Davidian's Holy Grail War

What is it about him that makes you so desperate to fight for him? I've heard he's King Uther's illegitimate son. If you hadn't come to his aid, he probably wouldn't have won his first battle. And there wouldn't have been that great victory in Birdgreen Forest.”

"Stop bringing up the issue of illegitimate children all the time, it makes me unhappy."

Davidian looked displeased, and Tristan realized he had said the wrong thing. He quickly apologized to Davidian and refilled his glass to show his sincerity.

He did slur his words a bit after drinking too much; he definitely wouldn't say that normally.

"I don't think he likes men at all. But he's not a bad person... he's a good person that I really want to get close to."

I didn't sense that sense of distance from her that I felt when I met other kings. I just felt very comfortable around her, you know?

David expressed his feelings in a very simple way, but the simpler it was, the more Tristan believed that what he said was indeed true.

“You’ve made him sound more like your friend than a king. But David, who knows, he might change in the future? A king and his subjects are not the same thing, have you—thought that?”

Tristan stated this fact with a wry smile, which was indeed the problem he had encountered.

Chapter 70 The Arrival of "Family"

"She will definitely change, and she will do many things that are hard to accept."

Davidian was quite open about these things.

“Everyone’s way of doing things will change because of the environment, but I believe one thing: her persistence will not change. Her original intention for doing these things will not change.”

Davidan cut to the heart of the matter, believing that Artoria's resolve would not change. From the moment she said she was acting for a future shared with people, Davidan felt that his choice was absolutely right.

Tristan understood; Davian's decision was unwavering. He had thought everything through before he resolutely resolved to fight Artoria to the very end.

"I envy you so much. You found your lord without hesitation or confusion. I'm still confused, and I'm so sad..."

Tristan was still troubled; he had truly lost his purpose in life for the time being. He used to think he would stay in his uncle's court until the end, but now he was just wandering around, not knowing when he would be able to pull himself together again.

[Hesitation...and confusion?]

Davidian listened to Tristan's words, and it was unclear what he was thinking. He simply drank a glass of wine in silence; he still desperately wanted to change the future.

Unfortunately, he could only see a small part of the future. Merlin, who could see the most, had no interest in making any changes.

"Commander! The King requests your presence in the city." Wingini drew back the curtain, and David frowned instinctively upon hearing this. Requesting his presence in the city? At this time?

“Tristan, stop drinking. Come on, come with me, I can also offer you to the king.” Davidan pulled Tristan up, and the two of them went into the city together.

Although the city of Carion did not intend to build a palace, David could still easily find the king's residence, having visited it many times before.

But when he arrived at the king's residence and saw the man sitting there, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This is someone he never expected to meet now.

“Morgan Pendragon…” he murmured the name. David had thought they would never meet again. But now, they met once more before the King.

But at this moment she was neither cold nor crazy, but instead smiled and said: "Your mother misses you very much. Do you plan to reunite with her?"

The mother she was referring to was their shared mother, Igraine.

She's a legend herself; Morgan and Artoria were both her children. If she could see them laughing and chatting like this now, she'd probably be very happy.

After all, she couldn't fathom the extent of Morgan's hatred for Artoria.

"Let's wait a while. It's winter now, after all. Plus, the journey is long, so it would be troublesome whether I go there or she comes here."

Artoria responded with a smile. At this moment, the two of them could be considered as sister and brother.

Then Morgan said, "Ah, I have something to ask of you. Gawain, Agravan, Gahoris, I entrust my children to you."

It would be a waste of their talents to simply leave them in Orkney. If they could follow you, they could surely fulfill their lifelong ambition to become knights.

This suggestion surprised everyone present, even Gawain, who was standing behind Morgan as her bodyguard. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this really okay, Mother?"

“It’s alright. After all, defeating Vortigern is everyone’s wish on the island, isn’t it? Your uncle must be very happy too, right, Arthur?”

Morgan looked at Artoria, her eyes hidden beneath her black veil. But she was undoubtedly planning something no one else knew.

"If we can get the help of the Sun Knight Gawain, then the day of defeating Vortigern might be one step closer."

Artoria nodded, then glanced at Davidian. Their eyes met at that moment, and they both understood what the other meant—there was something fishy going on among the three.

Morgan then said, "Ah, I think the supplies Roth is supposed to deliver to you according to the agreement should be arriving soon. Agraven is in charge of escorting them; would you like to go and receive them together?"

"Sister, please stay here and talk to me. It's rare for us to see each other. Who knows when we'll see each other again? Please leave the task of receiving the supplies to Merlin and Kaiqing."

As soon as Artoria finished speaking, Kay and Merlin had already left the room. Now, only Gawain, Morgan, Artoria, Davian, and Tristan remained.

“I don’t think I belong here,” Tristan whispered to Davidian, but Davidian simply nudged him with his heel, signaling him to keep quiet.

Morgan then looked at Davidian and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Davidian. You look a little more tired than before. Have you been working too hard lately?"

