Davidian's Holy Grail War

But whenever he sees this beautiful scene, he feels better.

"Hey, Artoria-chan. Today it's not just about training and knowledge instruction. I also have a report to give you about something concerning Davian."

Merlin appeared before him amidst the petals, and Artorius smiled bitterly.

Ever since Davidian stopped appearing in this dream, Merlin has started acting frivolously again.

Before, we always called him Artorius, but now we just call him Artoria.

"About Davidian? I saw it that day too, that pillar of dark light shooting into the sky. Sure enough, it was caused by Davidian."

Artorius recalled the dragon's roar that resounded throughout Britain. It was indeed Davidan; only the holy sword in his hand could unleash such power.

Merlin nodded and recounted the events of that day to Artoria:

"Of course it's because of him. That was his first time fighting a magical beast, the Beast Lord of the outer forest of Lentinium."

It was a demonic boar, twice the height of a man, ferocious and filled with hatred for humans. It was to fight that beast that he accepted his fate, gripped the holy sword, and unleashed all his power.

"But you don't need to worry about his safety. Having fully received the Holy Sword's blessing, he easily defeated that monster, and the surrounding Kane village had a good meal as a result."

Merlin chuckled. For David, who had become an extraordinary knight, this was a trivial matter. It was just a beast lord of the forest, nothing outrageous.

Artoris sighed, then spoke some complaints on behalf of Davian:

“I’ve always felt that you, Merlin, have been a bit too much of a push for David. Before that, he was just an ordinary person, someone you could find anywhere.”

He has neither the bloodline of mine nor the abilities he has cultivated since childhood; all he possesses is a holy sword that even he himself could not master before.

"Giving an ordinary person only three years and expecting them to grow so quickly seems a bit..."

He didn't want to say anything more, but Merlin calmly said:

"No, this is the fate he should accept. After all, once he came to Britain, he could only accept his fate."

Perhaps it's quite different from the life he should have lived, but isn't such a dramatic and eventful life a better path?

"Therefore, I taught him swordsmanship and related knowledge, so that he could experience this era and this Britain for himself."

Artoria, don't worry, he will surely achieve countless feats, defeat countless enemies, and become a member of the Round Table in the future.

You will spend your future together, and you will create your own future together.

Merlin's tone had become serious; he wasn't joking. Davidian would slowly grow up until he became the leader of the Round Table.

Upon hearing this, Artoria said no more. Merlin possessed the most advanced clairvoyance, and could see far more than Artoria himself could.

And now, Artorius has no choice, or rather, he has made a choice for the sake of Britain.

As Merlin said, Davian will grow up to be exceptionally talented. Let Davian's power be used for Britain, for himself, and for the future King Arthur.

"But even I can't see through David's abilities now."

That holy sword is quite extraordinary; it shields you from the allure of magical concepts. Not only me, but probably even Toneric.

No, Morgan couldn't see it clearly either. The person who forged that sword was clearly no ordinary person.

Merlin could roughly guess what level of power had forged the sword, but he was too lazy to say, nor was there any need to.

Upon hearing the name Morgan, Artoria's expression darkened. This was someone destined to be her enemy, someone with whom peaceful coexistence was impossible.

But she could also understand the other party's resentment and bitterness, because no matter what power the other party awakened, Britain was destined to never be handed over to the other party to rule.

"Is she still with David? Isn't King Roth angry? His own wife has run off and is pretending to be young with a young, unfamiliar man."

Artorius's words were tinged with anger, and although the reason for this anger was unknown, Merlin could definitely feel it.

Merlin shrugged and said something that slightly troubled Artorius:

"After all, the plan is to win over Davidan to her side, so how can she not spend some time on it? Davidan is now a Holy Sword Wielder, and he is a hot commodity in Britain."

Even I'm not sure whether the treasure I prepared for you is more powerful, or his sword.

After hearing Merlin's words, Artoria really didn't know what to say. She could only say, "Never mind, let's leave it at that for now about David. I believe him... Alright, let's begin today's lesson."

"As you wish, my king."

David slept soundly that night, and when he woke up, he had no intention of staying any longer; his immediate task was to head to Cornwall.

He had just stepped out of the room when a look of surprise crossed his face. Tonelli was standing in his doorway, waiting for him. Her expression was rather complex, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

“It’s time to leave Garrod. I won’t be going with Gore. I plan to head south to Cornwall and then take a ship to France. If you’re planning to leave, then go ahead. I won’t stop you. After all, you have your goals, and I have my own things to do.”

Davidian had essentially made his point clear, but just as he had told Merlin before, he left the choice to Toneric.

Then Davidian left, and the power of choice returned to Tonericz. She stood there for a moment, pondering what she should do next.

As David Ann stepped out of the embassy, ​​hurried footsteps sounded behind him. Tonelli rushed to his side, and David Ann smiled. Tonelli, however, said:

"You're a bit malicious, aren't you? Are you the kind of person who likes to force others to make choices?"

"No, I'm not that kind of person. I just told you about my upcoming itinerary and purpose, and then put the choice back in your hands. If you leave now, I will feel sad and regretful, but it's not unacceptable."

David casually placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. His thoughts were that simple; there was nothing to hide, and nothing to feel uncomfortable about.

Tonelli tapped Davidian on the back with his staff to express his displeasure.

However, David Ann wasn't angry; he was simply content with the status quo. As for how much bitter consequences he might suffer in the future because of this complacency, he could only accept it.

Chapter 24 Tristan

The two left Garod and headed south towards Cornwall. Since they were traveling entirely on foot, this took quite a while.

Fortunately, the journey was relatively peaceful; there were neither strange things nor strange people. The two enjoyed a fairly tranquil trip.

"We've now reached the Cornish region, and if we continue on for a while, we should reach the coast. From there, we can take a boat to France."

Tonelli was more familiar with Britain than Davian, and it could be said that Tonelli's knowledge helped them avoid a lot of trouble along the way.

"I didn't expect it to take so long to get here. But thanks to you, the journey has been relatively uneventful."

David looked into the distance; he could already see the city. Clearly, Cornwall had a large population.

Just as the two of them were about to continue forward, David suddenly drew the dark sword from his waist and began to swing it at the surrounding air.

Before Tonelli could say anything, the sound of metal clashing together rang out. Even though there was nothing around, this sudden attack occurred.

At the same time, David heard the sound of a harp. However, he couldn't appreciate the melody at all; with each note, an unseen attack came his way.

"Stop! We mean no harm; we simply intend to travel by ship from Cornwall to France."

David cleaved through all the surrounding attacks with a single sword strike, then shouted loudly. Finally, after his words were heard, the attacks ceased. At the same time, footsteps could be heard.

A red-haired man, dressed in iron armor, carrying a long harp that resembled a longbow, came before them.

This was the same person who attacked the two people just now. Now that the other party has withstood his attack and has not shown any hostility, he should naturally stop and stop acting recklessly.

“I am very sad... Further ahead lies King Mark’s territory, and I have never met strangers like you before.”

I apologize for my actions just now. Seeing the sword at your waist, I was momentarily tempted. That's why I couldn't resist testing you a bit. But you really are impressive."

The man smiled, and his voice was as refreshing as the wind, instantly making one feel favorably towards him.

If it weren't for that attack just now, David would probably have thought this person was a bard or a court writer.

A normal person would never associate such a person with such great strength; he is an exceptionally handsome knight.

Unlike Gao Wen's handsome and dignified face, the man before her possessed a charming beauty amidst his good looks.

Compared to Gawain, Davidian was more willing to admit that the man in front of him was more like a heartbreaker.

Compared to these two, David Ann is undeniably much less attractive.

However, since it was given to him by his parents, David would never, ever complain about it.

He deeply respects his parents, but it's a pity he can't be there to care for them now. He hopes his sister can take good care of them during his absence.

“Thank you for the compliment, but compared to your invisible attack, I am still a bit lacking. My name is Davidan Sleigh, and this is my companion, Toneric. May I ask your name?”

David asked him about his identity, and the other man was happy to explain.

"I am Tristan, a knight appointed by King Mark. It's a pleasure to meet you both. The mighty Lord Davidan, and the beautiful Miss Tonellico."

Tristan bowed slightly to the two men, his humility impeccable. However, unlike him, who had already been knighted, Davian was still considered an ordinary commoner.

Upon hearing his name, Tonelli's eyes widened. "Tristan? I've heard that King Mark has a fine knight who defeated Sir Mahans of Ireland. That person, is it you?"

"Thank you for your kind praise. I am indeed the excellent knight you spoke of. Thinking back on it, it was truly a fierce battle, and I still feel quite apprehensive about it now. I always feel that if I had been careless, I would have lost."

Tristan smiled; that battle was the one that made him famous. But even now, he was still grateful that he hadn't lost.

David could only whisper in Tonelli's ear, "Who is he? Do you know anything about him?"

Tonelli shook his head helplessly. That bastard really only taught knowledge, but didn't tell people who lived on the island.

Tristan of Cornwall was born before his father, King Varan of Ronuria, had already died in battle.

Tristan's mother, Blanchford, died in childbirth. Before she died, she said, "You were born a killer; you will surely become a valiant knight," which is why she named him Tristan.

But it was precisely because of this that Tristan earned the title of the Son of Sorrow. After that, Tristan was raised by his uncle, King Mark, and became an excellent knight, serving King Mark to this day.

After hearing the gist of Tristan's story, Davidian didn't know what to say. Was this guy some kind of cursed lone star?

However, David would never say such a thing aloud. He had just fought Tristan and had no interest in facing that invisible attack again.

"Sir Tristan, could you please lead the way for us? We also plan to resupply here before setting sail."