Davidian's Holy Grail War

David began to recount the 1500-year search slowly, but he intentionally or unintentionally glossed over his own life and focused mainly on Bedivere's story.

He saw all of David's efforts and struggles. Although he was initially angry, David was always proud of him.

He was my closest friend, and we had stood side by side from the very first battle until the very end.

As David narrated, he became lost in those memories, and his expression brightened, for the ending was indeed a happy one.

As Artoria listened, her expression changed. She could sense that David had intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself from all of this. In the end, all he did was tell Bedivere's story; he didn't say a word about himself!

Although Artoria was deeply moved by Bedivere's story, she was more curious about what Davian had gone through in the meantime. But what Davian told her was all indirect description.

"Even if he doesn't care much about himself, to go this far is just too much..." Artoria couldn't help but give such a comment, and she was unusually unhappy. Why was he always like this, always acting as if he didn't care about her at all?

"I just think he did a better job than me, that's all," Davidan replied calmly to Artoria, who could only sigh helplessly.

Although many bad things did happen during his life, Davidian always cherished his friendship with the other Knights of the Round Table.

Lord Tristan couldn't control his tongue, and Lord Lancelot made a grave mistake, but David still calls them my friends to this day.

Not to mention someone like Bedivere, whom Davidian respected beyond mere friendship. Now, when recounting those past events, he naturally tells more about him.

Just as Artoria was about to say more, Morgan knocked on the wall, making a sound. She smiled casually at Artoria and pointed to the bathroom, indicating that it was her turn to take a shower.

Morgan's humble demeanor made Artoria feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. She glanced at David, who pointed to the bathroom, indicating that she should go in and take a good shower.

Although she had a thousand words she wanted to say, Artoria could only keep them to herself for now. After the King went inside, Morgan nestled into David's arms, leaning against his chest to listen to his strong, powerful heartbeat.

"Thank you so much, you saved me. If Artoria keeps asking, I won't know how to answer with my clumsy mouth."

David held her in his arms, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair. He finally breathed a sigh of relief; if he had continued talking, he would have lost his temper.

There are some things he's just not willing to tell the King, because he feels that saying them would only cause the King unnecessary distress.

In this respect, he always had a strange sense of selfishness. He always felt that his suffering was his own business and had nothing to do with others. Although everyone has moments when they can't hold on, he would habitually endure and persevere until then.

Of course, there were times when we couldn't hold on any longer. Things would have been terrifying then, but thankfully things have come to this point, and that kind of thing shouldn't happen again.

“You’re always like this with her. Even I can’t help but be jealous. You always save the good things for her and never want to bring her any pain. It’s as if you’re not Lord Camelot who loves her, but Yuther who is thinking about her future.”

Morgan's description caused David to pause briefly, and he couldn't help but ask if he felt that way. Morgan smiled but didn't answer; after all, she knew that David had never known that Joseph had been secretly watching him for three years. In his mind, Joseph was already dead.

"Now that you mention it, I'm even more jealous. You've gone to such lengths for her. With what you accomplished while you were alive, you could have put her in whatever position you wanted, but you still have to wait for her to take the initiative..."

Hearing this, Davidon pinched her chin in displeasure. At this moment, he didn't want Morgan to speak. He didn't want to hear it, so it would be more pleasant for Morgan to make some other sounds.

When the king came out, all she could see was Morgan, her face flushed. She was speechless. She had heard everything that had happened inside; this time, it must have been David who initiated it.

So now she has no choice but to join the fray; she can't just stand by and watch, can she? That would be really strange!

Since we're already here, it's better not to make a wasted trip.

When David woke up the next day, he sat up and stretched. The two people next to him were still asleep, so he had to get out of bed quietly so as not to wake them.

Today is my last day of leisure. Tomorrow, once the Holy Grail is dismantled, this matter will be over. This whole affair can finally come to an end. I guess my power is just too great now, so I've lost all interest in these things.

But actually, it's always been the same; he's not someone who enjoys fighting. It's just that he often has no choice but to fight, that's all.

Just as he was brushing his teeth, someone hugged him from behind. Davidan, of course, recognized Artoria in the mirror; surprisingly, she showed a rare hint of girlish shyness.

