Davidian's Holy Grail War

Agravan's expression immediately betrayed him; he couldn't help but rub his eyes. He hadn't turned back into a man! He rubbed his eyes again, but still hadn't turned back into a man! What happened? How did my king become a woman?

David was dumbfounded. What was going on? Where was his best friend? How did his best friend turn into a woman? What was happening? Why was this happening? What on earth had occurred?

He wanted to tell himself he was mistaken, but the woman's full breasts and upright posture proved that she was definitely a beautiful woman.

"What have you done! Merlin! What have you done?!" Agravivan couldn't help but question Merlin. What on earth had happened?

"Calm down, Lord Agravivan. This is my secret. I am not a man. I was born a woman. It was Merlin's magic that confused you and made you think I was a man."

That's why I chose Davian to be Lord of Camelot, because I cannot have children. So, even if I fall, as long as Davian lives, Camelot will not perish and will continue to exist.

The king's words managed to calm the two down, but Davidian then thought of something cruel and terrible.

What should Guinevere do?

Chapter 142 Curse

Davidian thought about this incredibly terrible and cruel thing. What had he done? He had actually pushed an ignorant woman into eternal misfortune.

He suddenly recalled Guinevere gazing at the stars that night; her face was filled with such pain, it must be because of this. She would never experience any woman's happiness; she would spend her pitiful life as a caged bird.

She knew the secret, so why didn't she resist?

Ah... how could she resist? She must have understood that this was a necessary action for the smooth governance of Britain.

Guinevere knew very well how much effort King Arthur had expended to pacify Britain. So she chose to accept it and choose to stay by his side.

But Davidian couldn't easily forgive himself; it was he who had initially suggested it. Even unknowingly, he had pushed Guinevere into this abyss of misfortune.

Self-blame, regret, and pain filled his heart; what a terrible mistake he had made.

"Please don't be sad for the Queen, though it's regrettable. But that's how it is, David. You don't need to blame yourself too much. Even if you hadn't suggested it, I would have gone to Camreid to prepare for the King's marriage to Guinevere."

Perhaps to ease David's mood, Merlin offered him these words of comfort. To be honest, this wasn't like him at all.

Artoria and Merlin could easily see that the look of shock and pain on David's face was not for themselves, but for poor Guinevere.

At this moment, Artoria remembered what Guinevere had said to her:

"What are you talking about, Artoria? You're the same way—a woman who can't find happiness, aren't you?"

She was a truly considerate woman, and Artoria considered her a friend and trusted her implicitly. The only regret was that Artoria couldn't bring her the happiness of being a woman.

Davidian could only bury this guilt in her heart, just as our king had also sacrificed his own happiness as a woman.

She too sacrificed much for Britain. And given the current situation, she had no choice but to make Guinevere suffer.

Agravan was briefly stunned, but he soon regained his senses. Because of his mother, he had lost respect for motherhood, and even for women and humanity.

Even now, he still despises the emotion called love. He hates and fears women.

But he found his home: the selfless, dignified, and powerful King, shining like a star on earth. He resided within the court and the Knights of the Round Table that the King had established.

Here, he felt at ease; he felt he had value. Therefore, he feared being abandoned by the king, feared being disliked and alienated by the king, and was unexpectedly at peace with this fact.

This proves that he has not given up hope on humanity, nor on love.

Although it did unfold in a shocking way at first, he has now recovered.

The king's gender is not the most important thing; what matters is the king's character, his ideals, and his beliefs. As long as these things remain unchanged, he will remain at the Round Table, in Camelot.

Although he cared nothing for this terrible era, he had once sworn in his heart that he would do anything for this king, for this king's ideals, and for the country he wanted to protect.

Even now, this vow remains unchanged.

"This is my most crucial secret. I entrust this secret to you both. I only hope that this country can enjoy lasting peace and stability, and I hope you can understand."

Artoria watched the changes in their expressions, waiting for them to fully digest the secret before making any considerations or choices.

After fully accepting this shocking truth, both Davidian and Agravivan chose to bury this secret forever in their hearts.

The two exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts. This matter must not be exposed; if even a few extra people learned of this secret, they would not hesitate to silence them.

"We will keep this secret until the day we die; we will never betray you!"

The two immediately knelt on one knee and swore an eternal oath to the King, a secret that would remain buried in their hearts forever.

But at that moment, our king also knelt on one knee before the two and helped them up. The three of them stood up straight, and then Artoria spoke:

"I have no way to repay your contributions. Especially David, I always entrust you with too much responsibility, yet I cannot alleviate the pressure in your heart. As a king, perhaps I am somewhat unqualified in this regard."

"Please, please don't do that! Loyalty itself is the best reward for a loyal person!"

David uttered this oath, vowing to remain faithful to the King forever. This faithfulness was unwavering, born of his past wavering and shame for his choices.

Agravan shared the same attitude; he would never betray his loyalty, nor would he do anything shameful that would cast a shadow over the King's glory. He would remain steadfast in his duty, fighting for the King with all his might until the day he dies.

There is no doubt that our king is the one to whom they can entrust their ideals and beliefs. This has nothing to do with gender; it is determined by noble will, lofty ideals, and self-sacrifice.

