Davidian's Holy Grail War

At this moment, David was stunned, truly stunned. He had to admit that Agravan's eye for people was incredibly accurate.

Davidian now wanted to gag him so he wouldn't say anything more.

The room fell silent. Agravan remained silent, as did Davidian. Finally, Davidian, unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, spoke up:

“Yes, you’re right, that’s what I’m thinking. You know about my situation. I haven’t even told Tristan about Tonelli’s true identity. I hope this is a secret known only to a few people. Please keep this secret for me, Agraven.”

“I know, and that’s exactly what I did. Gawain and Gahoris also know that this matter shouldn’t be mentioned. To maintain stability and ensure the continuation of Britain, I will choose the most appropriate approach.”

You know this, too. Please join me in this effort to keep Britain going until the very last moment, my friend Davidian.”

Agravan acknowledged Davian's abilities, recognizing that Davian was undoubtedly committed to fighting alongside the King to the very end. Therefore, he was willing to confide in him and tell him many things that others could not.

“Of course, I’ll have to trouble you, Agravan.” Davidian then smiled. “But you still need to get some rest. I can tell you’re very tired, so don’t overwork yourself.”

Agguiwen pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. After all, it's better for me to do many things myself."

Chapter 81: Prelude to the Campaign Against Voodoo.

Since his conversation with Agguivin, Davidian felt that his relationship with him had reached a new level.

But he also sensed that if he became an obstacle to the continuation of Britain, then Agraven would probably not hesitate to put him on the execution rack.

At most, before the execution, he would offer himself a bowl of wine, tell him to go in peace, and that he would continue to strive to preserve Britain, and then he would swiftly and decisively cut him down.

Agravan is undoubtedly this kind of person; once he sets his sights on a goal, he becomes ruthless and unscrupulous.

Davidian has now figured it out: if Artoria doesn't meet Agraven's ideals either, then Agraven will probably turn around and run away to find someone else, and then find an opportunity to get rid of Artoria as well.

Anyway, he's capable of anything to continue Britain's legacy.

Not long after that, Artoria finally returned with her army.

King Rodgerns was quite generous, replenishing all the supplies their army had consumed on their journey to and from the capital, and even gifting them a considerable amount of treasure.

This was certainly a good thing for the Arthurian court, as having money meant they could ask Lancelot to act as an intermediary and arrange for the purchase of food and necessities from merchants in France.

But when Davidian saw Artoria's waist was empty during the meeting, he was stunned, truly stunned.

Where is the Sword of Choice? Such a huge Sword of Choice?

"My lord, where is your important chosen sword?" Merlin immediately stepped between David and Artoria as soon as David asked this.

"Oh dear, don't worry too much about that chosen sword. I have prepared a new holy sword for our king, and it will be ready soon. Lord David, don't fret about it."

He smiled and smoothed things over between the two; he wasn't stupid. Merlin's meaning was clear: the Sword of Choice was gone.

"What exactly are you capable of doing well? Huh?"

Davidian couldn't hold back any longer and began to vent his frustrations on Merlin.

"How many more things are you going to make her lose before you stop? Huh? Tell me, are you her hell or something?"

Did she only run into you, you lecherous old man, just to suffer? How did you manage to make things this bad?

Such a big sword, how could it have been lost? Why? I don't understand!

Fortunately, only Wang Ting's core members were present, so these words were not overheard by others.

But this time, Davidian truly broke down emotionally; he simply couldn't hold back any longer.

He really couldn't hold back anymore; he just wanted to grab Merlin and slap his perpetually smiling face twice to stop him from smiling.

Why did things turn out like this? How could the Sword of Choice just disappear like that?

At this moment, Artoria pulled Merlin aside and came to David to explain:

"Don't blame him. This is my fault. I was caught off guard and fell into Morgan's trap. That's how I lost such a crucial Sword of Choice. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"Don't defend him! The more you defend him, the less he'll believe he was wrong, claiming he fell for Morgan's trap. Is Morgan any more cunning than Merlin? If he'd been a little more cautious, this wouldn't have happened!"

David was so angry he had no choice but to swallow his anger and accept the situation. What a mess this was! Merlin, that bastard, only ever made things worse for him.

He sat back down in his seat and tried his best to calm himself down. He knew Merlin must have prepared a way to make amends, but he just couldn't help it; he couldn't swallow his anger without giving Merlin a good scolding.

Seeing that David had finally calmed down, the Queen smiled wryly and sat back down in her seat. She knew very well that David was angry because of her.

After all, if anything causes him trouble, David will inevitably say or do something.

He refrained from drawing his sword and killing Merlin, which was already out of consideration for himself.

"Let's not talk about this for now, everyone. Everyone did a great job this time, whether it was those who stayed behind or those who went with me. Everyone did a great job, and I thank you all for your efforts."

After saying this, she gently bowed her head to express her gratitude to everyone. The others present also immediately bowed their heads to accept the Queen's thanks and secretly vowed to work even harder.

"It is now autumn, a time to lay low and rest."

Once this winter is over, if there are no problems, then our top priority will be to punish Voughton, the greatest culprit in Britain's history.

