Davidian's Holy Grail War

The people inside are far more dangerous than thousands of troops on a battlefield.

During the day, he entrusted the military affairs of the First Legion to Winchenrib. He himself continued to stay in the shadows, following Artoria and Morgan, his nerves stretched to the limit.

Morgan and Artoria could both sense Davidan in the shadows. Morgan smiled, pleased that Davidan was following them.

Artoria, however, felt sorry for Davian. After following them around without sleep for several days in a row, Davian must be exhausted.

By nightfall, Davidian truly couldn't hold on any longer.

He is, after all, just an ordinary person, and even if he is young, he cannot withstand such an ordeal.

Exhaustion washed over him, and he could only sit down against the wall in the alley, clutching his dark sword in his arms.

"I need to rest a little... I can't hold on any longer..." He fell asleep right there, because Morgan hadn't really done anything out of line during this time.

Morgan's actions in Carrian City seemed perfectly normal, so normal that even they couldn't find fault with them. She acted like a sister visiting her brother for a reunion, which is why Davidian lowered his guard slightly.

However, after he fell asleep, Morgan walked gracefully to him. She gently extended her finger and touched the dark sword in David's arms.

At this point, the sword showed no reaction; it sensed that it was safe. Morgan had no intention of harming Davidian.

"You're still the same, too blunt. Sometimes it takes a long time to torment someone's mind and body. David, my beloved dragon knight."

From the moment you abandoned me, I decided I would torture and take revenge on you in the most painful way, no matter how many years it would take—and it all begins today.

Morgan picked up David and, at the same time, cast a spell on him so that David slept even more soundly. After all, the better you sleep, the sweeter your dreams will be.

She carried David back to her room; she didn't have much time and had to finish what she needed to do before dawn.

Fortunately, she was well-prepared and was able to accomplish everything she wanted to do before dawn.

Davidian sometimes thinks too much about others and the causes and effects between them, neglecting his own needs.

Morgan came here personally, not for Artoria, but for him.

Chapter 72 Light Speed ​​Cutting

"Ah!" Davidian woke up with a start, which seemed to be one of the few times he had been startled awake from a dream since arriving in Britain.

Every time he woke up from a nightmare, he would recall his first meeting with Merlin, which was terrible, as he didn't know Merlin's true nature back then.

But when he woke up, he realized something was wrong. He wasn't in the alley from yesterday. He was in his own tent. How could this be? How could he have gotten here?

And that dream was so strange. I'm not some teenager going through puberty. How could I have such a dream? I've never had a dream like this when she was with me before. It's too absurd.

He instinctively put his hands behind his back, intending to prop himself up and clear his mind. He must be too tired; maybe he was still dreaming, he must be dreaming.

But his hand had already touched a piece of paper. David picked it up and looked at it; the words written on it were very simple.

You should get some rest. I don't want to keep sending you back to the military camp; that would just be a waste of my magic.

It's obvious who wrote it without even guessing, and Davidian doesn't want to say anything more.

Indeed, it's best not to keep focusing on her. I really don't have the energy to deal with her, and besides, I still have Merlin and the other knights. Even if she tries something, she won't be able to pull anything significant.

David got up, and the first person he saw when he stepped out of his tent was Tristan. David was a little curious; what was he doing standing there?

"By the glory of my king, I will be working with you for a long time to come, David."

This is truly a delightful thing; the moment has finally arrived when the two of us can fight side by side.

To be honest, I've always admired Lord Lancelot before this.

Tristan chuckled as he explained his current situation, and David chuckled too. It wasn't so bad that Tristan had been sent to be with him.

"By the time when we can fight side by side, it will be spring. At that time, we should be able to embark on the campaign against Vortigern."

David exhaled, watching the white breath he exhaled. "Vortigern and all that, they'll definitely be able to defeat him."

A few days later, Morgan finally left. David sighed and didn't go to see him off. He felt there was no need to; going would only make him feel sad.

The three Gawain brothers, who joined Arthur's side, were all given appropriate assignments. Gawain was put in charge of King Arthur's personal guard. After all, he was a close relative of the king, and given his integrity and outstanding abilities, he was indeed very suitable for this position.

Agravan became the assistant in charge of internal affairs, which greatly relieved the pressure on Kay and Merlin. After just a few days of work, Kay felt that he was much more relaxed.

Agguiven's abilities as an administrator are undoubtedly far superior to Kai's, and the city of Karien desperately needs such talent right now.

After all, in terms of military strength, the Arthurian court is already more than capable.

Gahoris, together with Lancelot, led the army, easing Artoria's burden on the battlefield. Gahoris himself never expected to have such an opportunity to fight alongside the Knights of the Lake from France.

He would never have dared to imagine such a thing before, and he secretly vowed to live up to King Arthur's trust in him.

However, David still took his sword and went to find Agravure. When he found Agravure, he was engrossed in dealing with a series of government affairs that had been left unfinished by Kay and Merlin.

Moreover, he processes information very quickly; to be fair, David Ann could not do what he does.

However, it's precisely because David knows he can't do it, and he knows what they're lacking right now.

