Davidian's Holy Grail War

As Mordred said, let Britain burn!

Chapter 149 The First to Submit

Wang entered the dark and secluded cell to meet Guinevere, while David personally guarded the door, preventing anyone else from entering and hearing about their conversation.

After Lancelot escaped, the matter was uncontrollably exposed to the public.

The calls for burning the princess at the stake grew increasingly intense, and even with the intervention of both David and Artoria, the matter could no longer be suppressed.

David sighed deeply. How did things get so out of control?

While every cause has its effect, he never expected it to bring about such a massive disaster. Should he sympathize with the princess? Or should he despise Lancelot? He was also confused.

He knew Lancelot's character; he was undoubtedly a good man. The past ten years had undoubtedly been a torturous one for the Queen; the pressure she must have felt was immense.

It's quite normal for her to approach Lancelot; given Lancelot's emotional nature, he wouldn't just sit idly by and watch the princess's predicament.

From confiding in each other to falling in love, no one knows what they were really thinking. They were suffering tormented by betraying their king while yearning for solace in this forbidden relationship.

“Lord David, please have something to eat. I’ve brought you wine, bread, and meat.” Gareth approached him with a tray. However, Gareth, who usually wore a warm, sunny smile, now looked troubled.

This event had a huge impact on the Round Table, and she, a member of the Round Table who had only been a member for a few years, was also deeply affected by it.

Davidian ruffled her hair, and Gareth smiled helplessly before taking Davidian's rough hand in his. At that moment, Gareth also noticed that Davidian had even more gray hair.

After Agravan's brother passed away, all the internal affairs work that Camelot had left fell on Davidian's shoulders. But Agravan had been doing it for so many years, how could Davidian take over his unfinished work in such a short time?

Therefore, they can only devote more time and exhaust their mental energy.

If it weren't for the crucial conversation between the Queen and the King, Davidian would likely still be frantically dealing with various matters in the Interior Hall, awaiting the King's formal orders.

David silently picked up his food and began to eat; his appetite had dwindled.

Gareth had been with him for nearly a decade, witnessing Davian's arduous ten years. He had transformed from an energetic and perfect knight into an exhausted ordinary man.

Gareth wanted to help him, but she wasn't qualified yet.

After David finished eating, he stood up and said to Gareth:

“Gareth, you must live well. You are the future hope of the Round Table. If our generation can continue to pass on this legacy to you, then you must shoulder the responsibility of the First British Glorious Perpetual Legion, as well as my title and position as Lord Camelot. Do you understand?”

At that moment, it was practically a decree. Although the members of the Glorious Eternal Legion had long understood that Gareth was the best successor, and that no one else had the ability or qualifications to compete with him.

But until today, Davidian had never openly discussed these things with Gareth.

Gareth's eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears. She really wanted to throw herself into Davidian's arms and cry her heart out, but she knew that Davidian was suffering far more than she was right now.

Therefore, she could only lift the tray, bow to Davidian, and leave; she was the hope of the Round Table, and she had to work hard.

Some time later, Artoria emerged from the dark and gloomy confinement cell. Davidian bowed to her, but Artoria gestured to him that it was unnecessary.

She had already made up her mind; she knew what she should do and how she should do it.

Seeing that Wang Mo remained silent, David understood. Indeed, the impact of this matter was far too severe. Under the current circumstances, only the death penalty could be imposed on the princess.

"Seven days from now, burn the princess at the stake. I will announce this to everyone tomorrow. As for guarding the execution ground... let Gareth and Gahoris take care of that."

Hearing Artoria's words, Davidian gave a wry smile. He couldn't help but say, "You're still too soft-hearted and let the two of them go. If Lord Lancelot saw this, he would probably understand that it's just letting him snatch the people and leave."

That's for sure; the youngest, Gareth, and the mature, composed, and very calm Gahoris were in charge of guarding the execution ground.

Lancelot would understand the king's meaning upon seeing these two, since if the execution were truly to be carried out flawlessly, either Davidian or Artoria would personally oversee the execution.

"Oh? I didn't say that. As the lord of Camelot, how could you go to a place like that? Of course, you should stay in the palace to handle the political affairs left behind after Agraven's departure..."

The only person I feel I've wronged in this matter is Agravain, who is already dead.

Artoria looked dejected; Agravure's death had truly felt like losing an arm.

"He should have informed me before deciding whether to take action. But he didn't; clearly, in his eyes, this matter has already had a far too great and terrible impact on your reputation and the King's reputation."

Even knowing the princess's suffering, he still couldn't bear it. Because when everyone else is enduring, the first person to succumb to the pain and do wrong will be condemned by everyone.

Davidian lamented that it was precisely because Agravvin was too loyal, even to the point of obsession, that he did such a thing in his anger.

Davidian still hasn't forgotten the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression on Agravivan's face when he closed Agravivan's eyes for the last time.

“You’ve had a tough time lately. I’m sure the vacancies left by Agraven’s death have been quite difficult for you to handle.” Artoria looked at David’s white hair and the wrinkles on his face, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

When they met, David Ann was sixteen and she was twelve. From their first meeting to now, she remains forever young, while David Ann has entered middle age.

Even after years of pressure, work, and fighting, Davidian looks almost old.

To maintain Britain and to alleviate Artoria's burden, he had to do more than anyone else.

“Agraven is a genius in administration. In just over ten years, he has actually built a mature and reliable government system.”

Taking on such a massive task so hastily is no easy task. But it's alright, I can manage. After your announcement tomorrow, I'll arrange a suitable execution site. I hope everything will go as you intend.”

