Davidian's Holy Grail War

As the Minister of the Interior, Agravan was one of the few people who were very clear that Britain was on the verge of death. If they really followed David's idea, the war would probably burn the entire country to ashes.

Neither of them spoke after that, and their conversation ended in silence.

After that, David returned to his military camp, and continued his normal busy schedule in the days that followed.

Tristan and Bedivere also returned to Camelot, where they handed over the southern garrison to the local lords and then immediately went back.

After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event for our king, and they should return as quickly as possible and make preparations in advance.

Davidian personally greeted the two of them and hosted a welcome dinner for them, while also thanking them for their contributions to King Arthur.

Bedivere was in a much better mood than before, at least able to accept David's praise.

"Don't always look so gloomy. You have qualities that other knights don't have, and you must have a reason for being under our king's command. Bedivere."

Davidian reassured Bedivere that although he was not known for his strength, his presence was undoubtedly crucial.

Bedivere was puzzled. He had this, but the other knights didn't. What was it?

Tristan smiled. He could more or less understand what Davidian meant, but he didn't say it aloud, as it wasn't his place to say it.

"However, those words should not be spoken by me. Let my king tell you then. Bedivere, stand tall and proud. You are an excellent knight no less than mine."

Davidian smiled and raised his glass to him, and Bedivere quickly returned the gesture.

"This is truly... I am far inferior to you, even though I joined the King's ranks at the same time as you. But now, the merits you have achieved far surpass mine."

Bedivere still felt that Davidian was far superior to him; he was no knight of Davidian's caliber.

"Bedewell, I consider you a friend, so there's no need for such formality. I truly believe that a knight like you is invaluable to our king. Come, let us work together for King Arthur's future."

As Davidian spoke, the three raised their glasses and drank together. Tristan and Bedivere both believed that things would get better.

In the days that followed, Bedivere resumed his previous work, taking on the training and assignment of new recruits. David's workload eased somewhat again, and at the same time, something truly good happened.

Camelot was finally completed, and the chalk city was finished before the King's return.

All that's left is to wait for our king's return. Although our king's holy sword is currently maintaining the city's condition, Davidian still hopes that our king can see the Chalk City, which they worked so hard to build, as soon as possible.

Merlin decided to use the Holy Sword to sustain the city as its power source and the Round Table to anchor the castle.

Shortly after the completion of Camelot, Merlin immediately placed the Round Table, symbolizing the thirteen knights of the future, into the Hall of the Round Table.

Although David had learned from Merlin beforehand that there was no place for him among the thirteen seats, David did not feel any regret.

“I’m sorry, David. There’s no place for you at this round table. After all, you weren’t here when I was reforging this Mystic Code, so I didn’t include you.”

Merlin explained this to David when he started moving the Round Table to the Round Table Hall. He knew David wouldn't hold a grudge over this, but he still wanted to explain.

When this round table appeared in the Round Table Hall, although it seemed somewhat forlorn, Davidian still gave his own answer:

"If I could trade my seat for a better future, I would rather not have that seat. Unfortunately, I know that's impossible."

At the same time, Davidian saw the magical costume embedded in the center of the round table, and Davidian was at a loss for words.

Merlin is such a lazy bum. He just embedded that Mystic Code into this round table, didn't he?

However, having heard that this magical costume symbolizes the bonds that heroes once proved and declared, Davidian thinks it looks a lot like a shield. Maybe some knight will use it as an armor in the future?

"Are you thinking about something strange?" Merlin couldn't help but ask, looking at David's expression.

"No, not at all. I feel that what I was thinking was just interesting, but it's far from being impolite."

Just as David and Merlin were chatting idly, Agravure arrived. He reported to David, "Lord David, the man is back and is almost at the gates of Camelot."

The man Agraven was referring to was Lancelot. Perhaps due to personality clashes, Agraven and Lancelot could never get along.

David sometimes tried to mediate their conflicts, but in the end he gave up.

After all, these two had even fought together against the Danish king's coalition forces, but they returned to find themselves in the same situation.

Little did he know that during that time Agravain and Lancelot had absolutely no communication, and apart from necessary conversations, they had no private interactions whatsoever.

However, because this matter was not very important, the others did not tell him about it.

Therefore, David could only give up on reconciling the two people for now. At the same time, he felt that it was okay, with him and the King around, there should be no problem.

“Yes, I’ll go greet him. Agraven, I’ll leave the arrangements and follow-up work in the Round Table Hall to you. You can discuss the specifics with Merlin. I’ll take my leave now.”

David swung his dark sword, cleaving through space to reach the gates of Camelot, preparing to welcome Lancelot back. Several months had passed since their last meeting; he was sure Lancelot wouldn't disappoint him.

Agrave, who remained in the Hall of the Round Table, began to listen to Merlin's advice and ideas, and together with the King's preferences, began to design the layout of the Hall of the Round Table.

This hall was originally intended to be the most important venue for future round table gatherings, so its grandeur was necessary.

Agrave even intended to add a chalk throne here for our King, so that he could display the necessary majesty when summoning the other knights. Everything was necessary, for our King, for the continuation of Britain.

Chapter 127 One by One Return

Lancelot's return once again enriched Camelot's warehouse reserves. To be honest, Davidan was a little embarrassed to keep bothering Lancelot with these kinds of things.

After all, this is indeed a tedious and boring task, and it would be better if Kaiqing or I did it myself.

