Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Grill a side of beef ribs, get some raw vegetables, and make this lady a refreshing dessert. Thank you."

Lancelot was friendly and easygoing, and the servants immediately went to prepare the dishes after confirming his order. Lancelot then took a glass and slowly poured wine for David.

"Thank you, I'm really embarrassed to have you pour me the wine."

David took the cup from Lancelot. He felt really bad that Lancelot had gone to so much trouble.

Lancelot simply smiled and shook his head, saying frankly:

"Don't say that. Since Lord Tristan approves of you so much, you must have something truly remarkable to deserve his approval. Besides, I'm quite lonely these days, so it's nice to have a gathering like this once in a while."

Having said that, he extended his glass, and David, understanding his meaning, also extended his glass to clink glasses with him. The two smiled and took a sip of their drink, then Lancelot spoke first:

“David… I’ll just call you that. You said you came to see me, is it because you haven’t been knighted yet and want to seek a position in Benwick?”

He just thought that David Ann was here to challenge himself and, incidentally, to find a job.

After all, apart from the sword at his waist, David was dressed in ordinary clothes and not wearing any armor, so he was obviously just an ordinary person.

So maybe he came to Benwick to seek a position and embark on the path of a knight.

But David shook his head and repeated to Lancelot what he had already told Tristan. Lancelot nodded in agreement.

"The legend of the Sword of Kings? I've heard it too. Across the sea, Britain now is not like France."

The people over there must be living in immense suffering. Everyone is waiting for the one who will pull out the Sword of the King to end their misery. And that day is drawing near.

"Yes, I have decided to dedicate all my strength to that person. He is someone I can entrust my dreams and future to, I truly believe that."

Davidian readily admitted that he would dedicate all his strength to that person, which surprised Lancelot.

“I’ve heard that King Vortigern is searching frantically throughout Britain for the person who can pull out the Sword of the Elector. Normally, shouldn’t no one know who will pull out that sword? Could it be that you’ve already met that person?”

Lancelot's question was perfectly normal. Davidian suddenly fell silent at this point, before finally speaking:

"You understand, Lancelot. In fact, many things are predestined. The so-called Sword of the King is just a grand title, and a symbol to gather people's hearts."

The one who would draw that sword was already destined, and Vortigern's defeat was inevitable.

"I see. It is indeed the most suitable and effective method. Using prophecies and miracles to gather people's hearts and minds, making them believe that this is the chosen king."

If, coupled with another victory in war, people would easily follow this person spontaneously. But what if that person is a hopeless case?

Or what if he only has the ability to lead ordinary people, but not extraordinary knights like Lord Tristan?

I've heard that Gawain, the Lord of Orkney, obtained Caledin, and that holy sword is no less powerful than my Arondette. To subdue someone like that, mere ability isn't enough."

Lancelot's words made sense, but David had no such concerns. He simply smiled and said:

"Lord Lancelot, I dare say this with certainty. The one who will draw the Sword of the King will show you the epitome of chivalry, and will be an ideal king."

He will surely radiate a light that captivates all excellent knights; you'll understand then.

"Oh? You're so confident?" Lancelot became interested; he could hear the seriousness in David's voice. And if he was so confident, then maybe that person really was as outstanding as he claimed.

"You'll see for yourself when the time comes. Lord Lancelot, please trust me. I will not let you make a wasted trip."

David's words made Lancelot determined that when the king on the other side rose to fame, he would definitely go and find out for himself.

Let's see what kind of king is the one who can gain the approval of the person in front of him to this extent.

At this moment, the roasted beef ribs, fresh vegetables, and the special dessert prepared for Tonelli arrived. Lancelot removed his gauntlets and, together with the two people before him, began to enjoy this rustic yet hearty lunch in peace.

"But you're not here for a job, so you're not just here to brag about that yet-to-be-born king, are you? You must have other goals, right?"

While eating, Lancelot asked Davidian about his goals. Although he could roughly guess, it would be better to have Davidian say it himself.

“Of course, I came here to see just how strong the world-renowned Lord Lancelot really is. I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you, and as someone who also wields a holy sword, I just want to see your strength for myself.”

David pointed to the dark sword at his waist, indicating that he was well prepared to fight Lancelot.

"Then don't blame me for being so powerful when the time comes!"

Lancelot responded in kind, which truly pleased him. In France, he really couldn't find a suitable opponent.

So whenever Lord Tristan happened to come to France before, he would be very happy.

Although Lord Tristan was not present this time, this newly acquainted Davidian clearly possessed strength no less than Lord Tristan's.

This is truly a good thing; it can add a lot of color to his increasingly peaceful life.

"By the way, what is your relationship with this Miss Tonerico? Is she your lover?"

When this was mentioned, Lancelot was even happier than before. Perhaps in his eyes, feelings for the opposite sex were more interesting than martial arts skills or who he would pledge allegiance to in the future.

Not to mention a beauty like Tonelli, that's just wonderful.

"No, no, no, no! We're not in that kind of relationship yet!"

The two responded simultaneously, but compared to David's awkwardness, Tonelli seemed calmer, even though she had a slight blush on her face.

Seeing the unspoken understanding between the two, Lancelot smiled even more broadly, realizing the rapport they had developed over time.

But he didn't press the matter further, simply going along with their suggestion and saying, "Okay, okay, I understand. Come on, let's drink! I'll fill your glass!"

Chapter 31 Combat

"Go all out and attack! Let me see just how strong you really are... Wait a minute, should I have someone prepare a set of armor for you? Or should I switch weapons? Fighting like this could be very dangerous if something goes wrong."

Lancelot originally intended to start the fight immediately, but after seeing that Davian was not wearing armor, he decided to change his weapon or put protective gear on Davian first, as this would be safer, since it wasn't a life-or-death battle.

“No need for that.” David tucked the book of the evil dragon into his waistband, then swung his dark sword to cut away the dark aura that enveloped him. The evil dragon armor was now fully donned.

This can be considered as Lancelot showing off his skills; he didn't expect that Davian's holy sword would have such an ability.

But it was precisely because of this that he knew David was no ordinary person.

Those recognized by the Holy Sword must possess matching strength, no matter what.

Without hesitation, Lancelot took off his cloak and threw it aside, then charged forward with his sword.

In just a few breaths, Aaron Deit was already in front of Davidian, the heavy blade carrying a dull pressure as it struck directly at Davidian's chest.

Davidian immediately blocked Lancelot's swing with his Dark Sword. Despite the fact that the greatsword looked heavier than his own Dark Sword, Lancelot wielded it with surprising ease.

Davidian couldn't help but marvel at the incredible strength of these men.

If I don't transform, I probably won't have it as easy as Lancelot.

The battle between the two was so intense that it was impossible to determine a winner for the time being, and Lancelot was both surprised and delighted. Lord Tristan's recommendation was indeed correct; the person before him was truly extraordinary.

It was precisely because of this joy that Lancelot began to increase his output of power, which surprised David even more. Did this person have no confidence? He could actually improve himself?

At the same time, he also compared Lancelot, Gawain, and Tristan in his mind, noting that the three had very different styles.

Lord Tristan excels in agility, able to quickly switch between offense and defense; after all, getting close to Tristan is extremely difficult. Therefore, even if he cannot win, he can guarantee that he will not be defeated.

Gawain, on the other hand, is known for his unwavering fighting style and outstanding raw strength. Although his swordsmanship is inferior to Gawain's, in terms of strength and resilience, he is unmatched among all the opponents Gawain has encountered.

But in terms of overall strength, Lancelot is undoubtedly the best he has ever seen.

His swordsmanship was barely up to Lancelot's level. In the dozens of rounds they exchanged, Lancelot revealed seven weaknesses, which is why he had to make seven moves.

However, each time Lancelot was about to succeed in his attack, he was able to precisely block it in advance, thus eliminating those seven openings.

After that, Lancelot naturally regained the initiative in the battle, suppressing Davidian and giving him no chance to retaliate, forcing him to defend with all his might.

But in truth, Lancelot was also deeply shocked, as this was the first time he had ever seen an opponent who could rival him in swordsmanship to this extent.

No opponent had ever been able to exploit the openings he had made just now. If he hadn't reacted faster and blocked David's attack, he probably would have been riddled with holes by now.

[This guy is too strong! We're all about the same age, how did he train like that?]

David couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Did I come out here to see all sorts of arrogant geniuses? Merlin, you bastard, why didn't you tell him beforehand that these people were so fierce?"

With his enhanced dynamic vision through magic, Tonelli was finally able to see the two men's sword-wielding movements.

Perhaps Davidon now thinks Lancelot is a monster, but Tonelli doesn't see it that way at all; in his eyes, Davidon is the real monster.

After all, you've only practiced swordsmanship for three years, and you don't have much experience in life-or-death combat.

At this moment, he actually managed to seize the openings in Lancelot's moves and launch seven counterattacks. This would probably make countless people who have trained their whole lives and still get utterly defeated by Lancelot dig a hole and bury themselves.

But the next moment, as their holy swords clashed, David suddenly slammed his headbutt into Lancelot's face, the impact making Lancelot dizzy.

His nose started bleeding uncontrollably, but Davidian didn't stop. He immediately punched Lancelot in the face, sending him flying.

Now, perhaps the battle has been decided.

"Knights fight with fists and heads?"

Tonelli was speechless. What was going on? The two had been battling it out for ages, only to be decided by a headbutt and a fierce left straight punch? What kind of nonsense was this?

Davidian immediately deactivated his transformation and went to help Lancelot up. Lancelot adjusted his jaw to make sure he was alright before saying, "Ouch, that hurts! Davidian, you... you didn't hold back at all!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. After fighting to that point, I have to admit that I can't possibly beat you in swordsmanship. If you want to end the fight, then we'll have to find another way."

Davidian smiled sheepishly, realizing he had indeed gone too far. A perfectly respectable swordsmanship contest had ended with a fight ending in a head-and-fist exchange.

Lancelot wiped away the blood from his nose; it was a minor injury, nothing serious. With his regenerative abilities, he would recover in no time.

However, this also taught him a lesson: in a competition, one shouldn't get too caught up in swordsmanship and weapons. There are many ways to defeat an opponent, so naturally, one should use whatever is best.

"No, this is also a good lesson for me. It's important to adapt to local conditions. Use whatever is readily available, or make use of whatever you have in difficult circumstances."

It would be truly regrettable to become fixated on a holy sword and end up losing the battle and even your life.