Artoria nodded, believing that Lancelot wouldn't be so crazy as to not understand such a small thing.

"It's so good that you're still by my side," she said sincerely.

"Of course, I said it before, even if they betray you and fear you, I will stand by your side and fight for you to the last moment, I swear."

Chapter 150 The Tragedy That Follows

News of King Arthur's decision to burn his queen at the stake spread throughout Britain, and Gahoris and Gareth took on the task of guarding the execution.

The two men already understood the King's arrangement and David's meaning.

King Arthur and Lord Camelot have already made their judgment, so as subjects, they only need to obey.

The seven days passed quickly, and just as Gareth was preparing to go to the execution ground, David tidied her appearance.

Gareth accepted Davian's every move, but said shyly, "You don't need to do these things for me personally, Lord Davian. I'm eighteen years old now. I'm an adult!"

Davidian chuckled and then tucked a standard longsword into Gareth's waist.

Seeing this, Gareth couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is it necessary to bring weapons? Lord Lancelot will surely understand the meaning of Your Majesty and me after seeing what my brother Gahoris and I are saying, won't he?"

"Just in case, isn't it? I know you've been able to fight Gawain for two hours straight lately, you've definitely improved, but your experience still lags behind mine."

"Isn't it important to be prepared just in case? The scene will definitely be chaotic, it will be much better if you bring a weapon." After saying that, David patted her shoulder to help the soft armor fit her better.

"Hmm! This is my successor. Truly outstanding, someone one can't help but like. Alright, go. Remember, don't hinder Lancelot too much; just let him take the hostage and leave."

Davidian smiled; he was always so affectionate with Gareth. Gareth embodied Davidian's hopes for a bright future, however unrealistic they might be, but he still hoped that Gareth could thrive alongside the future of Britain.

Gareth smiled and nodded, then hugged Davidian. Davidian returned the hug warmly, and as they parted, Gareth set off for the execution ground to complete her task for the day.

David Ang also went to the government affairs hall with a smile, ready to handle his work for the day. Right now, he really had an endless amount of work to do; in his pre-transmigration terms, this was like working 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week).

No, maybe it's 997, working all the time except for sleeping.

Of course, there were occasional tasks that needed to be reported to the King for his personal decision. However, most of the work could be handled by David himself; Agraven had indeed left behind a great deal of work.

But the officials trained by Agruven were all very reliable, or at least very useful. It was just tough on them; they had to work non-stop with Davidian at this point.

"The impact of this matter is very bad; the local lords even dared to delay paying the taxes they should have paid."

"Hmm... perhaps we should regroup the Glorious Eternal Legion and go door-to-door to let them understand that although something has happened, our King's authority has not yet been corrupted."

David looked at the various documents that had been submitted. Honestly, these guys still don't understand.

King Arthur lacked the magnanimity of a true king, after all, even his wife had been taken away by another. Such rumors circulated wildly within Britain, and knights and lords who harbored resentment towards the king found themselves the laughingstock of the kingdom.

For this reason, Davidian even felt that he should, or rather, had to, teach them a lesson so that they would know who was in power in Britain.

Three hours had passed since Gareth set off for the execution ground, and Davidian figured the matter should be coming to an end soon.

Moreover, when he arrived here today, he astutely noticed that Boss was missing. As Lancelot's nephew, he was probably acting as an inside man to meet Lancelot. Hopefully, the damage they caused will be minimal, and they won't cause too much trouble.

However, at that moment, a person rushed into the Internal Affairs Hall. David was taken aback. Wasn't this person supposed to be sent to the execution ground today? Why was he in such a hurry at this time?

"Report! Traitorous knight, Lancelot has led a raid on the execution ground! Sir Gareth has been murdered! Sir Gareth is still blocking Lancelot's way. Proceed to the execution ground immediately, Lord Davidian!"

Upon hearing this, David jumped to his feet, unable to believe such a thing could happen! Had Lancelot gone mad? How could he do such a thing!

"Go immediately and inform the King! I'm heading to the execution ground first! Messenger! Tell Winkinrib to bring all the warriors of the Sixth Company, including Camelot, to the execution ground. If I can't capture Lancelot, you must intercept him outside the city!"

He issued the order as quickly as possible and then cut through the dark space towards the execution ground.

Normally, the time it would take him to cut through a passage in the dark with two sword strikes—a time that would take no more than a minute—felt incredibly long to him now.

He was extremely anxious because the reality was far more out of control than he had imagined.

When David arrived at the execution ground, he saw the scene he least wanted to see, and the scene that enraged him the most.

Gahoris lay there, his blood staining the ground beneath him.

Gareth collapsed before the execution platform's stone steps, still clutching the broken sword in her hand, the blade nowhere to be found.

Lancelot, the mastermind behind all this, had already cut the stakes used for burning at the stake, severed the ropes, rescued the princess, and escaped the scene.

But Davidian had no time to think about that. He ran to Gareth and found she was still breathing. He quickly checked Gareth's wounds, but it was too late to save her.

Her skull was shattered by Lancelot's punch.

He glanced at the broken sword's cut, which was as smooth as a mirror. Indeed, how could a normal weapon possibly withstand the holy sword Arondette?

If they had taken that lance, which had been imbued with countless magical powers, things probably wouldn't have turned out this way.

“Gareth…” Davidian was already in tears. His most favored junior, Gareth, who was considered the next hope of the Round Table, had fallen so tragically in front of him.