Davidian's Holy Grail War

If they could follow David's idea, they could really drive all the alien races out of Britain in one fell swoop.

That way, there will be enough time to solve the problems of people's livelihood and the mysterious.

"Of course, the first army will be led by me personally, with the First Legion accompanying me."

The second army was led by Lord Lancelot, accompanied by Lord Gahoris.

The third army was led by Gao Wenqing, with Percival accompanying him.

The fourth army then invited King Perinoa to join the battle.

The fifth army will be led by Your Majesty, with Lord Tristan accompanying you.

However, your attack should wait until all the alien tribes have gathered together.

Davidan shared his thoughts, and Artoria nodded in agreement.

This was undoubtedly intended to give her, as queen, a resounding victory, which was essential for Camelot at this newly established state.

Stabilizing public sentiment and reclaiming the lands seized by foreign tribes would be a great boon to her rule.

"However, I feel a bit embarrassed because after the alien races are driven out, they will definitely gather a huge army. In addition, they have been pushed to their limits, so I'm afraid that battle will be frighteningly difficult. It will put the greatest pressure on you."

Upon hearing David's idea, Artoria remained quite composed, saying nonchalantly:

"It's nothing but the last gasp of a cornered beast among barbarians! Since you've already conceived a stage for me, I will certainly make all the kings of Britain see our power on that stage. To achieve our vision, we have no choice but to do this!"

Chapter 130 Wedding Scene

After the three-person meeting that day, Davidian once again devoted himself to preparing for the King's wedding ceremony.

St. Stephen's Cathedral began to be perfectly decorated, all for the sake of our king's grand wedding.

Davidian had been looking forward to this day for years; he was really looking forward to it.

"Hey! You guys, put that over there. Merlin will be in the main seat, and the seat next to him will be for the Archbishop of Canterbury."

David was directing the First Legion soldiers as they set up the scene, which, in fact, was designed by Merlin. Sigh, he really had no artistic talent; Merlin, that knowledgeable old man, was quite different in this regard.

Just then, someone strolled over. Sensing the presence of this stranger, David turned around sharply, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

But when he turned around, he could only see Princess Guinevere standing behind him.

"Ah, Your Highness! Please don't just walk behind me like that. What if I accidentally hurt you?"

Davidan lowered his hand from the sword hilt, though his tone was somewhat reproachful. He was serious, after all, Guinevere hadn't been seen for years. Davidan had long since forgotten her completely.

But Guinevere didn't seem to mind David's offensive tone at all; she simply smiled sweetly and said in a friendly tone:

"It's been a long time. Lord Davidian Sleirick, the loyal and valiant dragon knight, since we parted in Kemreid, you have accomplished countless feats, truly bringing a great kingdom to King Arthur. I sincerely admire what you have done."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness. But those are merely things I should do; it is a subject's duty to share the burdens of his lord."

If this is the case, then I also hope that you, as a princess, can take good care of the king's heart and share his burdens.

My king is a man who pushes himself too hard, and sometimes he may be a little distant from you. Please forgive him.

Davidian was still saying such things, so of course he wouldn't covet his brother's wife. Besides, he was the one who initiated the affair, so he had even less reason to harbor ill intentions.

Furthermore, in private, Davidan was very clear about Artoria's character. Marrying Artoria would not be a disgrace to Guinevere. She would certainly take good care of Guinevere.

"As you said, Lord David. Life is unpredictable, and the current outcome is already the arrangement of fate. Moreover, perhaps it is for the best."

Compared to back then, Guinevere is now completely accepting of the situation. Those small, insignificant feelings she had for someone are now buried deep within her heart.

Compared to a purely political marriage devoid of any emotion, her marriage to Artoria was certainly happy.

She could sense the feelings Artoria had for her, although she felt something was a little strange about them.

But she could also clearly sense that Artoria was absolutely sincere towards her, without the slightest bit of pretense.

That's more than enough; one should always learn to be content. This is more than enough for her personal happiness, so what right does she have to voice any dissatisfaction?

"Ah, Guinevere, you're here. The maid said you came out for a short walk, but I didn't expect you to come to the church."

Artoria also appeared at this time; she was already quite free these days. In fact, the knights had been scrambling to do most of the work.

Everyone knows that the King's wedding is approaching, and no one would be so foolish as to bother King Arthur with strange little things at this time.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I would also like to see the cathedral where the wedding will be held in advance. Your knight is truly excellent. If this were the venue for the wedding, it would surely be a grand affair."

Guinevere smiled happily as she saw the King arrive. She was about to hug him when Artoria hugged her first.

"Even though I'm wearing armor, I still want to give you a warm hug. Guinevere, I'm sure you'll suffer a lot in the future living with me."

Artoria gently stroked her, her words seemingly carrying a hidden meaning. But none of the people present understood her meaning; they simply took it as Artoria comforting Guinevere.

