Davidian's Holy Grail War

Many knights were also watching Davian, and everyone knew that Davian was the most accomplished, experienced, and capable knight among those present.

Yet he was still standing behind the King, not entitled to sit at the round table. Many knights looked at David with pity, and Winchenrib even showed a resentful expression; this treatment was rather unfair.

“At the same time, I have something else to announce today.” Artoria stood up, took Davian’s hand, and led him to the throne.

Davidian was somewhat surprised. Was it really that bold to do this in public? Although he knew that same-sex relationships weren't a problem in this era, his king wasn't that kind of person.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the knights, Artoria gently placed David on her chalk throne.

Amidst David's surprised expression, she immediately turned to all the knights and said:

"Now, I knight David and appoint him Lord of Camelot, giving him authority over all and the power to punish all who disobey me. He is my brother, the embodiment of my will! In Camelot, to see David is to see me!"

Of everyone present, only Agravan did not show any surprise; everyone else was in a state of great shock.

Even Davidian himself was thrown into uncontrollable chaos; there couldn't be two suns in the sky, or two masters on the ground. How could this be allowed!

"My lord! No! You are the only master of Britain, how can I sit on this throne and exercise your power!"

David was about to stand up and ask Artoria to retract her decision, but Artoria placed a hand on his shoulder. David tightened his grip, and she tightened it in return. David complied, and Artoria loosened her grip.

"Obey my will, obey the King of Camelot. This is my best reward for you, and the best arrangement for you. Understand? Dragon Knight—no, you should now be called Lord of Camelot, Davidan Sleirik."

Artoria's will was not to be challenged, and Davidian had no choice but to accept the investiture.

"Gentlemen! Do you have any complaints about this imperial edict?"

Artoria then asked for everyone's opinions again, but rather than asking, it was more like a confirmation.

This order is not open to disobedience. That's the thought that's on her mind right now.

All the knights immediately replied loudly, "We have no complaints whatsoever! From now on, we will obey the will of the King and Lord of Camelot!"

After all, David's achievements, qualifications, and abilities are truly beyond reproach.

As for other aspects, apart from the fact that she is still single at the age of thirty and is being criticized, no one will say anything bad about David Ann.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that most people get along quite well with him.

The coronation and investiture concluded with this decree. Davidian was now truly the most powerful person in Camelot after Artoria.

He has political power, and a number of domestic officials, such as Lord Agricole, are on his side. They will take the most effective measures for the survival of Britain and for the King's rule.

At the same time, he firmly grasped actual command of the most powerful First Legion in the army. The First Legion was the army he had led all the way to the present day, and even if the King himself came, it would probably be difficult to take power from him.

Fortunately, Artoria truly trusted Davian, and Davian unhesitatingly gave everything he had to Artoria.

Otherwise, he would probably be facing either poison or a death sentence by now. David's power and influence have become far too great. So great that they have even overshadowed the emperor, keeping him up at night.

David, who was appointed Lord of Camelot, was not as overjoyed as others might have imagined. This position was certainly an honor, but it also brought pressure.

He felt it was too much of a stretch to bestow such a position upon someone like himself, and because of this inner turmoil, he went for a walk alone in the palace courtyard that night.

"My Lady Princess?"

But he had only taken a few steps when he saw Guinevere gazing up at the stars. He was somewhat surprised; why was the princess here at this hour? And judging from her expression, she seemed quite troubled.

"Ah. Is this Lord Davidian?"

Guinevere turned to look at David, and she too showed a surprised expression. She saw the troubled look on David's face.

It's quite interesting that two troubled people, unable to sleep, met at this time. Although their reasons for being troubled were completely different.

David, thinking he understood Guinevere's thoughts, asked with a hint of helplessness:

"Your Highness, why haven't you gone to bed yet? Is the King still working? If so, I'll go and persuade him. It's not right for a newlywed to neglect his wife."

But Guinevere simply shook her head slightly:

"No, Lady Artoria is already asleep. She's sleeping soundly and peacefully; she's clearly exhausted from what happened in the Round Table Hall during the day."

I'm just a little troubled, afraid that I'm not qualified to be a proper queen and might tarnish the king's glory; that would be a dereliction of duty."

That's the truth, but not the whole reason. Guinevere didn't reveal the crux of the matter, only this part.

David Ann shook his head after hearing her words. Wasn't it the same thing? Both of them were troubled by their identities and couldn't sleep for a while.

But he still tried to comfort Guinevere:

"Me too. Sigh, they didn't even ask for my opinion before slapping the title of Lord Camelot on my head. They should at least have considered how confused I was afterwards."

At this, Guinevere showed a joyful expression and offered her congratulations: "I haven't even congratulated Lord Davidan yet, and you've already become the lord of Camelot. You are the number one person under our king."

"Ugh~ Don't say that, it gives me a headache just thinking about it. What do you mean by the number one person below the King of Knights? It's giving me a terrible headache."

David scratched his head, preparing to take a cold shower later to calm himself down; he was really troubled.

"Is this how you feel after being crowned Lord of Camelot? That's quite your style." A pleasant voice rang out behind him. David turned around with lightning speed and drew his dark sword, which shone with a brilliant purple light.