"I wouldn't dare trouble you, I'm just a little tired lately."

As he spoke, David stood behind King Arthur and took on the role of a guard, making his stance clear.

Hearing his words, Morgan chuckled softly, then looked at Tristan and said:

"It must be Lord Tristan, the Sorrowful Prince of Cornwall. I didn't expect to see you here. Are you planning to join King Arthur's court and serve my brother?"

"I haven't officially gained King Arthur's approval yet, after all, I only arrived in Carion City today. But now that I'm here, I think I can end my wandering journey."

Tristan plucked his bowstring, producing a melodious tune. Artoria turned and glanced at David, her eyes clearly saying, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

David could only manage a wry smile; he hadn't expected Morgan to arrive at this time. He had planned to finish his drinks with Tristan, let him rest, and then bring Tristan to meet the King the next day to try and secure a position for him.

"Since you're here today, why don't you stay a few more days? I'll arrange a suitable place for you. We can get to know each other better during this time. I'd also like to get along better with you."

Artoria chuckled softly. If Davidan didn't know the deeper relationship between the two, he would probably be happy because of their meeting today.

Unfortunately, these two are destined not to get along; a tense standoff is the only possibility.

“That’s wonderful. It’s a rare opportunity for me to come to the south. I’ve been staying in the north for a while now, so I should stay here for a few more days.”

Morgan's voice came from behind the veil, and Davidian became even more vigilant. She must have something in mind. If he wasn't careful, he might let Artoria fall into her trap.

Chapter 71 Haste and Patience

That evening, at what could be considered a family dinner table in Artoria, only Gawain, Agravivan, Gahoris, Artoria, and Morgan were qualified to sit there.

David and Merlin both stood as waiters, since this was a Pendragon family dinner and there was no reason for them to sit and eat.

During the banquet, the two men chatted and laughed about everyday things, while Gao Wen and his two brothers didn't dare to say much.

However, David felt that Gawain and Gahoris were genuinely afraid to speak, while that guy named Agravivan... he probably just didn't want to talk.

This man is interesting; Davidian is starting to take a liking to him a little now.

In the end, the conversation ended in laughter and pleasantries. There was no tension, no magic trick of a chosen sword clashing with Morgan's.

Both sides were calm, as if it were truly the joy of family members who had never met before meeting for the first time.

When it was over, David escorted Artoria back to her room and then didn't bother with anything else.

He knew he couldn't stop Morgan; it was true he had the upper hand in battle. But whatever Morgan wanted to do, given her magical skill, Davidian simply couldn't stop her.

He returned to the First Legion's encampment and to his own tent. Tristan's quarters had already been arranged, and now there were only three people around the tent: himself and the soldiers guarding the outside.

"You seem to be very unwelcoming to me, or are you actually missing me terribly, but can't show it because the Red Dragon is here?"

A voice appeared behind Davidian, and he nearly drew his sword to strike in the direction of the voice. But he restrained himself; he couldn't possibly kill her, nor could he.

But he still turned around to look at Morgan standing there, and David couldn't help but say, "What's the point of coming here now? It would be better to never see each other again, at least that way you'd feel much better, wouldn't you?"

"You'll feel better inside, right? But I won't allow that. I won't let you have it easy."

Morgan removed her veil, her eyes filled with a murderous light.

Indeed, she couldn't kill David, but she wouldn't let him go. Whether it was his mind or his body, Morgan would find an opportunity to torment him to the fullest extent possible.

David knew all this, and that's why he still chose to leave Morgan. No matter how Morgan treats him now, he has no regrets. But... some things are different.

"Now that you've come, you must be planning to do something. Don't act rashly. I certainly won't do anything to you for my own sake. But if you dare to do anything to my king, this dark sword will surely slit your throat."

Davidian gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He was serious; if Morgan did anything wrong, he would not hesitate to take action.

"I didn't come here just because of that hateful Red Dragon. I also came here to see what state you are in now that you have abandoned me."

You seem quite heartless, unmoved by our past interactions—completely devoted to that hateful red dragon.

Morgan came to David's side and whispered the words in his ear.

David felt even more distressed by her words. Did this guy feed on the suffering of others?

Even when I was slaying a vampire like Bavanshi and was hit by her dream attack, I wasn't this upset. Now, Morgan almost broke my defenses with just a few words.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you and won't let you have any chance to cause trouble here."

Davidian still issued a warning and a declaration; he certainly couldn't let Morgan run amok here. This was the very beginning of our King's cause, and there was no room for error.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to persecute that hateful red dragon. But since you're planning to do so, I don't mind. As long as you can endure it, hehe."

With that, Morgan vanished into a blue magical glow. David took a deep breath; it seemed tonight would be a sleepless one.

Or perhaps... I won't be able to sleep well for the next few days.

He left his military camp and went to the vicinity of Morgan's residence. There he took charge of guarding the area.

The passing patrolling soldiers all assumed he was staying for the safety of King Arthur's sister inside, unaware that David was actually staying for Artoria's safety.