Davidian's Holy Grail War

"How delightful. Fourteen years have passed since we first met."

David recalled their dream encounter, a truly happy time. Looking back now, he felt those times were really wonderful.

I'm thirty this year, and my queen is twenty-six. The task of conquering Britain for her is almost complete; all that remains is to thoroughly consolidate the kingdom.

Although there is no such thing as an eternal thousand-year kingdom, he always hoped to make the country better and to improve the lives of the people of Britain.

At this moment, he stood at the very top of the palace, and with his superhuman eyesight after his transformation, he could see the entire wedding procession parading through the city of Camelot on the main road.

The grand wedding drew the attention of the entire city, who lined the avenues chanting the names of the king and queen, their joy filling the whole of Camelot.

At that moment, Artoria suddenly turned her head to look in David's direction. It was just a random, instinctive turn of her head, and she could see David standing high above, looking down on everything.

Although their gazes were unlikely to meet at this distance, Artoria could clearly sense that Davian was watching them.

Davidian, we've worked hard together to get all of this out, so why are you always unwilling to accept the glory and praise? Isn't that what you deserve?

No, you are mistaken, my lord. All that glory and praise should belong to you. I am willing to do anything for you, but I do not wish to take away or even share your glory and praise. For no one in Britain but you is worthy of them.

This was a simple exchange between the two, and that was David's answer.

He had never felt that he had the leadership skills of Artoria, who could get along well with the people at the Round Table as a friend and unite them.

But truly uniting these people to fight under one banner was something Davidian couldn't do.

Of course, Artoria was a little unhappy afterward. After all, it seemed rather unambitious of David to keep making excuses like that.

And now, just as before, Davidian has stepped back from the limelight without a care, leaving all the cheers and glory before him to the King and to the knights.

Lancelot and Gawain would probably enjoy it all, but Davidian felt it was better to skip it. It wasn't that it wasn't suitable, but he just felt he didn't need to be there.

"So you really are here."

From the steps behind him came Agravain. Davidian didn't turn around; he remained focused on Artoria below.

"What do you mean, 'as expected'... Minister Agguiwen, you didn't participate in the wedding procession either. You know, this wedding has injected a lot of new vitality into Camelot, and the people's hearts will surely be stable for a few more years."

Although Davidan gripped his sword hilt, looking ready to attack at any moment, Agravivan could tell from his tone that Davidan was also quite pleased with the current situation.

Agravan walked up to him, and surprisingly, he spoke in a very relaxed tone:

"Although I have no feelings for this wedding due to personal reasons, it would be wonderful if my king could find happiness."

And as you said, this wedding is indeed a great benefit to the whole of Camelot, and I am overjoyed.

However, someone as gloomy as me shouldn't join the parade; I'd scare people.

Upon hearing his words, David looked at Agraven in surprise. Was this really Agraven? Would he actually say something like that?

Chapter 132 Knights of the Round Table

Even after the day ended, the festive atmosphere throughout the city had not dissipated. But after the wedding day, an even more important day arrived: the coronation of our king.

In this round hall, Artoria will officially don the crown and become the true queen who shines upon this land.

Standing beside the chalk throne were the Archbishop of Canterbury and Merlin, and all who looked up could see the magnificent velvet tray held in the Archbishop's hands.

On the tray lay a gleaming golden crown.

David stood beside Artoria; he had been chosen today to stand as a servant on the king's right.

The two were standing on one side of the round table, while on the other side stood a group of knights who were loyal to our king.

At this moment, the Archbishop of Canterbury slowly stepped forward and walked to Merlin's side.

Merlin turned to look at him, right under the archbishop's gaze. Merlin carefully picked up the crown, then walked down the steps to stand before Artoria.

"Congratulations, Artoria Pendragon. Today you are officially crowned as the present and future eternal King of Britain."

This nation was born of you, and it will endure because of you into the future. Now, accept this crown. This is what you deserve.”

At Merlin's words, Artoria lowered her head slightly, and Merlin placed the crown on her head.

Then Merlin parted to make way for the throne. He bowed to the king and pointed to the throne, indicating that it now belonged only to him.

Artoria strode toward the throne, with Davidian following behind her.

Before the throne, Artoria glanced at it briefly, then turned and sat down without hesitation.

Davidian stood beside her as a waiter.

Artoria surveyed the kneeling knights and addressed them, "My knights, I am now crowned, I am the Queen of Britain. Do any of you have any objections?"

"We will surely dedicate our lives to the King of Knights!" The knights shouted without the slightest hesitation; they were determined to offer their loyalty to their king.

