Davidian's Holy Grail War

Sure enough, not long after, Gawain announced that he would challenge David to a one-on-one duel for his father's sake after David recovered from his injuries.

Meanwhile, he rode his beloved horse back to Orkney at top speed to stabilize the Orkney court and ensure that no one with ill intentions could harm his mother and young Gareth.

Davidian did not refuse this reasonable duel, and he also announced to the world that he would accept Gawain's one-on-one fight in the future.

At that time, whether he lives or dies, he will have no complaints.

When the group finally returned home, David finally met the person Tristan had asked him to meet.

It was a woman, and the first thing David noticed was her beautiful hands.

It's not that this woman wasn't beautiful; in fact, according to Davidian, she was undoubtedly a great beauty. But her beautiful hands were truly outstanding.

Even a divinely inspired artist would find it difficult to create such an outstanding work.

"Let me introduce you. This is my wife, her name is Isolde. I met her when I was wandering through Brittany."

But back then I was just a wandering knight, unable to marry her. So I waited until now to bring her to me.

Tristan approached Isolde and introduced David to his wife. They had known each other for a long time, but now Tristan was finally settled and could enjoy a happy life with his wife.

But David's brow twitched uncontrollably. This guy... Tristan was still the same as always.

Could he be treating this woman as a substitute for Isolde? If so, David won't let him off the hook.

“Come here, let’s talk for a bit.” David beckoned, gesturing for him to come to the other side to speak. Isolde was somewhat puzzled; did this dragon knight sense something was amiss?

After the two reached the other side and made sure Isolde couldn't hear their conversation, Davidian said:

"You rascal, you don't think this lady is a substitute for Isolde, do you? If that's the case, I won't let you off the hook. That's against the code of a knight."

After hearing his words, Tristan smiled and said, "I am very sad... I knew you would have such thoughts, but please rest assured."

It's not that I don't love the current Isolde; I do have feelings for her. That's beyond doubt. It's just that the original Isolde... let her remain buried in my heart.

Sometimes, unrequited love can haunt a person for a lifetime, can't it? - David Ann.

But we must look forward. We will encounter new feelings, new people, and then weave our own new lives. Don't be bound by the past, and neither should you.

Wow, that's quite poetic! But you still can't forget her, can you? Although she's not a substitute, this woman clearly doesn't have all your love yet.

David started mentally ranting, and Tristan even tried to comfort him, yet he hadn't completely let go of his own feelings and still wanted to lecture him.

"Never mind, I wish you all the best in your relationship. Have you had the wedding yet?"

Davidan couldn't say anything in the end. Tristan had feelings for the current Isolde, but not very strong ones. Hopefully, this wouldn't cause him trouble later.

"No, we plan to hold a wedding for her after Camelot's church is completed. Please be sure to attend."

Tristan is now beaming with joy; it seems that good things are finally starting to happen in his life.

With a lord to whom he could serve, a wife to whom he could entrust the rest of his life, and a group of loyal and brave friends, everything seemed better than ever before.

So the two of them walked back to Isolde's side, and seeing that they were both still smiling, Isolde had no doubts.

Instead, she smiled and invited David to their home for a chat.

After all, as Tristan's wife, she can cook for herself.

As a woman from Britain, she was even more eager to hear Davian's adventure stories, after all, the Dragon Knight's reputation was no less than that of the Sad Prince.

But Davidian still refused, not for any particular reason, but simply because he was injured and could only move around in his own military camp.

If he were really sent to Tristan's residence in the city... I'm afraid his wounds would burst open as soon as he got there.

Tristan was aware of David's situation, so when he heard David refuse, he showed a knowing expression.

He then left behind words of wishing David a speedy recovery before taking Isolde back to their residence in the city.

After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. The two of them had been separated for several months since Tristan went to the front lines and Isolde came to the unfinished Camelot.

David also realized this, so he still hoped to give them more time.

After Tristan left, Davidian, clutching his wound, slowly returned to his tent and lay down on his bed.

Ouch, it's been so long, and I still feel the injury. I definitely can't get so excited next time; getting excited always leads to trouble.

"Commander, I've brought you your lunch. Please enjoy it while it's hot!" Wincinrib brought over his lunch at that moment.

David didn't hesitate; after blowing on it to cool it down enough, he started putting it in his mouth. In the beginning, when he was seriously injured, he could only eat liquids, and he was so tired of eating porridge that he almost threw up.

I'm finally able to eat normal food again, but I don't know how long it will take for this injury to heal completely.

"Don't let your guard down during this period, even though there is indeed a period of peace in Britain right now."

However, the situation outside the island was still unknown, and those clans were not truly subservient to King Arthur. Therefore, the First Legion could not afford to relax.