Davidian rinsed his mouth before turning to kiss her. The two could now enjoy this leisurely time, and then Davidian urged the King to hurry and wash up, lest he miss breakfast.

"I heard that today's breakfast is my favorite soy sauce char siu ramen, I can't miss it. You'd better hurry up, I'll go wake Morgan up, we can't let her sleep in any longer."

Davidian smiled as he left the bathroom, and for some reason, Artoria, watching his retreating figure, felt that this was more like the real him.

Sometimes she wondered what kind of family could raise someone like David, who was truly different from everyone else back then. She had asked Merlin about it before, but Merlin's answer was simple: just a wild child picked up from the battlefield, nothing special.

After Artoria finished washing up, Morgan also went into the bathroom with a smile. At that moment, David was sitting by the window gazing at the street scene below, the tranquility of modern life making him feel much more relaxed.

Artoria sat on the bed and began to dress. Davidan turned his head and gazed at her, admiring the breathtaking sight. He would understand Merlin's earlier words about beauty later, and now Davidan truly understood.

“No matter how many times I look at it, I can’t get enough of it. A beautiful person is always beautiful,” Davidon remarked. Meanwhile, Artoria had finished dressing and then, smiling, came to Davidon’s side, took his hand, and ran out of the room while Morgan was still washing up.

When Morgan came out of the bathroom and saw the empty room, she couldn't help but slap her forehead. Good heavens, Artoria had actually run away with her too? She really was...

Oh dear! I made a mistake at a time like this!

Chapter 493 A Strange Family

Artoria and Davian strolled through the streets, Davian smiling as he followed her casually. He had completely forgotten about the soy sauce ramen he had originally planned for breakfast; now, all he needed to do was stay close to his king.

They ate and drank so much along the way: crepes, eat! Hot coffee, drink! They ate whatever was available and drank whatever was available. Davidian never worried about this; in his eyes, Artoria's stomach was sometimes a bottomless pit.

It's perfectly normal for Honglong to have a big appetite. In fact, she never really ate her fill during her lifetime, whether as a child or an adult.

"I never imagined that we would be strolling leisurely down the street together like this. At this moment, our identities don't matter anymore. Now, I feel completely relaxed."

Artoria suddenly said this to him, and Davidan recalled the two of them strolling in Camelot before their deaths. There were no easy times back then; they had to constantly act as they were expected in front of others.

"Perhaps there was no other way. We had to take responsibility back then, didn't we? We are able to enjoy these wonderful times now because we have fulfilled those responsibilities. We didn't make any mistakes back then."

David looked around at everyone who was living peacefully, which proved that the British had not made the wrong choice in the face of the general trend of history.

The topic of those things actually made Artoria a little unhappy. She smiled and scooped out a spoonful of yogurt, holding it towards David's mouth. If David refused, she would probably show a displeased expression, so David smiled, opened his mouth, and swallowed the entire spoonful of yogurt.

“It’s really delicious,” he commented, and Artoria happily continued to enjoy the yogurt in her hand.

At this moment, the two were completely relaxed, enjoying everything in the present moment, in an atmosphere entirely different from their own time. There was no pressure, no heavy responsibility; they were simply being themselves.

"Morgan might be furious and looking for us everywhere right now. The person who kept running away ended up being run away by someone else. This must have been a huge surprise to her."

Davidian suddenly brought this up with a mischievous glint in his eye, but if it could make Morgan suffer a bit, that would be great. That guy always acts all high and mighty without a care in the world; it's time she got to worry about him.

"Sister seems to have completely let go now. What exactly happened in the end of that strange tale in Britain that made the enchantress of Britain so infatuated with you?"

Artoria was also very curious. According to the original development, even if Morgan could probably settle down and have dinner with her now, it would never be possible for them to become as intimate as they are now. She really felt terrified when Morgan hugged her from behind that night.

"It's nothing, it's just that he was thinking of destroying the world for my sake~ Jealous? Artoria~"

At this moment, Morgan hugged Artoria from behind again, and her expression was somewhat frightening. However, Artoria didn't care and fed Morgan a mouthful of yogurt, which finally made Morgan lose her temper.

"After all, you're always sneaking off to her places, it's normal for her to have these thoughts. It's just a trivial matter, don't get angry~"

Davidian's remarks made Morgan pout; it was clearly biased. Davidian was so protective of Artoria that it was almost enviable.