There is only one person who could elicit such a strong reaction from David, and it goes without saying who that person is.

Chapter 134 The Night No One Knows

"Why are you here!" David annexed Guinevere behind him, knowing that if a fight broke out, he couldn't guarantee she would escape unharmed in his battle with Morgan.

Because he didn't want to hurt Morgan, if they started fighting, he would probably end up in a dilemma.

Guinevere was curious about who this woman who had suddenly appeared here was. She had appeared out of nowhere, so her magic skills must be no less than those of Lord Merlin.

"I just wanted to congratulate you. You've become the most powerful person in all of Britain. She's become the queen, and you've become her crowned general. It's enviable, and it's also despicable. You've risked your life for that wretched red dragon to such an extent."

Morgan walked up to Davian and, without any hostility, pushed Davian's dark sword back into its sheath.

At that distance, she had placed her life in David's hands. She knew David could have easily severed her head with a single stroke, but he hadn't.

He remained the same; his feelings hadn't changed. He was still in love, but destined to never be with her.

So she gently extended her finger, teasing David's face. David swallowed hard; it seemed a little too stimulating for him.

Despite having experienced countless battlefields, Davidian nearly suffered a complete defeat in her presence.

Davidian reached out and grabbed Morgan's mischievous hand, warning him:

"Don't do this, don't force me, I don't want to kill you. Someone like you must have come here for a reason, although I don't know what you're plotting. But out of a sense of duty, I should draw my sword and kill you now."

Morgan laughed, she laughed wildly. She pulled her hand back, then opened her arms, revealing her defenseless body, and said:

"Come! This is my true form. You can easily kill me here with a single sword strike and be done with it. But... David, my David, can you do it?"

This was a blatant provocation, even if Davian was the lord of Camelot. But he couldn't bring himself to do it; he wasn't truly heartless.

On the contrary, he would feel sorrow even for a seriously wounded soldier from one of his legions who had to retire. Not to mention the woman before him, who truly held a significant place in his heart.

"Go! Go away!"

In the end, David could only drive her away like a plague; David didn't want to see her there. Simply because she was Morgan Pendragon, a secret David kept buried deep within his heart.

“Ha. Hahahahaha!”

Morgan let out a laugh like an owl and continued:

“Davian, you can’t kill me. Because you love me, I am your weakness, so even though you know I am the biggest threat to the red dragon, you can’t bring yourself to kill me. You didn’t lose to me, but to your own heart.”

Davidian didn't refute her, but he still stubbornly said, "Yes, I can't stop myself from falling in love with a bad woman. But I can control myself from seeing her! Get out of here now, or I, as Lord Camelot, will expel you!"

"Oh, what a grand official's airs! Well then, I'll obey your orders and leave. I've already finished what I needed to do anyway."

Davidian, spend the rest of your days in agony. For here in Britain, you are destined never to hold me in your arms. Simply because—you chose to betray me!

She disappeared as Morgan finished speaking. Davidian wore a forlorn expression after she left; she didn't need to harm his body, only his heart.

"Lord David, who is she?" Guinevere asked quietly beside David.

Although he didn't want to explain, since it was Guinevere's inquiry, David reluctantly answered for her:

"Morgan Pendragon, Queen of Orkney in the North, mother of Lord Gawain, Lord Agravwen, and Lord Gahoris. As you probably know, I killed King Loth. But that's not the main reason she hates me..."

After saying this, David scratched his head frantically, making his hair all messy.

Morgan's presence still stirred his inner turmoil; he had once said that Lord Tristan's heart was as turbulent as the ocean waves.

He's like that now; he's already thirty years old, but in this respect he's still like a young boy.

"You... seem to love her very much?" Guinevere asked cautiously, it was the first time she had ever seen Davidon with such an expression.

The dignified Lord Camelot was so utterly disoriented and powerless in front of a woman; to put it bluntly, he suffered a complete rout.

This time, however, David gave Guinevere a cold look and warned her:

"This is not something you, Your Highness, should know. Please return to the King's side now; it is already very late. It is not good for you to be here alone; people will gossip."

This was already a dismissal, and Guinevere understood his meaning. So she lifted the hem of her skirt, curtsied, and then slowly began to walk back to Artoria's bedroom.

After she left, Davidian said to someone nearby, "Come out, you've been watching for too long."

Upon hearing his words, the person hidden to the side slowly stepped out. David sighed upon seeing the newcomer and waved for him to leave.

It's an agent under Agruven's command. Really, has he planted his hands all over here? He really is an executive officer who never has a moment's rest.

“Go tell Agravan what’s going on here, and then tell him to come here to see me. Honestly, he really doesn’t care about himself. If others find out he’s planted so many spies, his reputation will be completely ruined.”

After saying that, he sighed repeatedly. There was nothing he could do; David felt he had already tried his best. But Agravan was truly pushing himself even harder; he was practically a walking encyclopedia.

The spy nodded, indicating that he would definitely deliver the message, and then disappeared into the darkness, while David continued to wait in the courtyard.

A short while later, Agravan strode toward him, his face devoid of any anger or other emotion. Davidian sometimes found him too calm.