Compared to the greedy and selfish lords of various regions, our King, who is willing to conceal his gender for the sake of Britain and even sacrifice his own personal happiness, is worth their utmost sacrifice.

"Then, I will announce our next goal at the roundtable meeting tomorrow: the miracle left by God, the Holy Grail. Hopefully, we can find that miracle."

After announcing these final words, Artoria brought the avant-garde private gathering to a close. Davidian and Agravivan returned to their respective posts to attend to their duties.

The following day, as expected, the king announced this at the roundtable meeting. And this is the story of the Holy Grail quest that has left countless legends and anecdotes for posterity.

From this day forward, countless knights will embark on a journey to find the Holy Grail. David watched them depart, sincerely hoping in his heart that they would fulfill his king's wish to retrieve the Holy Grail and revitalize Britain.

However, David was never able to set off to find the Holy Grail from the beginning; he was simply unable to leave Camelot. The training of the new recruits for the Glorious Eternal Legion and the development of Gareth both required his presence.

His ever-increasing responsibilities had bound him to Camelot, leaving him no room to escape.

But something happened right after our king announced that the Knights of the Round Table would set out to find the Holy Grail.

This event became a de facto curse, and this curse was nothing more than a simple sentence.

"Your Majesty does not understand people's hearts."

Chapter 143 Punishment

Today, as usual, Davidian had just finished a round of political discussions with Agravivan and Keir, and had completely settled the refugees created in the previous battle with the Saxons.

The whole process took a month, from land arrangements and resettlement to the distribution and allocation of supplies. David was busy among the crowds during this time, never having a moment to spare.

Although he has now completed his mission, he does not plan to rest yet. He intends to go to Bedivere to discuss the recruitment of new soldiers and the retirement of veterans.

After eleven years, a group of veterans over forty years old are ready to retire. They can go back to farming and live a peaceful life.

At the same time, Davidian also plans to carry out a certain amount of troop reductions to slightly reduce military spending and alleviate the current pressure on Britain.

It seems unlikely that any major battles can be fought on British soil anymore, so the focus will be on quality over quantity in manpower.

This also indirectly reduces the pressure on Agguvin, who now has to be very careful with every penny he spends in Camelot.

“Betty, it’s been so long since we’ve talked like this. We’ve been so busy these past few years, it’s been hard to find time to relax like this.”

After Bedivere finished discussing these matters, David invited Bedivere to stay for a short chat.

Bedy was someone he trusted deeply, and he wanted to talk to Bedy to ease his mind.

Bedivere gave a friendly smile. Although Davidian was now in a higher position than him, they remained close friends in private.

After all, it was the two of them who joined the King's ranks without hesitation in the beginning, fought their first battle in Karion City, and have been fighting all the way to the present day.

“There’s no way around it, Lord David has just too much to do. Managing everything is no easy task, and it’s just as much as what Your Majesty has to do. Sometimes I’m worried that the pressure is too much and you’ll ruin your stomach.”

Bedivere poured David Ann a cup of black tea, and David Ann leisurely inhaled its aroma. His mind relaxed a little; this was truly a moment of tranquility.

The two had a very pleasant conversation, and Bedivere had witnessed his old friend's recent hardships.

From the campaign against the Saxons to the tireless post-war cleanup work upon his return, Davidian was always busy with these mundane matters.

Bedivere understood how much Davidan wanted to share the king's burdens; he had truly gone through so much trouble.

But at that moment, Winchenrib rushed over to see David.

David and Bedivere were somewhat surprised. What was going on? Wincenrib was known for his composure, so why was he rushing to find David in such a hurry?

What could possibly make him so nervous?

When he saw Bedivere, Wingenrib looked surprised, but he immediately leaned down and whispered in David's ear what had happened not long ago.

While Bedivere was still wondering what had happened, Davidian stood up in a fit of rage, even slamming his fist on the table and spilling the tea from his cup.

“How dare he!” Davidian blurted out in a fit of rage. Bedivere had never seen his old friend show such a side of himself.

At this moment, Davidian was not as friendly and approachable as before. On the contrary, he was as furious as a true evil dragon.

Even Wingenrib was shocked by David's fury. He never imagined that his commander would show such rage upon hearing this, even more so than when the kings united to attack King Arthur.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the person in this situation, who was about to suffer Davidian's furious rage.

"Go! Gather ten warriors from the Sixth Company, take their warhorses, and chase after them! I'll go first. If anyone stands idly by while the King's majesty is so overshadowed, then what kind of Lord Camelot am I!"

After saying this, David drew his dark sword from his waist, cleaved through space, and prepared to search for that person.

He didn't care too much about leaving or running away, but he couldn't stand hearing such words before leaving!

When he emerged from the dark space, Tristan was right before him. Their meeting lacked the usual warmth; instead, it was filled with indifference and suffering. And compared to Tristan, Davidan's eyes held a hint of violence.

"Lord Tristan...why did you say such things? Why? Does the King not understand people's hearts? How dare you say such things?"

Davidian angrily questioned his best friend, with whom he had always had a very good relationship.