Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Has that cruel, lewd, and ugly woman come?" Three extremely vulgar words in a row, used to describe his own mother. Agravan clearly had a very poor impression of Morgan, but Davidian wouldn't say anything more; let it be.

"A great magician like her is not someone we can restrict. By the way, you did nothing wrong regarding the spy matter."

Be more careful next time, don't let too many people notice. Those guys at the round table will probably figure it out, but I'll keep an eye on them, they won't do anything.

Upon hearing David's words, Agravan respectfully nodded and indicated that he would work even harder to train these people to secretly monitor the movements of Camelot's officials. If any corrupt or illegal activities were discovered, he would immediately take action to apprehend them.

"Okay, go ahead. But don't push yourself too hard. You're still overworking, you know?" Although she knew it was pointless, Davidian still advised Agravan not to push himself too hard.

Chapter 135 Attack

Since the coronation and the round table investiture ceremony, the whole of Camelot has been in a state of prosperity.

Although the foreign tribes across Britain were still putting up a final counterattack, it was clear to everyone that the Saxons were now nothing more than grasshoppers in autumn.

All that's needed is for King Arthur to launch a powerful expedition, which will drive all the Saxons out of Britain.

The First Legion has also been reborn; they are now both the First Legion and the First Glorious Eternal Permanent Legion of Britain.

When David heard the name, his mouth was agape for about five minutes. After all, accepting such a name was truly difficult for him.

But Davidian ultimately didn't object to the name. After all, this was the king's explicit expectation, and the battle flags had already been rearranged.

When the battle flag was unfurled, even Winchenrib thought it was a bit of an exaggeration.

David's dark sword and the King's crown were imprinted on this battle banner as symbols. Are you kidding me? This is way too exaggerated.

The First Legion went into a frenzy after being officially named. They had always called themselves the First Legion, but now they had this new name. The entire legion was ecstatic, and the celebratory atmosphere was unstoppable.

Davidian also felt that they were on edge, so he let the entire legion celebrate for a few days.

However, Davidian only joins his legion's revelry at night, since he has now been promoted to Lord of Camelot.

He's truly trapped in the palace now, with authority over all sorts of matters, big and small, and among them, he has to choose the ones he genuinely needs to attend to. It's safe to say he's simply overwhelmed.

Moreover, the letters from other kings requesting aid from Britain never stopped. David would occasionally let out a disdainful laugh, and Agravan knew he genuinely looked down on these guys, so he didn't say anything.

"Perhaps it's time to deal with this mess."

David looked at the map; the locations of several Saxon tribes had changed. Although the Tenth Scout Group was now caught up in the revelry with the others, before that, they had been scouting and gathering intelligence throughout Britain.

"Can we win in one battle?" Agravan asked.

"Of course they can, but they're just barbarians. Their fighting strength can't compare to the elite Camelot army... However, in that case, some areas will probably be plunged into war again."

The people there will likely become refugees. You must be prepared to take them in and reclaim the wasteland around Camelot.

David made it very clear that he would have to personally go to the battlefield. The matter on Camelot's side would have to be handled by Agraven.

However, Davidian believed that Agravwen would handle the matter well, as it was simply a matter of resettling the refugees.

“Please leave it to me. I will certainly not disappoint you and the King.” Agraven nodded, indicating that he would not let the lord of Camelot and the King down.

After all, this was originally his responsibility, and as long as he discussed it with Kaiqing, the matter could still be handled well.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you. I'll go and ask the King for his permission to decide on the date of the battle. I'll also invite Minister Kai to the King's office so we can discuss the supplies for the battle."

Britain isn't wealthy either. Although I initially hoped for five armies to be deployed in successive waves, considering the logistical pressures, we must proceed with caution.

Agravan responded and went to find Lord Kellett, while David walked toward the King's office.

They have so much to do right now, sometimes he even wants to take a year off. Although he knows it's impossible, too difficult.

When David arrived at the service room, Artoria was there meeting with Gawain. When David arrived, Artoria indicated that Gawain could leave if he had something to attend to.

"Ah, no need to leave. Gao Wenqing, if you'd like, you can stay for now. There are some things you'll be involved in later."

Davidian hoped Gawain would stay, since Gawain would be leading a large army in the upcoming battle. This time, he couldn't be allowed to serve as the king's personal guard again; that would be a waste of talent.

Seeing his expression, Artoria understood what he wanted to say this time.

The situation is indeed pretty much settled now; we need to find a way to completely drive the Saxons out. Then we can give the people of Britain some breathing room and allow everyone's morale to gradually stabilize.

Gawain then stayed to listen to the two men discuss their campaign to expel the Saxons. When he heard that he would also be leading a large army himself, he couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

Previously, he had always served as the king's guard on the battlefield, but this time he actually had the opportunity to lead an army on his own, which truly delighted him.

"I'm lending you Lord Percival, so don't let me down, understand?"

Davidian gave him a small reminder: this plan was crucial. Success would allow them to drive out the entire Saxon population in one fell swoop, while failure wouldn't have a significant impact.

But since it was the first battle after Camelot was built and the king's palace was fully formed, it had to be fought brilliantly.

"Yes, Lord David! I will present my king with a victory befitting my status."

Gawain's face was full of joy. He hadn't expected that Camelot would be entrusted with such an important task so soon after he finished. This was truly delightful.

Just then, someone knocked on the king's door, and Artoria called out to invite the person in. David smiled when he saw who it was; it was none other than Lord Kellett. He certainly arrived quickly.

