Davidian's Holy Grail War

Wincenrib chose to leave, as there was nothing he could do there anyway. This young man posed no threat to Davian's safety; the rest depended on what Davian and he would say to each other.

Once the two were seated, the young man spoke first:

"Greetings, Dragon Knight, Lord Davidian Sleirick, Commander of the First Legion. My name is Percival, and I have come here guided by destiny and my own heart. I wish to join the First Legion and serve King Arthur."

"Percival? What a nice name. I never expected to have such an excellent knight join us today. I feel extremely honored."

But there's no need to use honorifics; I've already told Wincenrib and the others. Just call me "you"; using formal terms like "you, sir" is too polite.

Davidian didn't really like these people using all those "you, you, you" formalities. It made him feel distant. They were clearly friends who had fought together, but this made them seem so different.

"No, people use honorifics towards you not for any other reason, but simply because they respect your achievements and admire your character. You just need to accept this."

Percival smiled and spoke his mind. In his eyes, everyone used honorifics because they respected David's character.

"Alright, alright, I won't give you candy even if you praise me." David smiled, then took a long, white cloth-wrapped object from a shelf and placed it on the table.

In front of Percival, he began to remove the layers of cloth wrapped around the object, and when Percival saw it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This was a beautiful holy lance, a weapon whose power could be understood simply by feeling it. When Percival saw this holy lance, he felt a sense of connection.

It was as if the spear before him was calling to him, as if this holy spear was prepared for him, and he was so captivated by it that he couldn't help but stare at it.

"As expected, the Spear of Longinus was waiting for you. It flickered inexplicably just now, and I was wondering what was going on."

When Vincenzo came to me and said that someone had joined the army following some kind of destiny, I understood. From now on, you can use this holy lance.”

When David saw this, he knew that his guess was correct; the young man in front of him was indeed the one chosen by the Holy Lance.

"Is it really possible? To hand over to me the holy spear that pierced Jesus's chest?"

Percival was also somewhat incredulous. He believed in fate and his own inner thoughts to have come here, thinking he would only be able to use his skills. But he had only just arrived and had already been entrusted with such an important weapon.

Chapter 102 The President is Tall

David shrugged at his words, giving him a helpless look: "I could wield this Holy Lance and unleash some of its power, too."

However, my compatibility with this gun is really just so-so, you know? I can use it, but I can't fully utilize its potential.

Then I might as well give this Holy Lance to the right person, and you are the perfect fit. This Holy Lance is very satisfied with someone like you, do you understand?

Percival listened to his words and nodded solemnly. He picked up the holy lance and stood up:

"The unworthy knight, Percival, will henceforth dedicate himself to the First Legion and fight to the last for King Arthur."

“That’s good. It just so happens that Vincenrib’s responsibilities are too heavy. From now on, you will be the camp commander of the First Legion and hand over the reins to Vincenrib. He will understand what I mean.”

Davidian also placed his complete trust in Percival without hesitation, entrusting him with important responsibilities.

"Is this really possible? I've only just arrived and haven't earned any battle merits yet. Are you really going to entrust me with such an important task?"

Percival was even more astonished. He had suddenly risen from an ordinary knight to the wielder of the Holy Lance and the camp commander of the strongest legion in Britain. This was something he had never dared to imagine before.

Davidian simply shook his head, reaching out to try and touch his shoulder.

"Don't betray my trust. As for military achievements, does the wielder of the Holy Lance have anything to fear about not being able to make a name for himself? Alright, go find Winchenrib."

After you've handed everything over to him, figure out what you're supposed to do and get it all done.

"Yes! I will definitely not let you down!" Percival said happily and ran out, while David looked at his hands.

Damn it... these guys are all so tall. He originally thought Lancelot was tall enough, but the newcomer Percival is even taller.

If things continue like this, won't the three dwarfs at the Round Table always be Gawain, and what about Artoria and him? This is only because Artoria can't grow anymore after she pulled out the Sword of Choice.

He then put that little bit of resentment aside and prepared to go to the city to handle government affairs with Agguiwen.

He sliced ​​through the dark space with his sword, then passed through it and arrived directly at Agguwen's office, where the people working there didn't even look up.

David went to his familiar spot to get on with his tasks for the day; he was already used to it anyway.

By the time everything was finished, the sun had set and the moon had risen again. David stood up and stretched.

Sure enough, time flies when you're doing something like this. It's been almost a year since the decisive battle with the kings of the north. Time really does fly.

"It's almost time, Agraven. Shall we go have dinner together?"

Davidian invited Agraven to dinner, since things were almost finished. It would be nice to have dinner together, and he could also ask Agraven if he had any troubles lately.

"No, I have other things to do. Please go ahead, or you can dine with the King; I'm sure he will be pleased."

Agravan actually rejected him outright, and David's mouth opened slightly, unsure of what to say.

