Davidian's Holy Grail War

Davidian was a little flustered; this was typical of someone who dealt with men so much. He wasn't some bastard like Merlin, who was adept at handling any woman.

"If you don't know what to say, why not tell me about your travels in Britain? My life at court was quite dull, and I had no idea what the outside world was like."

I've heard you've vanquished giants, dragons, and even demons; I'd like to hear your stories.

Guinevere smiled and helped David vent his unease. Her laughter was so pleasant to David that it eased his anxiety considerably.

“Okay, sure.” David began to tell stories of his adventures, of slaying giants, defeating dragons, and vanquishing evil fairies that threatened people’s lives.

He slowly recounted these events to Guinevere, and Guinevere couldn't help but ask him questions about things she didn't understand or knew.

David Ann patiently answered all his questions, and Guinevere would easily laugh when she heard something interesting. Her laughter was like sunshine.

At that moment, Guinevere suddenly asked, "David, I think I've suddenly realized something about you that's different from those knights."

You say you've done so much, but ultimately, you weren't fighting for yourself. For the people, for the king you acknowledge, you always fought for others.

But have you ever fought for yourself? Have you ever thought about doing something for yourself?

David was speechless at Guinevere's question, and his expression suddenly turned dejected.

It seemed that Guinevere had touched on something painful, but he still spoke about it afterward:

"There was a time when I thought I'd just follow my heart and do things based on my feelings. In the end, I swallowed the bitter pill of acting on my whims. I'm pretty unlucky in this respect."

His forlorn expression was deeply etched into Guinevere's mind. She couldn't help but laugh at that moment, and David couldn't help but look at her. He wasn't angry, just curious why Guinevere was laughing; it wasn't something funny, was it?

After Guinevere finished laughing, David asked, "What's wrong? I don't think it's funny."

"No, I just felt a sense of relief. It turns out you're not perfect after all. I had only heard those legends before, so I always felt that you were too perfect."

Perfect people seem inhuman, but hearing about your worries makes me realize you're a real person with flesh and blood. Suddenly, you feel so much closer to us.

Guinevere explained why she was laughing. She wasn't mocking David, but genuinely felt that this was wonderful; it made him seem like a real person, not the perfect knight people imagined.

David laughed when he heard her words. He said, "What perfect knight? I'm just an ordinary person with power. I make mistakes, I have my own troubles, and I have things I desire but cannot have."

"He doesn't crave wealth, nor does he eliminate monsters for personal fame, nor does he join the army to fight until now because he desires power. He is already a perfect knight."

I used to think you were truly standing up for justice and fairness, but that seemed too fantastical, too fairytale-like. Now I know what you're fighting for, and that makes you seem like a real person.

Guinevere smiled; people of similar age can easily overcome the awkwardness between each other through language.

"Those things are too vulgar; it's really pointless to fight for them."

Although people should be realistic, unfortunately I can get along well everywhere, so those things are meaningless to me.

I fight for King Arthur, for his ideals, for his wishes, and I will fight to the very last moment.

David chuckled and explained the reasons, then stood up, saying that after chatting for so long, it was time to send Guinevere home.

He bowed and said earnestly to Guinevere, "Very well, Guinevere, daughter of King Rodgerns, renowned for her purity, please allow me—the dragon knight Davidian—to escort you back to the palace."

It's almost evening, and I can't let you stay overnight in the barracks. It would be bad for your reputation and also have a negative impact on me."

Guinevere also stood up, slightly lifting the hem of her skirt to curtsy, and replied, "Then I'll trouble you, Knight Davidian. I'm sure you'll protect me."

"Just leave it to me without any worries."

Chapter 76 David's Reflections

But David and his First Legion had only rested for one night when King Lyons and his vanguard were already at the city gates. David frowned as he looked at King Lyons' army, which was beginning to set up camp in the distance.

They're really fast; this is going to cause some trouble.

"It seems the enemy is riding high on their victory and coming very quickly. What should we do? Should we fight them first to test their strength?"

Tristan stood beside Davian; in Artoria's absence, the two of them were the decision-makers and commanders on the front lines. If Davian wanted to attack, no one could stop him.

"Yes, I do have that plan. My king's messenger has come and said that my king will not be able to arrive at the battlefield until the day after tomorrow. So why don't we launch an attack tomorrow and see just how capable King Liens's army is?"

Go and inform King Rodgerns to prepare his army and join us in battle. I don't expect them to fight a tough battle; if the situation develops as I desire, a victory shouldn't be a problem.

Davidian certainly had his own ideas; he felt that his demands were already very low.

Honestly, he didn't expect his army, which had suffered two defeats in two battles, to be able to fight any tough battles. But if he could win, they could pick up the scraps and gain some merit, right?

Meanwhile, King Liens was also observing the camp set up just below the city. The camp was well-fortified, with visible sentries well-positioned, and presumably hidden sentries as well.

If I were to force my way through this thing, I'd probably break my teeth.

"Whose army could that be? Such a magnificent presence and well-organized camp are not the work of that old geezer, King Rodgerns."

King Liens asked his attendants for their opinions.

"Your Majesty, Arthur, who defeated the Ten Kings' Alliance last year, has a very famous general, the Dragon Knight David. It should be his legion that has arrived."

