Davidian's Holy Grail War

The purpose of traveling to various countries was probably this: to observe while simultaneously cultivating relationships with kingdoms that could be befriended.

At least that's what Ban Wang thinks, and he does need that kind of help now.

“Your Majesty, since you have something to ask for help with, you may simply tell me directly, and I will help you in the most appropriate way. After all, Lord Lancelot is my friend, and the Kingdom of Benwick is worthy of my assistance.”

David bowed deeply, demonstrating his sincerity. He was also eager to see what it was about that King Ban needed his help.

Ban Wang nodded and explained the current situation.

King Claudes, who is from the neighboring Kingdom of Benwick, is leading an army of 30,000 towards Benwick. Although his side has the unparalleled Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, the enemy's numbers are simply too great.

That's why King Ban wanted to seek more help, and just then, David arrived, which was the best help he could need.

The Holy Sword Wielder possesses swordsmanship not much inferior to Lancelot's; young and powerful, he is the perfect talent in the present day by any measure.

"I understand. I will join the battle and bring you victory."

Davidian certainly wouldn't refuse this battle; in fact, it was his first time truly stepping onto a battlefield with tens of thousands of people. It was a necessary trial for him, and he certainly wouldn't refuse.

“This battle will be very dangerous, so I’m willing to promise you a reward in advance. What do you want, David of Britain?”

King Ban was naturally very satisfied with David's response, and was therefore willing to grant David's wish ahead of time, since he understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Davidian paused for a moment to think before speaking:

"Hopefully, His Majesty the King will provide us with as much assistance as possible in Britain in the future. The British personnel are manageable, but supplies are truly scarce..."

"Oh? You don't need soldiers, but money and supplies? You trust that person to this extent? Well, I can understand your feelings. Ultimately, you have to solve your own problems. It's already good enough if outsiders can provide some material assistance. That's what you think, right?"

King Ben agreed with David's idea, believing that ultimately, the problems of Britain had to be solved by the British themselves.

At the same time, Princess Elena suddenly said to Lancelot:

"When Davian has made a name for himself in Britain, Lancelot, you should go and see for yourself. Go and see what kind of person Davian is willing to trust and remain loyal to. What do you say?"

These unexpected words surprised Lancelot, but he then replied with great pleasure:

"Understood, Mother. I would also like to go to Britain myself to see what kind of person could make this boy follow me so devotedly."

To be honest, this kid's abilities clearly mean he could thrive anywhere and live the best life. I'm quite surprised he still wants to go back to Britain.

Davidian retorted, "You're wrong, Lancelot. If it were just about fitting in, I wouldn't even need to come to France, let alone to Ben Wick."

I embarked on this pilgrimage through these countries because I believed that person could bring a better future to Britain, and I believed that person was right. That's why I wanted to do what I could in advance.

The sincerity in his words surprised Ban Wang and the other two. David's words almost confirmed that he was that person's loyal follower.

But at that moment, King Ban noticed something. As the most experienced person in the room, he keenly sensed the fleeting hatred and jealousy in Tonelli's eyes behind David.

He didn't know why Tonelli had such feelings, after all, he was the King of France, and he had no knowledge of the inside story of the series of events in Britain.

“My son Lancelot, take David and his handsome companions and enjoy a good time in this Ben Wick. At least keep the guests satisfied before the war comes.”

"Bring them to the palace tonight and let them enjoy the culinary skills of our Benwick court chefs. I assure you, even the finest chefs in Britain would only be fit for kitchen help here."

"Yes, I understand. Please follow me, gentlemen."

Lancelot smiled and led Davian and Tonelli away from the hall. After the three had left, Elena placed her hand in King Ban's. A look of terror crossed her face.

"Did you see it too? I thought I was the only one who noticed."

Ban Wang took Elena's hands in his own, using the warmth of his palms to gradually calm her down.

Elena, as expected of a princess, noticed the same things that King Ban would notice.

Elena nodded slightly: "I originally thought that blonde girl was a pure and innocent being. But the resentment and hatred she revealed just now far exceeded that of anyone I have ever met in my life."

I could sense that she didn't hate David, but rather the man David was talking about. "My husband, shouldn't we tell David about this?"

“We noticed it in just a few moments, but David Ann, who has known her for so long, couldn’t possibly not know. Oh well. Young people have their own way of doing things. We old fogies will be left behind by time sooner or later.”

Ban Wang couldn't help but sigh. With increasing age and declining physical strength, he could increasingly feel his own powerlessness.

Even though he's not even over fifty, he already feels old.

Elena was also worried about him. If Lancelot hadn't grown up so quickly in recent years and taken on so much of the pressure, King Ban would probably be all white-haired by now. This chaotic era didn't give any of them a chance to catch their breath.

Unfortunately, while Davidian did know that Toneric and Altoris were at odds, he never imagined just how much Toneric hated Altoris, which sowed the seeds of future troubles.

Chapter 38 The Future of the Lowly King

“Thank you so much for your help, David. Although my father has already expressed his gratitude to you, I also feel deeply grateful to you personally.”

Once outside the palace, Lancelot once again expressed his gratitude to David, thanking him for staying to provide Benwick with the necessary assistance.

"Please don't do that, Lord Lancelot. Aren't we friends? If I don't help a friend when he's in trouble, I'll feel ashamed when I think about it later."

