Davidian's Holy Grail War

Davidian's Holy Grail War

Author: Yesterday's Shadow

Summary:

Original title: The Holy Grail War of Davidian Alternative title: Crossing the Type-Moon: Tortured to the point of death by Morgan

Tags: Anime/Manga Derivatives, Time Travel, 2D, Fanfiction

Main characters: David Ann, Morgan

Synopsis: The simple life of Davidan Sleigh, legendary swordsman, Knight of the Round Table, Lord of Camelot.

Morgan: If I can't have it, no one can have it.

Artoria: When the road is exhausted, Devian, I will avenge you.

Mordred: If I cannot get Britain from you, then let it burn!

David: Tata open, one self-touching tata open!

PS: This is a Fate fanfic.

Chapter 1 A Small Deal

"Ah!" With a scream, the boy woke up from his dream and immediately sat up in bed.

He then touched his forehead and found it covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.

Clearly, he had just had a nightmare, but he couldn't quite recall what kind of nightmare it was.

All he knew was that it was a nightmare that made him extremely uneasy, an absolute nightmare among absolute nightmares.

Now that he was awake, he habitually began to look around the room.

A vase next to him held fresh flowers of a variety he didn't recognize.

However, judging from the water droplets on it, the flower had obviously been tended to recently.

However, this room was quite different from the modern room he was used to. After all, it would be very strange if he couldn't see a single modern appliance.

Whose room was he sleeping in? This inexplicably made him uneasy.

Then something even stranger happened: a pile of flower petals appeared out of thin air beside his bed, and then a man in a white robe with silver hair and long ears emerged from the petals.

The boy couldn't help but rub his eyes. What kind of magic trick was this? Even the most amazing magic tricks don't work like this. It's truly outrageous.

"Hey kid, you're awake. Are you hungry? Or thirsty? Want me to get you something to eat or drink? Hahaha~" The way the other person acted so familiarly left him speechless for a moment.

Suspicious, highly suspicious. But given his current situation, he didn't want to refuse the man's kindness. The reason was simple: he was hungry.

"Could you get me something to eat? I'm really hungry. By the way, where am I? My mind is a complete blank, and I have no idea what's going on."

And who exactly are you? How did you manage to do that just now?

"Haha~ Wait a moment, I'll go get it for you. This is a special service~ Not everyone gets to enjoy the Flower Magician's tea and water service personally by Brother Merlin."

The other person smiled and disappeared from the room. Just like when he came, a flurry of petals drifted by, and the tall man vanished.

He couldn't help but scratch his head, wondering how this guy had managed to do that.

However, he now had a general idea of ​​what was going on; he had probably transmigrated.

He never imagined such a thing would happen to him, and when he thought about it, he remembered the thing that had brought him to this world. Or rather, the sword.

Just as he was thinking this, another shower of petals drifted by.

He really didn't want to complain, but why did this man, who shared the same name as the road in his hometown, have to make such a flashy entrance?

However, Merlin was unaware of his thoughts. He simply placed the tray he was carrying on the table beside the bed, indicating that the hungry boy could enjoy the food to his heart's content.

There are two pieces of black bread, a bowl of meat from some unknown animal, and a small pot of drinks.

He immediately grabbed the food and started eating. The black bread wasn't very tasty; it was inferior to any other bread he had ever eaten before.

As for this bowl of meat, it really stumped him. What kind of meat was this? It was so chewy and elastic; he felt that every chew was a challenge to his teeth.

After finishing the two pieces of bread and the bowl of meat, he grabbed the small jug of beverage and drank it all down. At that moment, he realized it was ale.

"Are you full? If you are, then we can talk about you."

Well, let me tell you something first. You fell from the sky, holding a strange sword.

I was thinking about something by the lake when you fell in right in front of me, splashing water all over me.

After I used magic to pull you out, you've remained unconscious ever since.

Merlin smiled and extended his hand, and then, accompanied by a wisp of dark purple mist, a sword appeared in his hand. Merlin didn't recognize the sword, but he knew its name very well.

“The Dark Sword Moon Darkness, just as expected…” He took the sword, but the moment he grasped it, a blackish-purple mist spewed out from the blade.

The dark purple mist drifted around in front of him until he reached out and grabbed it.

He slowly placed his hand in front of him, then loosened his clenched fingers.

The dark purple mist dissipated at that moment, and then a very special book appeared in his palm.

He recognized the book; it was called "The Evil Dragon." After all, he had read "Kamen Rider Saber" before he transmigrated.

It would be impossible for him not to recognize the book. But he never imagined that a prop weapon he ordered from the prop workshop could actually take him across worlds.

What kind of absurd story is this? Are you kidding me?

At that moment, Merlin suddenly clapped his hands, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"Young man, you still haven't told me your name."

Merlin said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, after all, this was the first time the two of them had spoken since Merlin picked him up, and he didn't have anything on him to prove his identity.

He took a deep breath and, instead of answering Merlin's question, asked his own: "Can I go back to my own time?"

"Of course!" Merlin's smile and calm tone made his heart leap into his throat, but the next sentence made his face fall and he didn't know what to say.

"Impossible! How could you possibly go back? If I'm not mistaken, you came to this era using the power of this sword; that's a miracle that only happens once in a lifetime."

It's impossible for something like this to so easily traverse the barriers of the world, completely establish your personal existence in the present era, and make your existence in the present moment completely stable. It's impossible for such a thing to happen a second time.

Even I couldn't do it without extremely thorough preparation.

Merlin smiled and waved, dashing his hopes. That kind of thing is very difficult to handle.

But he still wouldn't give up: "Of course it's possible, right? Judging from your expression, you should be able to do it. You just said that it's impossible without sufficient preparation. In other words, you have a method, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Merlin raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes brightening with a delightful surprise, as if he were watching prey fall into a trap. However, Merlin's expression changed so quickly that he was momentarily too anxious to notice.

"Yes, indeed. If I make sufficient preparations, I can indeed help you transfer back to your own era."

However, you'll have to stay in this era for several decades. In exchange, you'll have to serve our future king, how about it?"

Merlin stroked her chin, carefully examining the boy before her. Sixteen years old... quite a good age. With proper guidance, he might become a valuable asset in the future.

Hearing this, he paused for a moment before saying:

"If you can guarantee that I can return to my own time, then I accept your proposal. However, I have a question: decades later, my body will have grown, and what will I do when I return to my own time?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll figure something out. But since you've agreed to my suggestion, let's not use your old name for now. Let's give you a name that fits this era."

Merlin gently ruffled his hair, then an idea struck him. "Ah! How about Davian? Davian Slimmerker, what do you think?"

He, or rather David, smiled helplessly and said, "Heh, then this one will do. I don't think it's bad either."

Chapter 2 I've also eaten dragons.

During the ensuing conversation, the current David learned quite a bit about this era.

Vortigern the Beast King defeated King Uther, plunging Britain into darkness.

However, Merlin and King Uther have already created a future queen, and even prepared a title for her in advance.

The opponent is a powerful figure with the heart of a dragon; his strength is absolutely extraordinary, and he will become the future ruler of Britain.

There is something called magic in this world, and Merlin was able to travel back and forth so freely just now because of the power of magic.

Moreover, fairies, dragons, giants, and the like still exist in this Britain.

Overall, it's not a very peaceful place.

"No, wait a minute! Fairies? Dragons? Giants? Really? Is this the normal world of King Arthur? Is it too late for me to back out now?"

David quickly interrupted Merlin, saying, "This is too strange! What kind of world has he come to? This bizarre place is outrageous, extremely outrageous!"

"Haha~ Don't be so nervous, David. Fairies are nothing special. Although some fairies are indeed very powerful, most fairies are just so-so."

As for dragons, the only ones left on earth are wyverns and other sub-dragon species; the truly powerful dragons have all turned into fossils.

And the meat you just ate was the best part of the wing root of a two-legged gyrfalcon! How was it? It tasted great, didn't it!"

Merlin gave a thumbs-up and told David the true nature of what he had eaten with a bright, sunny smile. This was quite common in this era.

David stared in disbelief at the empty bowl beside him, wondering if he had just eaten a piece of dragon meat. Even though it was just a rather low-level bipedal dragon in Western mythology, it was still too strange.

"And judging from your behavior, you seem to know about the legend of King Arthur. To what extent do you know it? Could you please tell me?"

Merlin asked this question again. Although he already knew the ending, he still wanted to see how much the boy in front of him understood.