Davidian's Holy Grail War

The entire tent smelled of the medicine applied to Davian's body. This was only because Merlin wasn't there; otherwise, if he had used his healing magic, Davian's injuries would probably have healed by now.

Previously, David slept on the floor, but this time, considering his injury, Winchenrib and the logistics personnel quickly put together a comfortable bed while David was receiving treatment at the doctor's, so that David could rest well after returning to his tent.

Fortunately, the accompanying doctor was highly skilled, and Winzenrib and his team were extremely careful, so now Davidian only needs to wait quietly for his wound to heal.

However, even the doctors dare not say when he will wake up. After all, everyone is different, and this injury was quite severe.

Artoria took a chair and sat down beside his bed, gently lifting a bit of the blanket covering David.

That's when she could see the bandages wrapped around his hands and waist. Seeing the bloodstains, she felt just as sorry for him.

"So you don't actually need to work so hard. You know that killing King Lothar will bring Gawain's revenge and Morgan's hatred, right? Why won't you let me do it? You could have just turned a blind eye to this."

Artoria understood David's thoughts. The king couldn't bear all the blame alone; she couldn't shoulder all the resentment and malice alone.

Her soft murmurs went unanswered by David Ann, who showed no signs of being conscious at all.

His consciousness was still in a state of confusion, and he had no idea when he would be able to return.

At this moment, Artoria saw the dark sword lying to the side. It was Winzenrib who brought back this holy sword of Davian in the end.

At that time, David was on the verge of losing consciousness due to his injuries and bleeding. By the time Winchenrib arrived at his side, he had already lost consciousness.

Artoria grabbed the hilt of the sword, the Dark Sword's intentions now unclear—whether malicious or benevolent.

It didn't show Artoria any future, neither her own nor Davian's; it didn't show Artoria anything.

Artoria felt a pang of regret; Merlin had told her that Davian's sword possessed the ability to foresee the future, but it was clear that the sword wasn't intended for her to see those futures.

She stayed by David's side without leaving, only leaving briefly when absolutely necessary. The rest of the time, she remained steadfastly by his side, waiting for the moment he would wake up.

Finally, on the night of the second day, David Ann woke up.

"Water...water..." he whispered, and Artoria immediately poured him a bowl of water.

She then sat down at the head of David's bed, gently helped him sit up, and fed him the bowl of water, carefully feeding him drop by drop.

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After drinking the bowl of water, Artoria made David lie down again.

He is still very weak and will probably need a long time to recover.

She now sincerely hopes there won't be any more major battles next year; she needs to let David Ann get some rest.

"My lord, have we won?" This was the first question David asked when he woke up. He had fallen into a coma too early and had no idea of ​​the final outcome of the war.

"Yes, we won. Including King Lothar, a total of twelve kings died in battle."

Therefore, Merlin also suggested building the twelve bronze statues in Camelot, and also building one for me.

He said I should stand at the very front, holding the sword, while the other kings stood behind me, holding candles. This was to commemorate our victory.

Artoria told Davidan about these things, and Davidan nodded.

However, he then suggested, "Just repair these bronze statues, but don't make them too big. Once they're about the right height, it'll be a waste of manpower and money."

Davidian knew that Artoria cared for the people, but this was, after all, a war in which they had defeated the North and established Britain's dominance. It would be a real shame not to make a small keepsake.

So Davidian didn't reject Merlin's suggestion, and that's settled.

"After this battle, we can finally rest for a while, right? We should also let the soldiers have some peace and quiet for a while, and let them go back to living the lives of ordinary people."

"Yes, it definitely can. Isn't that what we've been working so hard for?"

Chapter 99 Fate is Set

This battle solidified Artoria's dominant position throughout Britain.

When Kaiqing and the others in the rear received the intelligence from the front, they were also overjoyed by Artoria's victory.

However, not everyone felt joy; a few people were deeply distressed.

The one who felt most distressed was Gao Wen, who was now somewhat at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Davidian killed his father; that is an indisputable fact.

On the battlefield, witnessed by countless people, the two sides engaged in a sacred one-on-one duel.

However, since Davian killed King Loth despite his severe injuries, should he seek revenge against Davian?

But since they were all knights of the king, Davian did not resort to any underhanded tactics.

Gao Wen is now only acting out of personal grudge, without any other reason.

He summoned his two brothers and told them about his troubles.

Agguwen was still thinking; he needed a little more time to come up with a solution.

Gahoris was the first to draw a conclusion: "Brother, I don't think you should avenge our father."

This could damage the unity of the knights under our king's command and create a rift in the royal court, which is currently at a critical juncture.