So Guinevere responded with a smile:

"No, how could that be? They all say I am the happiest woman in all of Britain, because I am about to marry King Arthur, the king of all knights, renowned throughout Britain."

Our wedding will be witnessed by all the renowned knights of the world; surely nothing could be more joyous than that.

Their feelings for each other were genuine and without any pretense, and David was happy for them both.

This is wonderful! Our king has finally gained another person who can get to know her better through closer contact in the future.

If she could ease the King's mind, that would be wonderful.

"Alright, alright, the model couple, why don't you go outside and take a stroll? Your Majesty, take the Queen to properly observe this Camelot that we've worked so hard to build."

After all, this is where she'll be living for the next few decades; it wouldn't be good if she didn't take a good look around.

David urged the two to go out and further their relationship, since such free time would be rare once they got busier in the future.

Artoria smiled and accepted David's kindness, releasing her embrace and bending one hand.

Guinevere, understanding his feelings, took his arm, and the two left the still-under-decoration St. Stephen's Cathedral with smiles on their faces to stroll around Camelot.

David turned around and continued watching as everyone set up the wedding venue.

He was also quite happy at this moment. He had worked hard for more than ten years, and he was almost thirty years old when this day finally came.

Their efforts were meaningful, and their fight was meaningful. Everything is now moving in a better direction.

The only way forward is to find a solution to the land problem, so that, according to the king's wishes, we can transition to a peaceful and tranquil ending.

But now, looking at the wedding venue that had been meticulously arranged, he thought of something personal, though it was just a small thing. Yet, even this small thought made his expression turn melancholy.

If he had the chance to hold her hand and complete the wedding ceremony here, what kind of scene would that be?

She, dressed in a formal gown; he, dressed in a formal gown. Before a group of knights, he placed a ring symbolizing their engagement on her finger, and with the archbishop's blessing, they exchanged eternal vows.

In the end, he could only shake his head, burying these dreams he cherished but could never realize deep in his heart. Some things, if you can't have them, you just can't have them.

Chapter 131 The Big Wedding

The days of preparation often pass quickly, and finally—the day of our king's wedding arrived.

Although the number of people present was not large, the core of the current leadership of Camelot City was all there, along with some kings and lords who had a very good relationship with Camelot.

As everyone watched their king and Guinevere complete their wedding ceremony under the witness of the archbishop, a look of joy appeared on everyone's face.

"You seem very happy." Merlin glanced sideways at David, who was excitedly clapping for the start of the wedding ceremony, and said quietly.

David glanced at him before saying, "Your own pig has started to graze on cabbages, aren't you happy? Having such a wonderful wife is a blessing in itself."

Ah, but she'd have to be really good at picking up cabbages...

No one heard Merlin's inner thoughts; instead, he stood beside Davidian, clapping enthusiastically. It was as if he too was overjoyed by the wedding and was genuinely blessing the newlyweds.

Finally, the ceremony reached its climax. The Archbishop of Canterbury said to Artoria:

"King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon, please repeat after me, word by word. This is my wedding token to you. I will marry you, love you, and protect you, whether in poverty or wealth, in good times or bad, in sickness and in health, I will always be your faithful husband."

Artoria gazed at Guinevere before her, and, in unison with the Archbishop, recited the vows that represented their marriage.

As she spoke these words, Guinevere's face flushed even more. Undoubtedly, she was experiencing an unprecedented joy.

Then the Archbishop of Canterbury looked at Guinevere and said to her:

“Princess Guinevere of Camre, please repeat after me, word by word. This is my wedding gift to you. I will marry you, love you, and protect you. Whether in poverty or wealth, in good times or bad, in sickness and in health, I will always be your faithful wife.”

Guinevere gazed at the great Knight King before her, and with a touch of shyness, she uttered these words in cooperation with the Archbishop.

The princess's beauty was breathtaking at that moment, and everyone couldn't help but admire in their hearts that they were truly a match made in heaven.

“Then repeat after me: Where you go, I will go; where you lodge, I will lodge; your people will be my people, and your God my God.”

The wedding ceremony, presided over by the Archbishop of Canterbury, was nearing its end, with the final vows being exchanged.

Artoria gripped Guinevere's hand tightly, turning her head to face the Archbishop. They spoke these words together, each one deliberate and distinct, a shared vow.

"Therefore, by the authority given to me by the Holy Scriptures, I declare you husband and wife. What God has joined together, let no one separate."

After the final words of blessing were spoken, Artoria and Guinevere faced each other. Their lips met, and they kissed in front of everyone.

David Ann led the way by standing up, and his applause almost drowned out everyone else in the room.

The others were not to be outdone, and they all stood up to applaud the sacred newlyweds and cheer for their king.

As the grand celebrations and other subsequent ceremonies followed, Davidian quietly departed. He felt that witnessing Artoria's marriage was enough.

After all, the rest of the face-saving should be left to Artoria; she is King Arthur, the King of Knights who stands above all other knights. He has done enough; it would be better to offer his toast to the King at the banquet.