Agravan wasn't a bad person, but he always overworked. He was afraid that one day Agravan wouldn't collapse on the battlefield, but from overwork at his desk.

In the end, he didn't say anything and could only go find Artoria himself.

There's no way around it; eating alone is always rather uninspiring. Occasionally, I have to eat with my colleagues and the king I serve.

When he arrived at Artoria's temporary residence, he found that she was indeed eating. However, she was eating very slowly, savoring the dishes in front of her bit by bit.

David remembered that when Lancelot finished handling the trade, he also invited a group of French chefs to come back with him.

She ate with an expression of enjoyment, completely unaware that David had pushed open the door and come in.

Davidian couldn't help but smile at this point. Although she was a queen, her life was indeed not much better than that of the other officials.

The dire situation in Britain forced her to practice frugality and integrity, and her standard of living was indeed much lower than that of other kings.

David went back to the kitchen and cooked some food himself.

Before he traveled to Britain, he had already learned to do many household chores under the influence of his parents.

After arriving in Britain, I had a long period of adventures and did what I was supposed to do. Although my skills are certainly not up to par with French chefs, I'm still pretty good.

"Hey, David, when did you get here?" Artoria finally noticed David when he stepped into the room where Artoria was dining again.

Then, with a smile, Davidian presented the dish he had prepared to Artoria, gesturing for her to try it.

"So you can cook, Davidian?" Artoria was somewhat surprised.

From her perspective, most of her knights were utterly incompetent in this regard; they were content with just being able to process food into something edible.

Judging from this, Davidian is clearly not one of the majority; on the contrary, his dishes look quite appealing.

She took a bite, then her eyes widened. She hadn't expected it to not only look good, but also taste so good. At least, this was a flavor Gawain could never have made; all he knew how to do was mash potatoes.

David also picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, dipped it in the stew, and ate it bite by bite.

The emperor and his minister enjoyed the pleasant dinner in comfort, which gave them ample time to observe what was to come.

David felt something was off, and he couldn't help but say, "Artoria, could you please stand up and take a look? I feel like something's wrong."

Although Artoria was puzzled, she still granted Davian's request.

She stood up, and then Davidian stood up too, and now he realized something was wrong. Artoria—she had grown taller!

"Really? Wasn't it said that once the Holy Sword was pulled out, I wouldn't grow any taller? How come I suddenly grew taller?"

David was dumbfounded. Had he actually grown taller?

"Oh, I haven't told you about this yet. I only found out about it recently, hehehe!"

Artoria proudly puffed out her chest, her face full of smugness. "Merlin told me, because I chose the Holy Lance as my main weapon."

So the immense magical power of the Holy Lance broke through the protection of the Sword of Choice, and my body will grow to its optimal state before it stops!

Heh heh, now I'm not the shortest knight anymore! Maybe I'll even grow taller than you, Davidian~"

She even drew out the syllables when she pronounced David's name, looking very happy.

David also looked shocked, as if he had no idea such a thing could happen.

So the Holy Lance can actually make people taller? Damn it, now I'm really going to be the shortest person at the round table.

Chapter 103 Gawain's Return

This rather regrettable thought lingered in his mind for a full thirty seconds before David burying it in the trash.

He decided to talk about the young man Percival who had come to join the army today. After all, he was chosen by the Holy Lance and could be considered another powerful general under Artoria's command.

"The chosen one of the Spear of Longinus? I thought you would keep using that spear forever, but I didn't expect that a true chosen one would appear after such a short time?"

Artoria hadn't expected that the gun would find a chosen one so quickly. She had thought that someone chosen by something like this wouldn't appear so easily.

David tilted his head, not particularly concerned about the situation. After all, fate is unpredictable; who knows when strange things might happen?

"By the way, Merlin told me that Balin and Balan are dead. It's a pity, but Britain has lost two excellent knights."

Artoria also told Davian about this, and Davian would also know about those two people. Those were the two who captured King Lyons and King Naro, and now those two are actually dead?

"Were you outmaneuvered? To kill a knight like that head-on, only someone of Lord Lancelot's caliber would have a chance."

Davidian could easily guess what had happened to the two brothers after a little thought, but oh well, they hadn't served under the king, so let it be.

Artoria nodded, then relayed the specific details Merlin had mentioned to David. David could only shake his head in resignation after hearing this.

Brave warriors are often less cunning than cunning warriors. That's just how God is fair: those who are good at cunning are less effective in combat, while those who are strong in combat are less cunning.

"Speaking of which, your duel with Gawain is coming soon, isn't it? He's already returning to Camelot."

When Artoria brought this up, David nodded. He wasn't opposed to it; everyone he knew knew he was quite open-minded about it.

"How about I step in and suppress this matter? I really don't want to see the two of you dueling."