Although I also want to avenge my father, considering the current situation, I don't think it's a good choice.

Known for his composure, Gahoris chose to suppress his desire to avenge his father, even though he did not actually hate Davidian.

After all, he understood that his father had become the biggest obstacle to the unification of Britain. Even if he lay low for the time being, he would definitely raise an army to rebel against King Arthur again as long as he found an opportunity.

David understood this, which is why he killed King Lothar in a one-on-one duel.

Aggregate said, “You can avenge your father, but not now. Gawain, you have more important things to do now. Your father is gone, and you are the heir of Orkney and Lothian.”

What you need to do now is not to avenge your father, but to hurry back to inherit the kingdom and stabilize the court. Don't forget your mother, and don't forget young Gareth.

His words were crucial, shifting Gao Wen's focus from avenging his father to his own responsibilities.

He was, after all, King Loth's eldest son, and his most crucial task now was to return to the Orkney court as soon as possible, exercise his right of succession, and become the ruler of Orkney and Lothian.

"If you really want to have a duel and exercise your right to revenge, you should at least wait until you stabilize everything in Orkney and Davidian's injuries are fully recovered."

You have something very important to do right now, don't you?

Moreover, forcing a fight against him now while he's severely injured would leave a bad reputation, even if we won.

Agguwen continued to use his words to convince Gawain of what he should do now.

What a joke! He wouldn't let his brother cause trouble for Artoria at this critical juncture; it would be too embarrassing.

Gao Wen nodded, thanked the two men, and then said:

"Thank you, my brothers. You have shown me what I should do and what I should do now. I will immediately send a letter to the King requesting to return to Orkney. As for the matter with David, we can discuss it later."

Agravan then added, “No, before you leave, you must proclaim to the world that you will wage a one-on-one duel against David for your father’s sake.”

However, you must say that the duel is postponed until next year due to David's injury. This will also benefit you in stabilizing the court when you return; you can't give them any ammunition to cause trouble.”

His words resonated with Gawain; he truly lived up to his reputation as an advisor in charge of domestic affairs at Arthur's court. In matters of politics, Gawain himself knew he was still inferior to Agravivan.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Gawain left. Only then did Gahoris breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew, thank goodness you stopped him, Agravivan. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop him now, and he would have been blinded by anger and grabbed the Sword of Victory to fight Lord David one-on-one without a second thought."

That would be a huge problem. You know he values ​​family and kinship very much; his father's death must have had a profound impact on him.

"How can we let him act so recklessly? This is a crucial juncture, the key to the king's dominance over Britain. As long as we stabilize the situation during this period, the rest will be no problem."

Alright, Gahoris, go back to your work. Camelot is still under construction; be careful it doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

Agguivin sent Gahoris back to work, since they both held important positions and it was already quite an achievement to have such a rare opportunity to meet.

After Gahoris left, Agravain shook his head helplessly. Even the seemingly thriving Round Table was, in essence, teetering on the brink of collapse.

They are currently holding on solely due to the King's powerful personal charisma, as well as the camaraderie between Davian and most of the knights, among other reasons.

If something truly major were to happen one day, who knows what kind of chaos would erupt around this round table.

That was all he could think for now, and he returned to his office to continue dealing with the unfinished official business.

Agravan is currently the busiest person in the entire Arthurian court, and to be honest, he's quite annoyed that Gawain summoned them.

He can't even finish his own things, and he still has to come over and comfort Gao Wen. It's so annoying.

Meanwhile, in the Orkney court, Morgan received a message from her maid in her private quarters: King Lothar was dead, and the Orkney court was now leaderless.

“Send a letter to Gawain and tell him to come back. Orkney is the result of King Loth’s hard work all this time, and we must not give it away.”

She had given the order, and the maid immediately carried it out. But what puzzled the maid was that, through the thin black veil, she seemed not to see a trace of sadness on Morgan's face.

After the maid left, Morgan let out a laugh like that of an owl. Her laughter was so terrifying and frightening, as if it were the kind of laugh that only a witch who had turned her back on the world would have.

After the laughter subsided, she couldn't help but murmur softly:

“Davian, Davidan, my Davidan… You said it yourself, that for the next few decades I can hate you and torment you, and you are willing to accept it all, because it is the price you pay for your choice.”

She then composed herself and slowly approached the cradle, in which was a girl.

The girl's name was Gareth, and she was sleeping peacefully in her cradle, completely unaware of what her mother would do with her.

"So just wait and see. In the years to come, that fatal blow will be delivered. When that blow pierces your heart, you will surely suffer immense pain."

Morgan gazed at Gareth's face, eagerly anticipating that moment in the future.

Chapter 100 White-Handed Isolde