Davidian's Holy Grail War

The others exchanged glances and then smiled knowingly. Tristan then carried David on his back.

Lancelot and Gawain picked up the three holy swords from the ground, then, supporting each other, followed behind their king. Led by Artoria, the group headed out of the city. Now, it was time to celebrate their victory.

It really went more smoothly than I expected.

Merlin smiled as he greeted the four people emerging from the city. He had expected the battle to last for hours, but they had suppressed Vortigern so easily.

When David woke up, it was already noon the next day.

He sat up and stretched, and could hear the bustling noise outside.

He then smiled and walked out of his tent into the camp, clearly the celebratory atmosphere was not over yet.

All the soldiers were excited, and David could feel their joy.

"Commander, you're awake!" The soldiers of the First Legion shouted happily when they saw the conscious David.

Although we missed last night's celebration, it's not too late now.

Davidian nodded, then took the wine and meat offered to him and began to eat heartily. As he ate, he walked toward the king's tent, where the king and Merlin were already inside.

"Are you awake, David? Yesterday's battle must have been tough for you. Did you rest well?" Artoria smiled at him as he walked in.

David nodded; he wasn't sure how long he'd slept either. He'd certainly slept very well, but he felt it wasn't time to rest yet.

News of their annihilation of Vortigern must have already spread, and the kings will probably swarm towards them like sharks smelling blood.

Artoria could tell what he was thinking from his expression. She gestured for David to sit down, and Merlin handed him a towel. David took it and wiped his face and hands to clear his head.

"The news of yesterday's victory has probably spread throughout Britain by now. I'm sure the kings will all take action, but that's something to consider in the future."

Our current consideration is to accept those who might come to us for help, and then transfer those who were willing to move from Karien City to us.

After all, Londinium, as the central hub of Britain, would be the preferred choice for our capital. The chalk city of Camelot would be rebuilt on the ruins of Londinium.

This was a decision, not a discussion. But neither Davidian nor Merlin would deny it; on the contrary, they would say it was the most appropriate thing to do.

Since they achieved victory by stepping over the corpses of Vortigern, it makes sense that the city of Cretaceous was built on the ruins of Lentinium.

Artoria wanted to ask David's opinion, so she asked him:

“David, who do you think should be in charge of the overall relocation? It’s not a simple distance from Carion to Lentinium.”

"Let Lord Bedivere and Lord Tristan come; the two of them will be the best complements."

Although this is somewhat unfair to Lord Bedivere, I personally feel it is the most appropriate method.

"Betty's attentiveness and Tristan's tenderness will ensure everything goes smoothly."

Davidian easily came up with this combination. After all, while it was possible for Gawain or Lancelot to do this, their personalities were not well-suited.

Artoria smiled and nodded; Davian's thoughts coincided with hers. Then she asked, "So, what are your thoughts on the other matters concerning the kings?"

"I think it would be best to wait until Secretary Agguiwen arrives and let him take charge of the reconstruction of Lentinium."

It would be best for Keqing to stay in Carion City for the time being and come over when the relocation work is almost complete.

"Let Gahoris stay there for now. After all, the relocation work could easily be exploited by malicious individuals, and maintaining order is crucial."

Davidian pondered for a moment before giving his answer. He felt that the current task allocation was sufficient.

Then he suddenly remembered something and quickly asked:

"My king, have you inspected the warehouses of Lentinium? Are there any reserves left? It would be best if the food reserves were sufficient."

If there were sufficient funds, Lord Lancelot could also be asked to return to France to oversee the grain trade.

Our next task will require a large workforce; we can't afford to leave people hungry or unable to work.

"Don't worry, that's all taken care of. But there's not a single resident left in the city. David, you know why, right?"

Artoria looked at Davidian. She already had a general idea in her mind, but she still wanted to confirm it again.

"Yes, they were all eaten by Vortigern. He sacrificed all the inhabitants to fight you."

Chapter 90 But there will always be people who want to see the present.

Davidian told her the truth, knowing that Artoria would accept it. Though it was frustrating, it was reality.

Artoria sighed; she hadn't expected Vortigern to be so cruel.

But since it's already happened, there's nothing that can be done. The past is the past, and they can't be undone. Now, all we can do is focus on the present and think about the future.

Yesterday's battle also had an impact on Davian, but not because of Vortigern's cruelty, but because of the future of this island.

Vortigern knew this too, but he made a completely different choice from Artoria; he chose to go alone into the dark and profound future.

So they defeated Vortigern, determined not to let that future befall Britain.

For the future that Artoria desired, a future shared with all people, they eliminated Vortigern, sweeping him into the dustbin of history, though at a great cost.

"How are the battle losses from yesterday?"