David smiled and gestured for Lancelot to take it to heart. There would be many more opportunities for them to support each other in the future; this was just the beginning.

Lancelot looked at David, their eyes meeting, both able to feel the sincerity in each other's gaze. Lancelot felt joy and gratitude for having such a friend; this was definitely a comrade worthy of trust.

Lancelot then led the two to play freely in Ben Wick, enjoying the peace before the war. They naturally wanted to make the most of everything.

Meanwhile, in Britain, in the palace of Rentinium, Vortigern was coldly observing the few trembling people below.

These men were the officials in charge of searching for the one who would choose the Sword of Kings, but unfortunately, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any information.

Merlin understood the true meaning of concealment. A person who stands out too much will be discovered at a glance, so he hid Artorius well among the crowd, just as a drop of water dissolves into the ocean.

Vortigern waved his hand indifferently. Just as the group was about to say something in fear, their bodies rapidly transformed into a ball of dark energy and entered Vortigern's body.

Vortigern felt a little more magic filling his body and pondered what to do next.

“Your Majesty… do not be hasty. I understand your desire to eliminate that person before he becomes too powerful, but Merlin’s methods are indeed too clever. Even I cannot be sure where your great enemy—the Red Dragon of Britain—is.”

The hunched old man slowly emerged from the shadows. It was he who had just used magic to transform those people into pure magical energy and transfer it into Vortigern's body.

“Anagurmas…time is running out. That day is drawing ever closer. My power is indeed growing stronger, but Merlin’s preparations for that person will also become more thorough.”

It's not that I lack confidence in myself. But if I can achieve the best results using the simplest method, I will try my best.

Vortigern felt the pulse of his body, the magic coursing through every part of him, propelling him further into the inhuman realm. He had gone too far down this path; there was no turning back.

Anagumas laughed sinisterly: "I have served you for thirty-two years and told you that Britain has lost its future."

Knowing all this, you laid bare all your thoughts to me, giving me the right to choose. I made my choice and did my utmost for your sake; the rest is up to fate.

Although it is a crazy and cruel idea, magicians fundamentally have different values ​​from ordinary people.

When Anagurmas heard Vortigern's idea, he did his best to strengthen Vortigern, and together with the Saxons who had drifted there, they successfully defeated Euthy Pendragon.

He made Vortigern truly the strongest king on the island, but unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to completely subdue all of Britain. Otherwise, Vortigern's wish would have been fulfilled long ago.

Vortigern understood that Merlin, who could see more of the future, was not on his side, which indicated the direction of future events.

But he was unwilling to accept this fate. No matter how cruel or evil it might be, he was determined to achieve his long-cherished wish in his own way. Since Britain had no future, he would let everything unfold in the direction he desired.

Of course, no matter how much he schemed or how much power he gained, none of it could escape Merlin's eyes. Even if Lentinium possessed powerful magic to prevent others from spying on him, it would be useless.

After all, Anagumas is indeed a very skilled magician, perhaps even ranking third on this island. But in the end, he is just a mortal, and in magic, even the slightest mistake can lead to total defeat.

"Hahaha, how terrifying! If Artoria were caught by him now, he would probably have torn her to pieces and grind her bones to ashes to quell his hatred."

Poor Vortigern, even with all his might he defied his foreseeable fate, but many things were already predetermined.

Merlin sat cross-legged on a large rock, propping his head up with one hand, letting the refreshing forest breeze blow through his long white hair.

He's been very busy lately, and this is a rare moment of leisure during the day. If Davidian had still been in Britain, he probably would have been even busier.

After all, Merlin had already visited many places before Davian arrived and had given prior notice. Of course, all of this was done without Davian and Tonelli's knowledge.

"However, it's only right to be busy now so that you can have more leisure time in the future, don't you think? Casey Palug."

After all, that day is drawing ever closer, and everyone is waiting for it. Ah, I'm so excited! I can't wait for Artoria to draw that sword and begin her legend.

Merlin chuckled and teased Casey Palug on his shoulder, revealing all his thoughts as he did so, since he had no one else to confide in right now.

"Foufu ...

Casey Palug really wanted to kick Merlin, but it decided against it. After all, its thoughts differed from Merlin's; it was more inclined to believe that Artoria could do far better than they thought.

Merlin laughed loudly after understanding Casey Palug's shout:

"Hahahaha! It's a real shame that you put it that way, but after all, I'm not entirely human. In this Britain, no, in this whole world."

I am the only half-dream magician, Merlin! Witnessing these beautiful stories is the sole purpose of my existence.

That will never change; her stories bring me immense joy, without a doubt.

"Foufufufufufufufufu (You're so smug now, but you'll definitely regret it later)."

Fufu turned her head away, ignoring Merlin. That jerk would definitely regret it later. After all, even with his all-seeing eyes that could see through everything, he could never see into people's hearts.

Chapter 39 is a little scary

King Claudes rode at the very front of the procession, full of vigor and high spirits, in better condition than ever before.

In fact, he had no hatred for the Benwick Kingdom or King Ban.

King Claudes acted solely out of his desire for conquest: more territory, greater prestige, and a stronger military—all his efforts were for these purposes.

More than a year has passed since the last war, and his army has expanded in size. Benwick will certainly not be his match this time.

This was not his first attack on the Kingdom of Benwick, but he believed it would be the last.