Davidian's Holy Grail War

He understood; there must be something strange about that blond kid that made this friend, whom he himself acknowledged, so loyal to him to the death. But he himself was still unwilling to believe it. Could such a kid really have that much charm?

"Alright, let's get the supplies into the city first. I'll talk about the details later. Don't go back to France yet. Stay with me for a few days, and I'll treat you well."

David decided to hold off on discussing these matters with Lancelot for now and focus on getting things done first. To be honest, he was genuinely grateful to Lancelot; his arrival had been incredibly timely.

With the second major battle against the northern kings imminent, his sending so many supplies is truly a timely help.

This greatly alleviated their immediate crisis, allowing them to focus more on expanding their military and pacifying the people under their rule. Davidian would be even happier if Lancelot were willing to stay and help.

Since David and his legion were stationed outside Carion City, it took quite a while to move all the supplies Lancelot brought into the city.

Artoria and Merlin immediately began to arrange for people to inventory the supplies. They really hadn't expected Lancelot to be so generous and give so much at once.

After these chores were finished, Kay arranged a resting place for the French soldiers who had come from afar. Lancelot then came to find David with a case of wine.

His mind was full of questions, and doubts were filling his heart.

"Are you serious? If you keep drinking like this with me, I'll kill myself!"

David looked at the case of liquor and felt numb. He didn't know how much he could drink. If he drank like this, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything today.

"I'll finish mine, you can drink as you please!" Lancelot certainly wouldn't let David drink like that, but when David watched Lancelot unscrew the bottle and gulp it down, he looked down at the bottle in his own hand.

With no other choice, he unscrewed the bottle and took a sniff.

Yes, it's definitely stronger than any alcohol I've ever had before.

So he could only drink slowly, answering Lancelot's questions as he drank.

“What are you thinking? Can he really do it? The whole of Britain! He wants to be the king of the whole of Britain! I’m not even talking about all the kings, big and small. Just Vortigern alone, how difficult that is. The path you are about to take is a path full of thorns.”

Lancelot unscrewed the second bottle of wine; he truly couldn't believe they were starting from scratch. Could it be that David and that King Arthur had some kind of mental problem?

As he drank, he said, "I've heard that the ten kings of the North have joined forces to recruit soldiers there."

I find it hard to imagine what a powerful army they would field against you. If they fail, you will have no way out.

David nodded: "Yes, I know. But I still believe in him, and I believe in myself. We will definitely win this battle, we absolutely will not lose."

Even if it means fighting against all the royal capitals of Britain, I will not hesitate; I will make him the Knight King of all Britain.

“I had heard about his travels to various countries before, and I had also heard people compare me to him, saying that it was difficult to distinguish between us.”

But to be honest, I haven't seen him possess any truly convincing qualities yet.

Yes, I admit, you've managed Karien City very well, and the expansion and development of the army have been very orderly. However, the enemy is much more experienced, and there will be more and more enemies in the future. Even so, will you still firmly follow him?

Lancelot's question made Davidian shake his head, and he replied with a smile, "It wasn't me following him, it was me choosing her, and him choosing me. We chose each other, do you understand?"

"I find it hard to understand, at least not now."

Lancelot had already drunk his third bottle, and he really couldn't understand his friend's unwavering trust. The situation in Carion City was now much more difficult than it had been in Benwick before.

"Then stay here for a while and see for yourself. See what made me so determined, and see what kind of king he really is."

I think you should come along for the next battle. It's free to watch, right?

Davidian offered his pre-prepared suggestion, sincerely hoping Lancelot would stay. He also believed Lancelot would change his mind; the King possessed that charm.

Upon hearing his suggestion, Lancelot couldn't help but smile wryly:

"This is what you really think, isn't it? You've kept it hidden for so long and finally said it."

But David, I must say, the troop disparity between you and them is far more exaggerated than the last time we faced them. Even so, are you still going?"

"Of course, just watch. We will definitely win; there's no reason for us to lose."

"The Sun Knight, the invincible Gao Wenqing, will also join the battle. Even so, are you confident of victory?"

Lancelot brought it up suddenly; he received the information faster than David. But in reality, David would have received the news a day later.

David's expression changed at this moment; he knew, of course, who had instigated Gawain to go to the battlefield.

Yes, to deal with an extraordinary knight, you still have to rely on an extraordinary knight. Morgan is truly a clever woman.

"I will win. Even the Sun Knight will be hidden behind the clouds in the face of the evil dragon's roar."

Chapter 61 King and Subjects

Sure enough, not long after Lancelot's arrival, the ten kings joined forces and gathered 80,000 troops to declare war on King Arthur once again. King Loth even announced that his son, the extraordinary Sun Knight Gawain, would join the war.

When Davidian heard the news, he smiled dismissively. Artoria, not understanding what he was laughing at, asked him, "What's wrong, Davidian? Is something funny?"

"I just find those people ridiculous. They clearly still have a lot of troops left in their own territory to guard against the invasion of the British king and the Saxons, but at this time they have to pretend to be doing their best to mobilize troops."

"My king, this hesitant and indecisive approach will surely not succeed. We should deliver a defeat to show these kings that their era is over."

David shared his thoughts with Artoria; he could almost foresee his side's victory.