"Thank you for summoning me, Lord David. May I ask what brings you here?"

His words were somewhat distant, and David could only manage a wry smile. It seemed that being promoted to Lord Camelot wasn't all bad; at least before, Keith would never have spoken to him like this. Before this, Keith and he had gotten along much more pleasantly.

"It's about the next expedition. I'd like to discuss my thoughts with you, since you know the inventory situation best..."

David reiterated the expedition plan to Lord Kellett, who listened and nodded. The plan was good, but Lord Agguiwen had just discussed the resettlement of displaced people with him.

If that is taken into account, the logistics of this expeditionary force cannot be said to have sufficient reserves.

After careful consideration, Kaiqing gave her answer:

"The First Britain's glorious and eternally permanent logistics can be adequately supplied, and King Perinoa can request that he draw supplies and soldiers from his own territory and the territories of other kings."

But please keep the two armies led by Lord Lancelot and Lord Gawain to around four thousand men each. Your Majesty, how many men do you plan to deploy for your fifth army?

Finally, he raised a question: the king's army is the most crucial force, but how many men does the king intend to bring? This directly affects his logistical burden.

Chapter 136 The King's Dissatisfaction

"Lord David's Glorious Permanent Legion has only six thousand men, and Lord Gawain and Lord Lancelot have a combined total of eight thousand men, so I will also arrange for around six thousand men."

With a combined force of 20,000 men, plus King Perinoa's army, that should be sufficient.

Artoria also considered the resettlement of refugees, which, to be honest, was a much bigger issue than fighting a war.

"Understood, I will obey." Kai Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief; Camelot was indeed not wealthy at the moment.

The expeditionary force of 20,000 men and the consumption of food and supplies for the horses are enormous, enough to give me a headache for days to come...

Sigh, never mind. We can't always have our king plundering villages and towns; that would be a dereliction of duty for us Knights of the Round Table.

Artoria nodded, quite satisfied with Keishan's decisiveness. Then she addressed the three of them:

"Then in two weeks, we will assemble a complete expeditionary force to drive the entire alien race out of Britain in one fell swoop. Lord David and Lord Gao Wenqing, I look forward to your bravery and will not disappoint me."

"Yes!" the two replied in unison, their voices ringing out. They were certain they would produce achievements worthy of their distinguished status.

After the three of them had left, Merlin entered the service room. He had a wicked smile on his face, clearly pleased to see Artoria looking troubled.

After all, the pressure of this battle was immense, and Artoria didn't want to show her troubled expression in front of Gawain and Kai.

"Hahaha, if you hope to restore your homeland, you must drive out all the alien races. This is something you must go through. Davidian wants to help you accomplish this, which is why he proposed this expedition plan."

Merlin sat opposite Artoria, propping his head up with one hand and scrutinizing the expressions on her face. No matter how many times he looked at Artoria's various expressions, he never tired of it.

"Brother Kai looked troubled just now. If I had said I would lead 10,000 men into battle, he probably would have had stomach cramps and had to see a doctor. After all, there's no way to replenish supplies at this stage, so we can only fight with the existing reserves."

Artoria gave a wry smile; Kai's expression earlier hadn't surprised her. The current situation was indeed not favorable for Kai.

Merlin burst out laughing when he heard this. Fortunately, David wasn't in the duty room right now, otherwise Merlin would probably have gotten a beating.

But Merlin wasn't unwilling to do something; it was just too late. There was nothing he could do to change anything now, so he could only continue living like this until the very end.

"Artoria, you understand, right? Vortigern is just a monster after all. Defeating him does accomplish something, but it doesn't really add any more meaning."

"Because the alien races are human, it's an animalistic trait for them to gather wherever there is fertile land. Even though Britain isn't exactly fertile, in order to survive, the alien races have no choice but to take up arms and fight you to the very last moment."

Artoria's shadow deepened; Merlin was right. Britain at this moment had neither the resources to coexist with these foreign races, nor did the foreign races have the resources to spend years cultivating the land.

The same applies to both the British and the Saxons: if there is no land to grow crops, then extinction will occur in less than a year.

Coexistence is impossible; this is a battle that will inevitably end with the complete annihilation of one side.

But then Artoria rallied, her gloom vanishing, and with unwavering resolve, she said to Merlin:

"Although the situation is not good, we are far from destruction! Those foreigners who dare to trample on British land, I will annihilate them all! Lord David has made plans, and we will surely win this expedition."

"Well said! I like your firm attitude. I hope you can achieve a great victory that will go down in history."

Merlin couldn't help but applaud Artoria, but then Artoria brought up another issue.

"She came that night. You know that, right?"

Artoria's gaze was sharper than before; she always looked like this when she mentioned her. That night, she could see everything in the courtyard clearly from her bedroom window.

Merlin's expression froze. He knew perfectly well what Artoria had come here for. But he didn't know how much Artoria knew about this matter, or how much he should explain.

"After all these years, is she still clinging to David An?"

Artoria's next words made Merlin secretly breathe a sigh of relief; she really didn't know Morgan's true purpose for coming here. To her, it was nothing more than a vague dream.

Merlin twirled a strand of his silver hair between two fingers, thought carefully before giving his answer:

"Let me put it this way. Even if David Ann dies, Morgan won't let him off the hook. That's the kind of woman she is, you know, she'll hold a grudge against the man she fell for and who dumped her."