not a woman, otherwise I would have married you right away."

"Then forget it. I would be ashamed to give up an entire forest for a crooked tree like you."

I had heard a lot about your achievements in defeating monsters and giants, and now that I heard about your victory with King Arthur, I came here immediately.

"Is this your adjutant? He's very handsome."

Lancelot and Davidian exchanged casual pleasantries, though his last words left Davidian and Artoria both amused and exasperated.

Davidian silently took a step back and stood behind Artoria before saying, "Let me introduce you. This is my king—King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon."

Lancelot was stunned, staring intently at the blond boy before him. He looked younger than Davian, didn't he? How had he become a ruler of a region, even proclaiming himself King of Britain?

He pulled David aside, feeling it was impolite to share his thoughts in front of the person involved. However, he couldn't help but speak to David:

"Just this kid? Him? Is he worth your loyalty? Are you serious? I see absolutely nothing about him that's worth your loyalty. Have you lost your mind?"

But Davidian became serious and immediately said:

"Lord Lancelot, I can accept jokes, but I cannot accept insults. Your question is an insult to my trust and an insult to my king."

If you dare to say such things to my king again, I will draw my sword and fight you.

Upon hearing his earnest words, Lancelot immediately abandoned his previous contempt and all his previous thoughts.