Davidian remained vigilant about the external situation. The island was teeming with malicious individuals both inside and outside, and a single misstep could leave him with nothing but bones.

Wingin gave a wry smile before saying, "I understand. You should rest well for now."

I will take care of those things, such as the rotation of land for farming and the training of soldiers.

I haven't forgotten that the First Legion was to be the model legion among all of King Arthur's armies.

David smiled too. He and Winchenrib had known each other for several years, and a tacit understanding had long since developed. Since Winchenrib was still around, he could indeed take a good rest for a while.

These peaceful days lasted for a while, until one night, a violent tremor woke David Ann, who looked incredulously in the direction from which the earthquake originated.

What the hell is that place? How could there be such a tremor? How could there be such a massive magical impact?

He picked up the dark sword, sliced ​​through the dark space, and teleported directly to the epicenter, the place where magic was most concentrated.

But when he arrived, all he could see was a shattered castle, countless corpses, and a spear lying on the ground.

The spear had clearly just undergone something like the release of one's true name; the residual magic was so dense that it made people feel uncomfortable.

But that's to be expected, considering how badly this place has been destroyed.

Chapter 101 Percival

David walked over and easily picked up the gun.

David was surprised himself; he hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. He had thought the gun might resist him.

"That's the spear that pierced Jesus's chest, the Spear of Longinus. But since you already have it, I'll leave it to you for safekeeping. However, this spear is not truly meant for you, do you understand?"

Merlin's voice came from behind him. David had arrived before him, or perhaps Merlin only showed himself after David picked up the gun.

"I know, I know."

David responded casually, "If it's not his, it's not his. Anyway, he has the Dark Sword; whether he has this gun or not doesn't matter. Even temporary safekeeping is better than it falling into other people's hands and being used."

"Ah~ then I won't say anything more. Just focus on recovering, David. There's a lot more trouble to come."

Merlin disappeared after saying that, and David returned to his camp with the spear.

The days that followed were peaceful as always, and David's injuries were finally almost healed, allowing him to wield his sword again.

However, I should rest for a while longer, and by then my injuries should be fully healed.

Lancelot, who was in charge of trade between the two sides, also returned to the court. Thanks to him, a new batch of food and daily necessities once again greatly alleviated Britain's current troubles.

After he returned, he had a good drink with everyone, and then expressed his concern about the duel between David and Gawain.

"Are we really going to fight Gao Wenqing? David, it's very dangerous. And either of you falling will be a loss to our king."

Lancelot knew it would be difficult, but he still tried his best to stop the two of them from fighting.

"Go ahead and fight. After all, I killed his father with my own hands, so isn't it normal for me to bear his wrath? I'm not the kind of person who would dare to do something but not take responsibility for it."

David smiled; he was quite relaxed about dueling with Gawain.

After all, if you really don't want this kind of thing to happen, you might as well not have killed King Loth in the first place, then there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Lancelot knew he couldn't stop them, so he could only let them go.

After all, this matter is very reasonable, too reasonable.

It was a reasonable way to prevent others from interfering, so even our king didn't say anything.

Today, a young man visited his camp. He volunteered, saying he wanted to join the army. Vincenrib was stunned, and he couldn't help but say:

“Young man, if you want to join the army, you should go to the recruitment office, not here. The First Legion doesn’t have the habit of recruiting directly. Usually, Lord Bedivere will complete the recruitment and corresponding training, and then the First Legion will go there to receive the new recruits.”

"No, that might mean I'd be assigned to someone else's unit. Although serving under Lord Lancelot or Lord Gawain's personal guard would be fine too."

But I still want to join the First Legion directly; my destiny tells me that something is waiting for me here.

The white-haired young man smiled, a very hearty smile. Wingin Rib considered himself to have seen countless people, but seeing this young man before him, he realized he hadn't seen enough.

Despite being very young, he felt that the young man in front of him was very mature and composed.

His tall stature did not intimidate others, simply because he wore a friendly smile that made anyone feel at ease.

Vincenrib should not have refused to let someone like him join the First Legion.

But now he still chose to call Davidian over and let the legion commander decide the matter.

After all, the First Legion has never had a precedent of accepting members on its own. Even with such outstanding talent, it depends on whether David, as the legion commander, is willing to accept him.

When David arrived, he too saw this truly outstanding man. David smiled and couldn't help but say:

“Those who follow the righteous path receive much help, while those who stray from it receive little. With someone willing to fight for my king, how can I refuse you? Please come in. Although this is a military camp, please come into my tent and have a good talk with me.”

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer." The man smiled and walked over, entering his own tent under the guidance of David.