Davidian's Holy Grail War

"I roughly know that King Arthur is a person, but I don't know anything about related stories. I'm not very interested in this stuff, but I'm pretty good at modern history."

By the way, after listening to what you said, I feel like I'm just a 16-year-old boy, and I just want to escape back to my own time. Can the previous agreement be nullified?

To be honest, David was utterly devastated at this moment. This godforsaken place was so different from modern times. It felt like he hadn't just traveled back to his own ancient world, but had instead traveled to another world.

"That's impossible, impossible! I advise you to stop having those fantasies and focus on finding ways to survive in this world. That's what's really important."

As I've said before, this is a very chaotic era. Foreign peoples are colluding with Vortigern to swagger across this land, and after King Uther was defeated by Vortigern, Britain has spiraled out of control.

The lords in each region have their own ambitions; if you don't strive, even survival will be a luxury.

Merlin waved his hand, indicating that it would be better for David to put those thoughts aside.

David looked helplessly at the dark sword lying on the edge of the bed. After bringing him to this era and giving him this fantasy book about an evil dragon, the sword had been silent ever since.

It wasn't that he didn't want to try transforming first, but unfortunately, he couldn't open the book right now.

"So, they don't want me to use this sword." David sighed helplessly, feeling melancholy about his future. What on earth is going on...?

"Alright, you've eaten and drunk your fill, and rested for a while. Get up. If you want to survive well in this era, swordsmanship is essential."

Fortunately, in the future you'll be among those who have developed well, and won't have to suffer from malnutrition like many young people of this era.

Merlin patted David on the shoulder, indicating that he could get up and move around now; Merlin had many things he wanted to teach him. And the first thing was—swordsmanship.

"Speaking of which, can I learn that thing called magic? It seems pretty useful, can you get one for me too?"

When David heard that he was going to learn swordsmanship, he couldn't help but feel curious. If he could learn swordsmanship, then he should be able to learn magic too, right?

But Merlin, upon hearing this, waved his hand helplessly:

"You need to understand that it's not that I don't want to teach you, it's just that you, as a person from the future, don't have a single trace of magic circuits. You can't learn magic; you should seriously practice swordsmanship."

Your sword must be one of the holy swords. In that case, there's no need to go to such lengths; focus on honing your swordsmanship and mastering this holy sword.

After hearing Merlin's words, Davidian sighed helplessly. Well, it seems he really doesn't have any talent for magic.

Since the great magician in front of him, who could perform magic tricks with unparalleled skill, had said so, he had no choice but to accept it.

Merlin then patted a set of clothes that had been laid out on the table beside him. It was complete with shoes and clothes, and everything was brand new.

David understood. Since he was already here, he should accept everything about this era. If he wanted to return to his own time, he first needed to do what Merlin had asked him to do. Once the agreement was finalized, he should be able to go back.

He got off the bed and changed into the clothes in front of Merlin. The clothes and shoes weren't particularly comfortable, but they were light and easy to move in.

Since I'm going to practice swordsmanship, it's definitely better to wear this kind of clothing.

Merlin looked at Davidian and nodded with satisfaction. He then led him out of the room, and Davidian freely looked around the long corridor as they walked.

Many corners are covered with cobwebs, and many places, though not dirty, are covered with dust.

However, judging from the width of this corridor, this place must have been a magnificent place in the past.

The two continued their journey until they came to a garden. The garden was still in a state of disrepair; the flowers had withered, weeds grew rampant, and in some places, low shrubs had even sprouted.

David looked back at the tall castle behind him, and he had roughly figured out whose residence it was.

The remnants of the old era, the aging and weakened king, await the coming of a new king. The moment the new king is crowned will be the moment the old king is buried.

Next, Merlin began to patiently teach Davian swordsmanship.

Merlin explained everything to him in detail, from how to hold the sword, his posture, the movements and timing of his strikes, guiding him step by step.

Davidian didn't want to let Merlin down, so he worked hard to learn what Merlin could teach him.

Surprisingly, he was able to grasp the things Merlin taught him very well, so Merlin didn't call him a blockhead.

Meanwhile, an elderly man with blond hair was standing in a window on a high floor of the castle, looking down at the two people practicing their swordsmanship.

He watched all this and couldn't help but sigh. He hoped that this young man could become an asset to his daughter, and that glory and honor would shine upon her.

Chapter 3 The First Steps Humans Take to Learn to Fly

"It hurts...it aches so much, my whole body feels uncomfortable." Davidian lay on the bed, and there wasn't a single part of his body that felt comfortable.

After a day of sword training, he felt utterly exhausted.

David was also quite surprised during the day. He never expected Merlin's swordsmanship to be so genuinely good, and that he could actually withstand such training.

I felt incredibly tired, but I managed to grit my teeth and persevere.

According to Merlin, he stopped training just before Davian was about to collapse from exhaustion; otherwise, he would have had to drag Davian back to his room, which would have been too tiring for Merlin, and he wouldn't have done that.

"Is it possible for a magician to have such strong swordsmanship? If I had such strong swordsmanship, wouldn't it be better to just kill that idiot with one sword? Why would I need to learn magic?"