Fortunately, Lancelot didn't care about any of that, and he still smiled happily when he saw David.

The two embraced upon seeing each other, their faces beaming with joy. Lancelot had rushed back, as the very important day of the King's wedding was fast approaching.

"It's been so long since we last met, your hair has grown so much."

Davidian looked at Lancelot, whose hair had already grown past his neck, and couldn't help but tease him. With his hair this long, his sexy and melancholic aura became even more pronounced.

If David Ann were a woman, she would probably be head over heels in love with him.

"There's nothing I can do, it seems like I'm more popular with long hair. So I'm not planning to go back to short hair for now. Don't you think it looks good?"

Lancelot's tone was rather smug, and compared to his melancholy demeanor, his personality was much brighter and more cheerful. This made Davidian laugh heartily.

Both of them were clearly in very good spirits, but Davidian still told Lancelot to go back to the palace to rest first.

Although the Knights of the Round Table were all superhuman in size, their journey from France had been arduous. They should rest briefly, and then in the evening, Davidian would personally host a welcome dinner for Lancelot.

"Then you'll have to cook for yourself. Sometimes I wonder if all the officers in your First Legion enjoy cooking except when they're fighting. Whether it's you, Wincenrib, or Percival, everyone can cook a great meal."

Lancelot smiled and patted David on the shoulder, then handed his beloved horse to a servant and walked slowly back to the palace alone.

But after hearing what he said, David thought about it and realized it was true. Percival and Wincenrib were both excellent cooks, while he was actually the worst of the three.

But it's still better than Gawain's mashed potatoes. I don't know what's wrong with that guy; all he knows how to make is mashed potatoes.

[Sometimes people jokingly call Gawain a gorilla, and that's probably why. Oh well...]

Davidian stopped thinking about it and beckoned the people inside to come out of the warehouse. Then he instructed Ke Qing to seal the warehouse doors; these were precious reserves. If anything went wrong, a few heads wouldn't be enough to cover it all.

"Time really flies. It's been almost ten years in the blink of an eye."

Kaiqing personally sealed the gates of the treasury, then couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Thinking back, those days in the villages and towns were still vivid in his mind.

David chuckled and continued, "There's no way around it, we're all so busy. We all have our own things to do, so time just flies by."

Even in their spare time, these restless individuals would venture out on adventures, vanquishing monsters and saving the people. This made time pass even faster. After all, life was very fulfilling.

"You mean Lancelot, Tristan, and the others, right? They're purely military personnel, so they don't have to be as busy with their daily lives as we are."

And I, Gahoris, am not as good as you and Agravain. Since you two entered Camelot, have you ever left except to fight?"

Kai Qing couldn't help but say those words; he and Gahoris would occasionally go out on adventures when they had free time.

After all, maintaining order in Gaholis isn't a difficult task, so who would dare cause trouble in Camelot? The First Legion's direct base has always been outside the city.

Kaiqing's job was easier. Apart from wartime, he had a group of skilled officials who worked with him to handle logistics, supplies, and consumption.

The overall specifications must be reported to Agguwen, who will then submit them to Davidian, and the process will be reviewed and confirmed at each level.

So sometimes Kaiqing wondered if David was working too hard and overworking himself. What a ruthless person he was, managing both military and political affairs so effectively! He had to oversee military matters while also handling political affairs with remarkable efficiency. Was he pushing himself too hard?

"It's not as hard as you think. The tasks are broken down into individual tasks, and all I need to do is keep the overall direction in mind. Then I'll compile the information, summarize it, and report it to the King."

David smiled and didn't mind explaining his position more clearly.

Militarily, the training and assignment of new recruits were entrusted to Bedivere. However, the overall command of the army on the battlefield was usually handled directly by the King himself, and Davidian had always been in charge of the First Legion.

He neither wanted to nor would overstep his authority; military power must always be in the hands of the King for the greatest security.

In terms of domestic affairs, the allocation and distribution of logistics were handed over to Kellett, while internal affairs were handled by Agguiven. David was responsible for reviewing their work and making decisions.

Of course, there are some important matters that Davidan cannot decide privately and must leave to the King for his personal judgment, but those are relatively rare. After all, as a subject and friend, Davidan does not want Artoria to be overworked.

They all have their own jobs, so thinking about it that way, those who are only responsible for fighting and killing actually have it easier.

However, when it comes to fighting and killing, Gawain, Tristan, and Lancelot are truly outstanding. There's practically nothing to criticize, so we just let them be.

However, whenever he thinks about the jobs he does, David always thinks of the palace dramas he watched when he was a child. Is his position... just a replica of the Grand Eunuch?

Although this also meant that Davidan couldn't leave Camelot to create his own legendary stories, he didn't really care.

Praise from others can't put food on the table, and can those individual acts of heroism sustain Britain? Can they safeguard the future our king desires?

No.

Since it's impossible, why bother doing those things? Why not just let those few who are willing to create legends do it?

"Actually, it's partly her fault, you know. Lancelot and the others were framed by her many times when they went on adventures. If you leave Camelot, I'm sure a storm will come your way."

Kaiqing couldn't help but feel some sympathy for David. After all, having known him for so many years, he understood David's personality well. The memories of that woman were probably the most helpless and tormenting thing buried deep in his heart.

David looked at Kaiqing's mouth with some distress before saying: