Davidian's Holy Grail War

Why did he suddenly drift off into thought? Did he remember something again?

"What are you thinking about?"

"Tonelic, I've always wanted to ask you this: which king are you rallying your allies and identifying the enemy for? I think I asked you this question before, but you didn't seem to answer me then."

David asked the question anyway, both to satisfy his own curiosity and to get more information.

Upon hearing this question, Tonelli fell into a rare silence before answering:

"The one known as Orkney of the End, King Loth who rules over the entire End. I've come out here to advocate for him, and to be honest, I hope he can become the future ruler of all of Britain. Although that will probably be very difficult."

Hearing her words, Davidian kindly comforted her:

"That's not necessarily true. When everyone gathers their strength to defeat Vortigern, Britain will eventually elect a new ruler. At that time, based on merit and ability, your King Roth won't be without a chance, will he?"

Tonelli listened to his words and only glanced at him. At that moment, Davidian noticed the sorrow and resentment on Tonelli's face.

Although it was just an intuition, Davidian suddenly understood. She realized that the future did not belong to King Loth, and that Britain could not even be ruled by him.

"Ah, judging from your expression, you understand now. The future belongs to the one who pulls out the sword of kingship; he was born to be king and is destined to pull out that sword."

He ruled all of Britain, establishing a glorious era. He was showered with accolades, and his character and abilities were flawless. No one else could have had such a chance.

Tonelli understood perfectly, without a doubt. Previously, Davidian simply hadn't considered that possibility, or rather, he wasn't clear about the true level of her magical abilities. Otherwise, with a little thought, he would have realized that there were very few simple magicians in this era.

Davidian was well aware that the entire nation of Britain knew of the existence of the Sword of the Elector. And as time passed, it wasn't just Vortigern who was frantically searching for someone who would pull out the sword.

Other capable people have also seen the future through their own methods, and it is clear that Tonerico's magical skills have allowed her to see a general future.

But she still wanted to try; she didn't want to give up. David was moved by her efforts, and although he didn't know the deeper reasons, he understood just how hard Tonelli was working for that glory.

Or rather, how terrifying she can become.

"does it worth?"

"Isn't it worth it?"

The clash of values ​​was vividly revealed in the simple question and counter-question.

Davidian is now destined to be unable to understand what Tonelli is truly thinking.

Tonelli also had her own goals, which is why she approached Davian.

There are various problems and invisible rifts between the two, which may not have an impact now, but when the time comes, they will become unimaginable troubles.

"You know very well in your heart that we might become enemies in the future. We might even draw our swords against each other and fight with all our might to cut off the other's head. Although you don't say that you are loyal to that king, I know who taught you and I understand the choice you have made."

Tonelli's words stung David's heart, tearing open the biggest problem he knew in his subconscious but didn't want to face.

This is arguably the last thing David An wants to face right now. After all, in his previous life, he had watched many domestic TV dramas and read many novels, and people would do anything, no matter how terrible, for the sake of power and status.

King Arthur was indeed the chosen one of his time, but how much bloodshed and how many lives had to be lost before he could ascend the mountain?

No one knows, and David cannot predict. He only knows that the number of people he is killing now is a drop in the ocean compared to the number of people he will kill in the future.

Everyone is a king, so why are you the chosen one who draws the sword? Why are you showered with glory and allowed to reach the pinnacle of the future?

Who can accept this? Just because of Merlin's words? Bah! The real leader is decided after the battle. Vortigern did the same thing back then, directly crushing King Uther on the battlefield and becoming the leader all the way to the present.

Vortigern's actions inspired almost everyone. In an era when the Roman Empire was declining, as long as you had enough strength, you were not without the right to make a name for yourself.

Just like the kings of today, most of them outwardly comply with Vutigen but inwardly defy him, secretly accumulating enough power, just waiting to seize a good opportunity to directly take a share of the spoils.

“Indeed, just from what you've said, I can already imagine the bloodshed to come. I don't even need to think about it much to understand what those people are really after.”

David placed his hand on the hilt of the Dark Sword, suppressing the murderous aura surging within him.

He looked at Tonellico, at his dazzling blond hair and beautiful face. Finally, he simply said:

"Let's go, let's keep moving forward. There's still a lot to do. Let's leave the future for the future and focus on doing what we need to do right now."

Meanwhile, in the palace of Lentinium, Vortigern looked at the two figures extracted through magic.

His expression was quite varied at this moment, because this matter was beyond his imagination and he didn't know how to handle it.

I have a feeling that even if he doesn't get involved, this matter will turn into a huge spectacle.

Number 5 and Risotto, who were still kneeling on one knee below, didn't want to talk. When they saw Vortigern's expression, they felt that something was wrong.

"In the end, I was wary of him; he was simply filled with hatred. Merlin, that guy, all he knew how to do was cause trouble."

Risotto, just have your men continue following. There's no need to intervene now.

No matter how sharp a sword is, if the person wielding it has ulterior motives, it's hard to say how much power that sword can still have.

I'd like to see exactly how she plans to deal with this person.

"Yes!"

Chapter 17 Messenger

Finally, after a long journey, they arrived at the city where King Garod of Nantes resided.

In this city, Davidian saw a vitality and passion unlike that of Lentinium.

People come here to make a living and to build a future.

This was just like the people Davidian knew, without the dark pressure from Vortigern that Londinium had in Lentinium. The people here were clearly living much better lives.

“Let’s go, come with me to submit the documents for the audience. Although we both need to confirm our own thoughts, let’s not speak carelessly. Even if King Nantes isn’t a friend, it’s still better than becoming an absolute enemy.”

Tonelli could make things clear to David before the talks begin. David is here to seek allies against Vortigern; he shouldn't push him to the enemy's side before understanding his intentions.

David nodded to indicate that he understood. Of course, he wouldn't impulsively make a mess of things. He was there to get things done, not to cause trouble.

After submitting the application for a meeting to the embassy, ​​the officer saw the seal on the Tonelli document and hurriedly ran to report to his superior.

This is no small matter; it is truly unexpected that King Loth of Orkney would send envoys to Garod.

"It seems the other party takes this matter very seriously. Your document must contain a lot of weight."

During the wait at the embassy, ​​David rambled on to pass the time, since reporting through all the levels always took time, and it was really boring for him and Tonelli to just wait here.

"Those are King Lothar's handwritten letters and his personal seal. They have special identification methods within the court, and ordinary people cannot forge them."

The other party's urgency clearly indicates they want time to verify the truth. We should just wait patiently; King Nantes wouldn't be so foolish as to deny us even an audience.

Tonelli sat comfortably in his chair, flipping through the book in his hands, absorbing knowledge of magic.

During the time they spent together, David always saw her diligently learning everything she could whenever she had free time.

While she was studying, she always shone so brightly in David's eyes. She was so captivating that David couldn't help but marvel at her; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen on his journey.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it resembles an elf.

Just as he was thinking this, the messenger arrived with guards, and after respectfully bowing to Tonelli, he said:

"Lord Tonellico, King Nantes requests your presence. Please follow me. He is ready to receive you in the hall."

Tonelli stood up, the book in her hand flashing past. Her smile vanished, leaving only a serious expression like that of a war goddess.

At this moment, she didn't seem like a gentle and refined magician, but rather like a Valkyrie preparing to go to war.

The switch between these roles completely surprised Davidian; he had never imagined that Tonelli could have such a cold and ruthless side.

"Lead the way." Her words were as cold as the northern wind, but the envoy sent by the King of Nantes dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction. He immediately turned around and led the two toward the place the King of Nantes had designated.

Along the way, Davidian also put away his previous easygoing expression and simply held the hilt of his sword, guarding Toneric.

At the same time, he took the opportunity to observe everything on the road, wary of possible traps or ambushes.

After all, if King Nantes had completely sided with Vortigern and lost the will to resist, then he and Tonelli would undoubtedly be lambs to the slaughter.

The journey wasn't long, and the two arrived at the hall where King Nantes usually held meetings.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single guard in the hall. It was their arrival that brought a touch of life to the otherwise empty space.

Upon entering the hall, Davidian saw King Nantes seated at the head of the table.

A simple crown made of pure silver was placed on his head, and his face was etched with wrinkles that showed his age, but although he was no longer young, his eyes still shone brightly.

The dignity of being a king still sustains this old man; he will not collapse yet.

He beckoned for the two to sit down. Tonelli sat down opposite King Nantes as if it were perfectly normal, while Davidian stood beside her, clearly intending to play his role as a guard.

“Oh, my dear Toneric. It has been seven years since we last met. I was quite surprised to see you here with a letter from Roth.”

King Nantes wore a friendly smile, clearly indicating that he and Tonelli were old acquaintances.

This didn't surprise Davidian; given Toneric's knowledge, abilities, and status, it was normal for her to know these people, at most differing only in degree of closeness.

"It's been a long time, King of Nantes. As the letter said, I've come to discuss that matter with you. As you know, that day is drawing ever closer. Vortigern's rule won't last much longer, and shouldn't you be boarding the great ship to the new era?"

Tonellicoe's words were clear: Vortigern's era was coming to an end. The coming era would be one of many powerful states vying for dominance, and what to do next would depend on the will of the King of Nantes.

King Nantes fell silent after hearing Toneric's words, and after a moment's thought, he spoke:

"Merlin's prophecy has been correct so far; the white dragon is now unleashing his dark reign on the land of Britain."

But the future of the Crimson Dragon, who will defeat the White Dragon, will be decided by the Sword of Kings, and that person is hidden in this land of Britain. So, you mean you want to compete with that person?

It was obvious to everyone that Vortigern's reign would not last long. He had previously allied with the Saxons to defeat King Uther, and it was only through his overwhelming power that he had silenced those kings.

Now that everyone has been resting and recuperating for so long, everyone has troops and supplies at their disposal, just waiting for a battle to test their mettle.

In this situation, aside from those who shared Vortigern's fate, who would truly submit to this white dragon that sought to rule all of Britain?