David couldn't help but make this comment, which was true. If he had such strong swordsmanship, why would he bother practicing magic? He could just rush up and deliver a sword strike to the opponent.

Of course, this was entirely because he didn't know the true level of Merlin's magic.

If he knew that Merlin's swordsmanship was less than one percent of his magic skills, he would probably be so surprised that his jaw would drop.

Merlin didn't tell him about the dream magician who deceives the world and the candidate for Grand rank.

"Never mind, I'll go to sleep first. I have to practice again tomorrow... I'm so sleepy and tired..."

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, but he decided to just go to sleep.

I'll definitely have to practice swordsmanship again when I wake up tomorrow. Time is running out for this era, and time is running out for this place too. This is truly a chaotic and dark era.

Meanwhile, Merlin stood atop the castle, before whom stood a blond old man, none other than King Uther, who had now lost his power.

Even though he has now lost control of Britain, Merlin still needs to give his report to this king who is on the verge of decay.

"His swordsmanship is zero, but he has great talent. If he practices swordsmanship properly, I think he can surpass Lancelot, the French knight of the lake."

Merlin smiled. This was no joke. David had the talent. If his swordsmanship could be honed over time and put to the test in real combat, his future prospects would be virtually limitless.

"Is it too late? There aren't many years left. She's already twelve years old. Britain doesn't have much time left for them."

This was what King Uther cared about; the day he would draw the chosen sword was fast approaching. Could he really train someone whose swordsmanship rivaled Lancelot's in just a few years?

"Don't worry, there's no time for him to rest now. Alright, even in a dream, you can't relax, Davidan Sleirick. The real battle is about to begin."

Having said that, Merlin blew away the petal in his hand, and the petal flew to David's pillow.

"Then, it's up to you, Merlin." King Uther said, and then he strode away. Given his physical condition, it was better not to stay there any longer so late at night.

Merlin watched his departing figure, then turned and looked in a certain direction in the distance. Simply practicing swordsmanship like that was too boring; he had to find him an opponent.

"Where am I?" David rubbed his eyes. The ground was covered with flowers, the sky was blue, and there were mountains in the distance. Where was he?

"This is your dream world. The sword training during the day is over, and now it's time for the actual combat training tonight. I've prepared a great opponent for you, which will definitely help you get familiar with what I'm teaching you as quickly as possible."

Merlin's voice came into his ear, explaining the current situation to him in the best way possible.

David looked at all this in disbelief. 996? No, Merlin, that bastard, was planning to make him work 007!

They train during the day and continue training at night, without stopping, just non-stop training.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is your dream world. Your body is still resting well, and you'll be full of energy again tomorrow. Now, get ready to face the upcoming combat training."

After Merlin finished speaking, he tapped his staff, and another cluster of petals drifted down. A person with golden hair and a braid appeared before Davidian.

When this person saw David Ann in front of him, he was a little surprised. There was actually someone in this dream today?

"You've worked hard training Hector during the day, Artorius. But before we begin our lesson tonight, I'd like to trouble you to train him a bit more."

After all, he needs to know the level of his future opponents. If he approaches future battles with his current mindset, he won't last more than a few rounds.

Merlin smiled and explained the situation, and the boy named Artorius naturally accepted the task, as it was not difficult for him.

Then a flash of golden light appeared in Merlin's hand, and the Dark Sword materialized. He tossed the sword to Davian. Another flash of golden light followed, and he tossed a sword adorned with gold and jewels to Artoria.

"I understand. Since Merlin said that, there must be a reason. So, to what extent should I use my strength?"

Artorius swung the sword in his hand, familiarizing himself with its center of gravity and weight. Would he use this sword in the future? It's alright, it'll do, but if he wanted to unleash his full power, this sword wouldn't be up to par.

Merlin nodded slightly and pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "I'll probably only use about three-tenths of my strength. I'm afraid you'll hurt him if you use too much. With his physical abilities, he can't beat you right now."

David listened to the conversation between the two, and when he heard the phrase "three-thirds strength," he felt something was wrong, and he also realized that his so-called physical ability was no match for the child in front of him.

He looks like he's only eleven or twelve years old, right? How could I not even beat a kid like that? Seriously?

His gaze sharpened, the youthful spirit stirred by Merlin now stirring within him. David was determined to teach this boy the price of arrogance, and to show Merlin that he was not so weak.

“Then, I shall go. Before the battle, state your name. My name is Artorius, but you cannot reveal my surname.”

Artorius lowered his sword to his side, slightly turned his body, and faced Davian in the best charging stance. At this moment, his imposing presence actually overwhelmed Davian, making him dare not underestimate this eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

David swallowed hard. From the moment he assumed a fighting stance, he understood why Merlin had told the boy in front of him to only use three-tenths of his strength.

Hey, is this really a little kid? This heavy aura, this oppressive feeling, even he subconsciously felt that he couldn't win.

However, he still tried his best to get into position and prepare to face the charge.

Although in Merlin's eyes, he had already lost when Davidian did not meet the enemy with the same charging posture.

However, he still confidently extended his hand, ready for the two to practice together.

"start!"

The next moment, David Ann flew out.

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