One of the servants recognized David's banner—the banner of a wicked dragon with a sword on its head. Without a doubt, King Arthur's First Legion had arrived.

King Liens' heart skipped a beat. Could it really be true? That brat Arthur actually went to the trouble of sending people here to provide support? Could it be that King Arthur himself came?

He can prepare to slip away this time. He only brought this many people. If he really goes head-to-head with Arthur, he'll probably get his head chopped off and used as a drinking vessel.

"Wouldn't this be considered a case of 'hitting the old man and incurring the wrath of the younger one'? King Arthur actually agreed to come and rescue that old bastard King Rodgerns."

King Leons was also in a bind. He had gotten himself into trouble he shouldn't have, and he wasn't ready to go to war with King Arthur at this stage.

One of his attendants suggested, "Your Majesty, why don't we just leave like this? King Rodgerns is indeed not a problem, but that Arthur is a real headache."

Ever since he raised the banner of unifying all of Britain, he's been incredibly eccentric; he's never lost a battle.

King Leons was also aware that this King Arthur was indeed very strange.

How can there be such an invincible war god? He always manages to defeat the enemy with a numerical advantage, even when outnumbered by several times.

He really doesn't want to run into this weirdo at all.

But since he was already here, it would be too shameful to retreat without a fight. He already had a plan in mind: he would fight again tomorrow.

If we can capitalize on this momentum and win, we'll have plenty of options, whether to continue fighting or retreat. As for losing... that's even simpler: the army can march out and be wiped out.

At this time, Tristan and Davian also arrived at the palace to meet King Rodgerens, who, of course, would not refuse their request. After all, they were asking for support, and it would be truly impolite of him not to offer any assistance.

Moreover, Davidian did not force his men to lead the charge; they had already taken on the most difficult task of the assault.

"Then I wish the Legion Commander a resounding victory." Guinevere smiled and wished David the best of luck in securing the win. She had already decided to personally watch the battle from the city walls the next day.

"Thanks for your kind words, but I have a feeling we won't lose." Davidian smiled and left the palace with Tristan. He was extremely confident that they would not lose.

Upon returning to the camp, he immediately instructed Wincenrib to arrange for someone to convey the battle report and his decision to King Arthur. Although a general in the field may not always obey the king's orders, he still needed to inform the king of his own plans.

“Yes, I’ll take care of it right away.” Wingin Rib immediately went to find the brothers in the Tenth Reconnaissance Group to relay David’s message to King Arthur, who was still on his way.

Tristan, standing beside David, suddenly smiled and said to David:

"I have a feeling that Your Majesty may have made a wasted trip this time. You knew from the beginning that you were going to win, didn't you? You just wanted to find Your Majesty a beautiful wife."

"I can't hide it from you. I knew from the very beginning that our army plus King Rodgerns's forces would be enough."

After all, the goal is simply to win, not to kill King Liens and his men.

"As long as we demonstrate sufficient strength along the way, King Liens will back down, after all, he has already gained enough advantage."

David chuckled. Tristan was indeed a smart man; he could see right through it.

However, he then sighed and revealed a deeper reason:

"However, I actually have another reason. That is, with our current military strength, if we were to face Vottigan's troops, even if we could win, it would probably be a Pyrrhic victory for us."

Soldiers are human too, and I know that it's impossible to leave the battlefield 100% alive. But it's always better to be prepared.

Not to mention, once Vortigern is defeated by us, those ambitious fellows will probably be unable to contain themselves.

Hearing his words, Tristan was deeply moved.

Indeed, with Vortigern there, the kings dared not use their armies too openly, out of fear of Vortigern and the Saxons who had crossed the sea.

Once King Arthur defeats Vortigern, his biggest problem, then the other kings will probably have to prepare to take action.

After all, they were capable of expelling foreign tribes; during King Euthyne's time, they were able to keep the Saxons out of British territory.

"I was thinking too simply, David. You really do have a longer-term vision."

Tristan felt somewhat helpless. That's how the struggle for power is; everyone will fight tooth and nail for it, even at the cost of their lives.

David then brought up another person: "It's nothing, just like Gawain's father, King Roth. Believe it or not, we'll inevitably have to fight him someday. Whenever I think about these things, I can't help but feel sorry for Gawain."

He may be simple-minded, but he's not stupid. He's probably well aware of the princes' desire to reap the benefits. I fear that when the time comes, he'll be caught in the middle and won't be able to control himself.”

Chapter 77 Wyvern Stewed by the Gaze

As the morning sun shone on the earth, King Liens' army marched out of the camp.

The combined forces of the First Legion and King Rodgerns also emerged from their camp, and the two sides confronted each other on the battlefield.

Davidian wouldn't mind exchanging a few pleasantries with his opponent before the battle, but he was also quite willing to take direct action.

"Rodgren, you old bastard, you actually managed to bring in reinforcements of this caliber."

King Leons couldn't help but mutter this curse under his breath when he saw David in the First Legion.

The Holy Sword Messenger is unlucky to have run into such an opponent. It seems he's not going to get away with this today; he'd better think about how to appease his subordinates later.

His soldiers then launched a direct charge, and Winchenrib immediately shouted, "Seventh and eighth companies, charge with shields and spears! Archers, rain down arrows!"