As long as he continues to provide shelter to foreign tribes and oppress his good people, we cannot truly protect the people of Britain.

Artoria raised the most crucial question: to defeat Vortigern and end the dark age.

Everyone present agreed with the decision that the only way forward was to defeat Vortigern and reclaim the fortress city of Rentinium, which served as its base.

To establish a new dynasty that unifies all of Britain. That was their mission, their current task.

"The First Legion will lead the way, clearing the path for the main army and dealing with any initial enemy forces. Davidian, can you handle it?"

Artoria had already begun assigning tasks, and Davidian, of course, accepted the task without hesitation, as the First Legion was meant to be the vanguard.

"Lord Bedivere, adjust the army's strength, select the most suitable troops to participate in the campaign against Vortigern, and leave enough soldiers to defend our current territory. Can you handle this task?"

Artoria then looked at Bedivere, who, of course, did not refuse; it was his duty.

"Yes, I will certainly not betray Your Majesty's trust. May I ask how many soldiers Your Majesty intends to bring this time?"

Bedivere's calm and firm reply made Artoria smile. He really was growing up very fast, and he was able to do more and more things.

"The First Legion has six thousand men, and then I will lead another fourteen thousand, for a total of twenty thousand men on the expedition. Vortigern's army is the most experienced and best-prepared force in Britain, so we cannot be careless."

After answering Bedivere's question, Artoria turned to look at Kai and said to him:

"Prince Kai, I'm entrusting you with the logistical support and supplies for this expedition. You need to communicate this matter thoroughly with Bedivere. Make sure there are sufficient supplies, is that alright?"

"I understand." Kai nodded. He had been in charge of the supplies, and he was managing them very well.

Finally, Artoria looked at Agraven: "Agraven, after Davidian and I leave, all internal affairs of the entire territory will be in your hands. While I'm away, you have the authority to handle all internal affairs. Do you understand?"

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Agguwen replied, indicating that he would not fail.

"Gawain, Lancelot, both of you will come with me on this expedition. Gahoris will stay behind to maintain order within the territory. Understand?"

This was the final arrangement for today's meeting, and everyone accepted the order. As they left the meeting room, they immediately began preparing for their assigned tasks, each one excited and ready to make a big splash next year.

Chapter 82 Sword in the Lake

Then, on an ordinary winter morning, David embarked on his journey. Today was a very important day, and Merlin woke him up early.

Because of the compensation Merlin mentioned, the holy sword that would replace the chosen sword is ready, and the three of them will go together to retrieve it.

"I'll lead the horse for you, Merlin, you go ahead and lead the way. If we don't get that sword today, I'll show you what eternal darkness is."

Davidian held the reins of Artoria's horse and then urged Merlin to lead the way. To be precise, he was leading the horse and herding the cattle; they had to get the holy sword today.

"Okay, okay, I know. I promise I can get that sword today."

Merlin walked at the head of the three with a grin. This was the first time the three of them had teamed up together; they had never teamed up before.

The group of people walked forward along a path that no one had ever traveled before, and at this moment, David's dark sword emitted a dazzling black light.

Davidian didn't understand why the dark sword was emitting such light. Could it be that the sword was excited?

The three of them walked to a lakeside. Looking at the beautiful lake, David felt strangely relaxed.

It was as if Merlin's mistakes were all in the past, and Britain's dark future could no longer trouble him.

But he soon returned to reality; those things were not nonexistent, and he could no longer immerse himself in this wonderful atmosphere.

Just as the three arrived, the lake surface shimmered slightly, and Merlin stepped forward and gently touched the lake surface with his staff.

Then an arm clad in white silk sleeves emerged from the lake, holding a sword with a sheath.

Just by observing from a distance, David could tell that the Sword in the Lake was a superior weapon compared to the Sword in the Stone, which was chosen as the sword of choice.

At the same time, the dark sword at his waist stopped glowing, as if its guiding function had ended. Only then did David suddenly remember that the closer they got to the lake, the brighter the sword's light became.

"This sword is the holy sword I prepared for you to replace the chosen sword, Artoria. The Lady of the Lake is coming. If you handle things properly, she will give you the sword."

As Merlin spoke, the so-called Lady of the Lake indeed appeared on the lake's surface. Artoria nodded; she would do her best.

Before long, the fairy slowly walked up to the crowd and bowed to King Arthur. Artoria returned the bow and said to her:

"Miss, what kind of sword is that arm holding on the water? I don't have a sword anymore, so I wonder if I could have that sword?"

"King Arthur, listen to me, that is the holy sword that belongs to this planet."

"If you agree to return this holy sword when everything is over, then I will allow you to take it."

The Lady of the Lake's words once again touched upon the ultimate fate known to the three present: everything must come to an end. And at that moment, the holy sword must return to where it belonged, and King Arthur would face his due end.

Without much thought, Artoria nodded and said:

“Very well, I promise that at the moment when everything ends, no hardship or obstacle can stop me from returning this sword to where it rightfully belongs. I swear this as king and as knight.”