David asked the same question again, and finally Vortigern transformed into a dragon and wreaked havoc on the entire battlefield. Many soldiers had not yet managed to evacuate from Lentinium, and Vortigern devoured them along with their corpses.

"Eight thousand seven hundred and twelve died in battle, one thousand five hundred and sixty were lightly wounded, and seven hundred and eighteen were seriously wounded and had to be discharged."

Merlin quickly reported the battle losses, and the number was truly shocking. David placed his hand on his heart; his heart nearly stopped when he heard the number.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

He then asked, "And what about the First Legion?"

"I am very sorry, the First Legion, which was the vanguard that entered Lentinium, suffered the greatest losses. 2,323 people were killed, 357 were lightly wounded, and 451 were seriously wounded and discharged."

The numbers Merlin reported made David's vision go black; he had truly suffered cardiac arrest.

Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, leaving Merlin completely dumbfounded.

You didn't shed a single tear when you broke up with Morgan, so why are you crying your eyes out now? What's going on?

David's tears fell onto the table. The last time he cried was for Artoria, and now it was for his fallen comrades.

He has fought so many battles, and he has never suffered such a great loss.

He still clearly remembers when he arrived at the city of Lentinium, Vincenrib reported to him that the First Legion had 5,513 soldiers available for battle.

Now look what's happened. After this battle, only less than three thousand remnants remain; their entire organization has been nearly decimated.

"Let me calm down, let me calm down... I'm fine, I'm fine."

David waved to indicate that he was alright. Although he couldn't stop crying, it was his own business.

Artoria sighed; she had imagined this scene ever since she learned of the battle damage.

Davidian wasn't the kind of person who was cold-blooded and ruthless; on the contrary, he was more passionate than anyone else.

Artoria would find it strange if his own legion, which had been ravaged by his brothers who had shared life and death with him, could remain completely unfazed.

"Cry, everyone needs to vent. I understand, David."

Artoria stood up and walked behind Davian. She pulled his head into her arms from behind, accepting the weeping Davian like a loving father.

"I'm sorry I showed you my vulnerable side." David was still a bit stubborn at this point, insisting on saying this to himself.

"It's okay. Wasn't it the same when you first met me? It's okay, cry if you want to. Just as you supported me, I will also be understanding towards you."

Her understanding brought an awkward smile to David's face; after all, he was crying, and it didn't look good at all.

But the fact that he can laugh means that at least his mood has improved a lot.

Merlin felt he shouldn't be there; in this atmosphere, he seemed like a third wheel.

But let's leave it at that for now. After all, if he were to move now, that would truly ruin the atmosphere.

[Seriously, has Davidian really changed his gender? Did he start liking men after being dumped by Morgan? There's nothing wrong with my magic; in his mind, Artoria should still be male.]

However, he also secretly grumbled to himself, since Merlin was the kind of person who loved to watch the drama unfold.

While they were discussing these matters, almost all the princes of Britain received the news.

King Lothar took a breath. He hadn’t expected that kid to shovel Vortigern into the garbage heap so easily. Even with Gawain’s help, it was too easy.

“However, this would be our opportunity. Morgan, could you call Gawain back?”

King Lothar consulted Morgan and concluded that the best time to seize power was now, when King Arthur's army was at its weakest. Although their morale had soared after defeating Vortigern, their military strength had been severely weakened.

Morgan, her face veiled in black, shook her head and said softly, "You know Gawain's character. The most likely outcome is that he won't go to the battlefield and won't come back. It's impossible for him to fight King Arthur for you right now."

King Lothar nodded; that made sense. The same applied to Gahoris; Agraven wasn't suited for the battlefield. He'd probably continue managing the government affairs for that kid, but that was fine; as long as this was a success, the rest wouldn't be a problem.

"Didn't that kid drive out Liens for that old bastard Rodgerens? Recently, Liens has been gaining fame in the north, defeating several guys and conquering many areas."

He's probably full of resentment towards King Arthur right now, so let's form an alliance with him and let him clash with King Arthur.

King Lothar seems to have his own ideas. There's no need to rush things now; it would be better to weaken King Arthur further.

Morgan smiled; she wasn't particularly concerned about King Roth's scheme.

She also knew that King Lothar was very worried about Artoria and David's personal martial prowess, not to mention the Knights of the Lake from France.

With these superhuman figures around, defeating them head-on would indeed be very troublesome. Therefore, using various wars to continuously weaken King Arthur, and then finding a way to defeat him in one decisive battle, is the right choice.

"By the way, you shouldn't overwork yourself with the Magic lately. You just gave birth to Gareth, and I don't want you to work too hard."

King Lothar also advised Morgan to rest well recently, after all, they had just given birth to their fourth child and the entire Orkney court was still in the afterglow of joy. He also planned to find an opportunity to tell Gawain and his two brothers about it.