Now the knights have gathered in the Hall of the Round Table, and our king sits on his chalk throne.

Merlin felt the time was right, so he announced to the crowd: "You have all heard that the King will select from among you those who are qualified to sit at the round table, and now is the time."

The knights, renowned for their military exploits, all knelt on one knee in the hall, with the enormous round table placed before them.

Everyone secretly hoped that they could have a seat at the round table after the King's announcement.

Not to mention now, apart from the King and Merlin, no one knows who should sit in those thirteen positions.

Many knights knew in their hearts that a few people were bound to take the throne, but since there were thirteen seats at the Round Table, would they also have a chance?

Even David Ann didn't know; all he knew was that he wasn't among those thirteen positions.

Artoria stood up and addressed all the knights:

"You are all valiant knights who have rendered meritorious service to me, to this Britain, to this Camelot. Today, we will select the Knights of the Round Table whom you have long awaited."

But before that, I will leave you with my sincerest admonitions, hoping you will follow what I am about to say.

"We will obey our king's commandments!" all the knights shouted in response to Artoria.

Artoria nodded, and then began to speak:

"Never be unreasonable or tyrannical, never kill the innocent indiscriminately, never betray your promises, forgive enemies who beg for mercy, help women who ask for help, uphold the law of justice, and never fight for money. Those who violate this rule will be killed by sword."

From this day forward, every year on Pentecost, you must proclaim again that you will forever abide by this commandment!

All the knights before her, including David behind her, shouted together Artoria's admonition and pledged to uphold these oaths forever.

Upon hearing their declaration of bringing their souls with them, Artoria nodded in satisfaction.

Then she walked to the head seat at the round table, and Davian pulled out a chair for her. After Artoria was seated, she asked all the knights to rise.

Only after all the knights stood up did she begin to announce the seating arrangement at the round table.

"Lord Lancelot, the French knight who has come from across the sea and blessed by the Lady of the Lake, please take the seat of honor on my left."

The first person Artoria mentioned was Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake who made great contributions to Britain.

"Yes!"

Wearing pure white armor and a blue cloak, Lancelot strode to his seat and sat down solemnly. No one objected; it was his due.

"Gawain, heir of Orkney in the North, blessed by the sun, please take the seat of honor to my right."

Artoria then called out to Gawain, her nephew and a knight she greatly admired.

"Yes!"

Gawain, dressed in bright silver armor and wearing a dark green cloak, arrived at his position.

"Son of the Duke of Cornwall, the manipulator of Philnott, the handsome Lord Tristan, please sit beside Lord Lancelot."

Then there's Tristan. These three knights that our king mentioned at the beginning are all impeccable in terms of both experience and ability.

Tristan responded and sat down next to Lord Lancelot, his face very serious.

“Kai, renowned for his skill and in charge of Camelot’s logistics, please sit next to Gao Wenqing.”

Artoria's sworn brother, the unwaveringly loyal Keir, was the fourth to be summoned. Although his military achievements were not outstanding, Keir's importance was undeniable. He certainly deserved the position.

Kai Qing responded and then sat down beside Gawain. He and Gawain nodded to each other, and then he paid his respects to the King.

"Lord Gaholis, known for his passion and in charge of the security of Camelot, please sit beside Lord Tristan."

Wearing indigo armor and with a handsome face, Gahoris responded and then sat down next to Tristan.

"Lord Percival, the valiant and noble paladin, please take a seat beside Lord Keke."

Percival blushed slightly, but he still came to Keishan's side without hesitation, which was a great honor for him.

"As the Chief Executive of Camelot, Lord Agravivan, known for his strictness, please take a seat next to Lord Gahoris."

Agravan, clad in black armor and with a serious expression, took his seat, showing no joy whatsoever. It seemed this matter wasn't exciting enough for him.

“Court steward, Lord Bedivere, please sit beside Lord Percival.”

Bedivere looked surprised and hesitated for a moment about whether to take the seat. It wasn't until Winge Ribbon gently nudged him from behind that he immediately reacted and went to Percival's side.

Chapter 133 Lord Camelot

Including Artoria, a total of nine knights took their seats. Then, Artoria nodded slightly and addressed the knights present:

"So, gentlemen, the first selection ends here. I believe that the merits, qualifications, and abilities of these eight individuals are enough to convince you all. The remaining four positions will be selected at a later time."

The king didn't say anything to encourage everyone to work hard to get these positions, because the fact that these positions were still empty was the best motivation for the other knights.

The battles between these knights will likely become even more intense in the future, but that's something we'll have to worry about later.