Artoria smiled upon hearing his opinion. The enemy had too many things to consider, while they possessed the advantage of being able to launch a decisive attack. Even if they were outnumbered, they were not incapable of winning in one battle.

"So, what is Lord Lancelot thinking? He was quite drunk yesterday, and I don't know what you talked about with him. But he must be wondering about your defection to my side, right?"

Artoria, of course, wouldn't care about such doubts. She would face many more doubts in the future, so she didn't care about one or two.

David turned to look at her before explaining, "It's normal for him to have doubts; you're younger than me."

He would certainly think that my involvement here is a waste of my abilities, but I know that's not the case with you.

It's okay. After a while, he'll understand just how truly admirable you are.

"There's nothing I can do about my appearance. Merlin said that once the chosen sword is drawn, my body will stop growing because of it."

I'll probably stay this sixteen-year-old forever, and maybe that's why they're afraid of me. The idea of ​​never aging is always a bit frightening.

Artoria placed the chosen sword on the round table. Now even Davian could pick up the sword, but no one but Artoria would receive its blessing.

Davidian listened to her words and couldn't help but sigh. She had given up so much that a normal person should have for the sake of her ideal king and for Britain.

The idea of ​​gaining and losing isn't quite appropriate here, because Artoria had no choice; she had to do it this way.

"However, your face is indeed very beautiful. Sometimes I feel that it is not a man's face, but a woman's face."

This is a bit ridiculous. All the powerful characters I know now are more handsome or beautiful than me. Tristan, Lancelot, Gawain, Merlin, and you.

Although I don't have any complaints, I still feel a strange sense of frustration.

David crossed his arms and casually made some jokes.

Artoria was amused by his joke: "That's true, but I'm a complete man, you know. As for my looks, don't be too disappointed."

After all, appearance isn't the only factor in life; you'd be in high demand anywhere else. I'm still thinking about what position I should give you to keep you by my side.

"I haven't even thought about that myself, it's too far off. Right now, the current war is more important; we need to find a way to win this one. How many troops and knights do you have available to take with you?"

Davidian began to inquire about this matter. After all, the opposing side consisted of the Ten Kings joining forces, as well as the Sun Knight Gawain. Although Davidian outwardly looked down on them, he still took them very seriously.

After a moment's thought, Artoria responded: "Bring all 6,000 men of the First Legion, and I will personally lead another 14,000, making a force of 20,000. Then there are 2,000 knights who have come to our aid from all sides. In a battle of 22,000 against 80,000, the troop ratio is close to one to four."

They were at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers, and Artoria needed to leave people behind to guard the area around Karion City. If Vortigern or someone else were to raid their base while they were leaving, all their hard work over the years would be for naught.

"Understood, the First Legion has set off. It is indeed quite tough. But it's alright, we need this battle to make an example of them."

"The previous battles have made your name known, and in this battle, I will show all the kings of Britain who the chosen one is, thus clearing away other obstacles in the process of defeating Vortigern."

David was very serious, but he also clearly understood the necessity of this war. Unless those people were thoroughly beaten and subdued, they wouldn't understand their own limitations.

He has decided to use the bloodiest and cruelest methods to awaken the remaining kings who are still observing, so that they will understand what they should do in the coming era.

The First Legion will surely set an example with the blood and bones of these people, deeply shaking those who are still watching.

After this battle, Vortigern will probably be itching to fight back. Well, he'll have to face him anyway. David also knows he can't drag it out; the longer it drags on, the better Vortigern's preparations will become.

Currently, his troops are the best prepared and the largest in scale.

"You don't seem worried at all. Is the opponent not strong enough?" Artoria teased him, as if he had already seen the ending, as if even this situation was a minor one.

"It's not that they aren't strong enough, it's that you're too strong. I can't even imagine what it would be like to throw a humanoid dragon like you onto a human battlefield."

To be honest, I don't even know if you or I are stronger at full power; I have absolutely no idea how strong you are.

Davidian shook his head with a wry smile. Artoria hadn't necessarily been using her full strength yet, so Davidian couldn't judge her power.

But Artoria didn't seem to care much about that: "You actually care about who's stronger? I heard from Merlin that in a one-on-one duel, you won against that Knight of the Lake. I admit I couldn't have done that, so you're undoubtedly stronger than me."

Hearing her words, Davidian recalled that one-on-one match. Could that be considered a win? It was purely a risky move on his part, and Lancelot hadn't expected him to adopt that tactic, which is why he suffered a loss.

If they were to fight again now, he would probably be the one getting beaten up by Lancelot.

"Your Majesty, the supplies are ready. The troops have all assembled. When shall we set off?"

Merlin entered the military tent at this moment; he had finished all his tasks. So he came to inform Artoria and ask when they would depart.

Artoria immediately stood up. Now that preparations were complete, they could set off immediately. They were certain to win this war.

Chapter 62 First Legion

Bedivere, Kay, Davian, and Merlin stood behind Artoria. Watching their noble queen deliver her pre-battle pep talk and rallying cry, her inspiring presence was truly dazzling in their eyes—this was the demeanor of a queen.

She was both a brave and skilled general and an upright and incorruptible queen. No one was better than her; that was the consensus.

"Haha, she really has the skill, don't you think? Davidian."

Merlin smiled and struck up a conversation with David, who glanced at him after hearing his words. Then, silently, he took two steps away from him, moving further away from Merlin and closer to Bedivere.