Davidian, of course, could guess what she was thinking, so he said, "You were always the one who ran away before she died, whether it was Gareth or Mordred, who would have thought you would do something like that?"

At this point, Artoria's expression turned speechless. Mordred was something she truly hadn't anticipated, and ultimately, it was Mordred who led to the collapse and destruction of the Round Table.

Although she no longer felt any hatred towards her, compared to Davidian, who seemed indifferent to everything, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Besides, what do you mean by destroying the world? Doesn't it just mean being defeated by someone? You didn't mention this before."

Artoria brought the topic back to this point, and Davian explained that he had indeed attempted to destroy the world at one point. Morgan wasn't wrong, but he was indeed stopped in the end, that's all.

“I’ve also been thinking that you have a new holy sword and a new fantasy book than before. Your power is completely different from before. Perhaps this is the peak you have reached in terms of power.”

However, she then changed the subject, saying that the destruction of the world must never happen again. After all, the world they have today is something they finally achieved after experiencing the suffering they endured in Britain. If they were to destroy the world, wouldn't all their suffering in Britain have been for nothing?

After Artoria said that, Davidan said with a hint of apology that he wouldn't do it again. At the time, he genuinely felt that he should do it because everything had already been pushed to that point.

Although it was a mistake for you, it was the best proof for Morgan. Even now, I still don't regret it.

Morgan smiled at him, gesturing for him to remain silent; some things are simply better left unsaid. Once spoken, they might come across as pretentious or boastful. Just as Davidian wouldn't proactively discuss the Sixth Singularity or his solitary wanderings with Artoria—there was no need.

David glanced at the clock in the distance, then clapped his hands casually and said to the two of them, "Alright, let's go have lunch. Whatever you want to eat today, I'm fine with it."

Artoria thought either was fine, but Morgan suggested going for Japanese sukiyaki. Davidian thought that sounded good too, so they decided to go and have a nice meal.

However, before going there, he found a secluded spot and summoned Gareth.

“Father! Mother! My King! Where is this…” Gareth was surprised, but at that moment Morgan reached out her hand.

"Just enjoy this rare and pleasant time, Gareth. This is our time alone, so just enjoy it."

Gareth didn't ask any more questions at this point, since this was her second time being summoned anyway. This was truly a family dinner, given the ridiculously complicated relationships among the people present.

But now was not the time to think about those things. She smiled and talked among the group, making everyone feel even happier.

Well, what a strange family!

Chapter 494 Super Speedrun

"Alright, I'm going to start disassembling the Holy Grail."

David and everyone else remained in this cave, a large cave beneath Mount Enjō, where Ryūdō-ji Temple is located.

The Masters are all alive now, but Diarmuid had already retreated in his duel with Iskandar. Hassan, finding the Holy Grail War uninteresting, returned early.

Now, only these four Servants remain in this Holy Grail War, and all the Masters are still alive. They are all watching Davidian; for this omniscient and omnipotent fellow, dismantling the Holy Grail is probably just a matter of two breaths.

Kenneth was still trying to get Weber to see what was going to happen next, hoping he could record even a tiny bit of it.

In the past two days, he had truly discovered Webber's talent. Although this talent seemed strangely inexplicable to him, it was undeniably remarkable. Therefore, Kenneth also planned to properly develop Webber, perhaps because the kid's future achievements were limitless.

Davidian held the grimoire in one hand and then slowly knelt down on one knee, placing his other hand on the ground. The ground around him then emitted a black light.

At this moment, he was dismantling the massive magic circuits of the first Heavenly Saintess, Justeisa, bit by bit. His analysis speed was extremely fast, and he believed that this work would be completed soon.

However, the next moment, Irisviel, dressed in black celestial robes, appeared before them. She was about to speak when Davidan glanced up at her. Davidan completely peeled away her outer layer, revealing her inner core.

"Hey, hey, hey~ Mr. David, I was just sitting here peacefully, it's a bit much for you to come and undermine me." Angra Mainyu wasn't very happy, but David wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"You little brat, you're lying here comfortably, but your concepts have completely ruined the Holy Grail. Now I have no choice but to dismantle it to prevent this Holy Grail War from harming the next generation."