That's why he had to come at this time to confirm Agravan's thoughts. He was important, and because he was important, if he had any ulterior motives, things would probably get out of control.

"David? What brings you here?" Agraven paused his work, but his face still held an air of unapproachability.

His hawk-like eyes were fixed on David, and if it were the old David, he probably would have felt uneasy under his gaze.

But the current Davidian wouldn't do that; he simply asked Agravivan:

“Agraven, I’m here to ask what you really think. I can ignore Gahoris and Gawain; we’re both in the military, and if they really cause any trouble, I can handle it.”

But you are different; you do many things that we cannot. As our king's rule expands, your importance will only grow.

Therefore, I must determine now to whom you are truly loyal, and what your purpose is.

Davidian told the truth: Agravan was very important; his handling of domestic affairs was something that Davidian and his group of people who relied on force could not match.

But precisely because he is important, Davidian must be certain now that if he harbors any ill intentions, Davidian will immediately end his career as Home Secretary.

“Dragon Knight David, there’s a reason why Mother values ​​you. Yes, from the very beginning, I was indeed instilled with the mission of an assassin. You could even say that I’ve been instilled with these ideas since I was a child.”

Agravan's expression remained unchanged, but he didn't mind giving David a heads-up. For the sake of future harmonious cooperation, or at least to prevent each other from becoming obstacles.

"And what are your thoughts now?" Davidian took his hand off the hilt of his sword. The fact that Agravan was willing to talk to him like this meant that he had indeed changed, and his current thoughts were different from what Morgan had instilled in him.

Agravan stood up and said calmly, "Now, I have made my choice. I have chosen King Arthur, I have chosen him."

All I ask for is the continuation of Britain. And now, King Arthur is undoubtedly more suited to maintaining Britain's continuation than my mother.

The divine blessing of the chosen sword alone was enough, plus he was the first to raise the banner of defeating Vortigern and expelling the alien races. He had already overtaken all those timid fellows from the very beginning, including my father.”

The first person to try something new might suffer losses, but they will also gain advantages.

Others are still lying low, thinking about picking up the scraps or simply submitting to the victor.

So, shouldn't the first person who stepped forward to raise the banner, to expel all foreign races for Britain, and to defeat Vortigern, become the King of Britain? Shouldn't he enjoy all the glory and reach the pinnacle of success?

After seeing Artoria and having a good conversation with her, Agravain concluded that King Arthur was the best candidate to maintain Britain at present.

Davidian nodded. Agravan's judgment, though ruthless and cold, was realistic. At this moment, to properly continue Britain's rule, Artoria was indeed the most suitable candidate, without exception! Without exception!

Chapter 73 could be considered a wife-stealing incident.

Davidian set aside his hostility and chose to trust Agravivan.

Agravan sighed inwardly. Thankfully, David hadn't completely cut off all possibilities and cleaved him in two with a single blow; otherwise, Agravan would have truly been shattered.

Because he knew that Davian was telling the truth. Even if Gawain and Gahoris really rebelled, Davian could simply lead the First Legion and wipe them out. But if Agraven secretly did something to Artoria...

To be honest, even Artoria might not be able to tell, except for Merlin.

“Thank you for your trust,” Agruven said, then sat down to continue his official duties.

He actually admired Davidian very much; Davidian was undoubtedly someone who had fought all the way for the continuation of Britain.

Agravan naturally hopes to be friends with such people, rather than enemies.

"Just don't betray my trust, not in terms of your ability, but in terms of your heart," David said, sheathing his sword and leaving. He also had his own military affairs to attend to, so he wasn't exactly free.

For the next period of time, David's life became repetitive again.

Daily tasks include handling military affairs and dealing with monsters causing trouble under King Arthur's rule. In winter, these monsters, unable to find food, would launch frenzied attacks on villages.

There were even Titans appearing. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Titans looked too much like humans, Davidian would have even considered chopping them up and sharing them among everyone.

Although this kind of life is mechanical, it is also very fulfilling.

Now, under King Arthur's rule, all things are thriving and flourishing.

The people had enough to eat and lived well through the winter, and the army was strong and well-equipped. They were just waiting to prove their strength in a war next year and fire the first shot to overthrow Vortigern.

However, Davidian also had his own headaches, namely the problem of crop yields. He was also learning some ways to handle domestic affairs from Agguiven.

Most of the problems under King Arthur's rule were manageable. The only problem was food production, which neither he nor Agravia could solve.

Compared to last year's harvest, this year's harvest is worse. This year is alright; they won a battle and, thanks to supplies from other kings, they are relatively well-off. But if this continues, it won't be a good thing.

As the weather warmed and everything came back to life, just as David was rubbing his hands together, ready to deal with Vortigern's troubles in one fell swoop, Artoria invited him to the hall for a meeting.

David and Tristan also rushed over immediately, waiting for the order to attack.

"My King, I have arrived." David entered the council hall and found everyone present except for Gahoris and Lancelot. He couldn't help it; after all, he was stationed outside the city.

It took a lot of time for the soldiers to come and inform him, so even if he directly cut through space to get there, he would still be slower than the others. The other two who were in charge of commanding the army were even slower.

When the last two arrived, everyone took their seats. Artoria spoke first: