Davidian's Holy Grail War

Kiritsugu Emiya, who was observing from the shadows, immediately tensed up. So far, the battle had been under his control, but the sudden appearance of this swordsman had truly thrown him into a panic. This was an uncontrollable variable.

"Kid, is that guy a Servant too?" Iskandar asked his Master Waver, but Waver could only quickly shake his head. This guy was definitely not a Servant; he simply couldn't understand this person from a Master's perspective.

Upon landing, David turned around and looked at the people around him. When he saw Artoria, he was momentarily stunned and couldn't help but whisper her name—Artoria Pendragon.

Artoria was surprised that this person knew her. Judging from his low murmurs, he was someone she knew, yet she didn't recognize him at all.

"I see. Is this a different King of Knights than the one I know? The world is indeed very interesting. Some histories are swept into the dustbin as unnecessary history. But some accepted changes become parallel worlds and transform into different types of Heroic Spirits. How interesting." Davidian rarely smiled. Although the Artoria in front of him did not recognize him, seeing his King at sixteen years old was indeed very nostalgic.

He glanced at the group around him. There were actually four Servants gathered here… no… he looked up and saw the assassins lurking and observing. So that’s it, the Holy Grail War is also taking place in this world? Perfect. If he could seize the Holy Grail here, perhaps he could return to his own world and find the person he’s looking for.

"Hey, foreign knight king. The woman behind you isn't your Master either, so your true Master must be lurking nearby, observing from the shadows. Really, you've put up a live target in the open while you act in the dark. For the sake of victory, this is understandable, but I doubt you'd find it very acceptable. Why not sever the contract and fight alongside me?"

Davidian offered this suggestion, knowing full well that Artoria's personality wouldn't appreciate such ruthless methods in pursuit of victory. Simply put, they were incompatible, but he also knew Artoria wasn't the type to betray her master, so it remained just a suggestion.

“Please forgive my refusal, foreign knight. It seems you know me, but I do not know you. I cannot betray my Master because of the words and actions of a stranger.” Artoria gave a proper refusal, and David shrugged, indicating that this was within his expectations.

"Then let everyone here come at me together: swordsmen, spearmen, archers, and cavalry. It's just a battle of seven classes. If we can eliminate four Servants here today, and then just take control of one more, then I can obtain the Holy Grail and fulfill my great wish."

His insane words and actions caused everyone present, except Gilgamesh, to widen their eyes in disbelief. Had this man gone mad? How dare he declare that he would challenge everyone present at once? They were surrounded by Diarmuid, the strongest knight of the Fiona Knights; King Arthur of Britain; Iskandar, the Conqueror; and the Golden Archer, whose true name was unknown. And this man actually wanted to make enemies of everyone here at once?

Even the group of Masters who were observing the battlefield thought that this person was completely beyond saving. How could someone be so crazy?

But then, a dark aura rose from the ground, and a berserker of darkness emerged from it. The moment he appeared, he grabbed a streetlamp and launched an uncontrollable attack on David, for David and he were bound together by an indelible entanglement in the unseen world.

Davidian effortlessly blocked the attack, and before the others could react, they were already locked in combat. The black-clad berserker continued his relentless attacks, but Davidian remained unfazed. In fact, during their exchange, Davidian had already discerned the identity of his opponent from their fighting style.

"Ah, that familiar scent. How fortunate I am today, not only to have seen the foreign knight king, but also the foreign knight of the lake. How interesting, how fated. My friend, in a world without me, have you actually fallen into such a beast at the end of your life?"

Davidian gripped his sword with both hands and swung it back, knocking Lancelot back; the two were not on the same level. However, the other Servants were even more shocked. This was just a brief exchange, yet they had already gleaned far too much information from it.

The black-clad berserker was none other than Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake from the Round Table, and from Davian's words, they could tell that he was undoubtedly a member of the Round Table as well. However, apart from Gilgamesh, who possessed special abilities, the others could not fully ascertain Davian's exact identity.

"How pathetic you have become. I will grant you release, just as I once did." Davidan gripped the Nameless Sword tightly and walked towards Lancelot. In the past fifteen hundred years, his swordsmanship had been honed to perfection. If he were to face the Lancelot of the past in his current form, he could kill Lancelot without relying on the Evil Dragon King.

The flaming blade cleaved through the lamppost imbued with a Noble Phantasm, and even sliced ​​through Lancelot's breastplate in one strike. However, Davian failed to kill Lancelot.

At the last moment, Lancelot was forcibly teleported away by his Master using a Command Spell, saving his life. However, Davian's attack did cause considerable damage.

"it's a pity……"

Chapter 166 Lament

Davidan slung the Nameless Sword over his shoulder and let out a soft sigh. As an old friend, he couldn't bear to see Lancelot in such a frenzied state. It was, in fact, a tragedy, utterly heartbreaking. His longtime friend had degenerated into such a mad beast in a world without him. The Queen's affair had truly been a heavy blow to him.

"What a show today! A knight from a foreign land, the Lake Knight fallen to the depths of madness, that golden fellow, the strongest knight of the Fiona Order, and King Arthur of Britain. Indeed, this Holy Grail War is truly fascinating." Iskandar finished speaking and burst into unrestrained laughter. Davidian could sense the kingly aura emanating from this man. Although he didn't know who he was, he was undoubtedly someone qualified enough to lead others in establishing an empire.

However, David's interest was not currently focused on him; his gaze was fixed on Artoria in the distance. Her expression was complex, a mixture of grief, remorse, and many other emotions converging on her face, creating a picture of utter inner turmoil.

"King Arthur, what troubles you? What grieves you? Why did you throw yourself into this Holy Grail War? As far as I know, you shouldn't have anything you crave." David walked towards Artoria, his armor dissipating along with the flames of the phoenix. Years later, David once again saw Artoria from a superior perspective.

Wow, this feeling is amazing! Ever since she grew taller after picking up the Holy Lance, he could only look at her at eye level. Now, seeing Artoria in her young form again, he was secretly delighted.

Artoria raised her head, her gaze unwavering as she retorted, "I cannot answer that question, because..."

"Ah, I get it, he must want to grow another ten centimeters! That's nothing to worry about, you can do it with the magic of the Holy Lance, no need for the Holy Grail at all." Davidian answered quickly. It must be said that after fifteen hundred years of travel, plus a brief respite from his duties as Lord Camelot, his words and actions were now somewhat eccentric.

Not to mention that he had the rare opportunity to meet the foreign knight king today, which made things even more interesting, and his joy was palpable.

Such a joke, however, displeased Artoria somewhat. She brandished her sword hilt, indicating that she was fully armed and open to a fight with Davian. After all, she was confident in her abilities as a warrior; although he had defeated Lancelot in his berserk state, defeating her would be very difficult.

But when she thought of Lancelot going mad, her expression turned to one of self-reproach.

【Lord Lancelot, do you hate me that much?】 Artoria's inner guilt was beyond words, and it was precisely because she saw Lancelot's current madness that she became even more determined to get her hands on the Holy Grail.

Davidian didn't know why she was blaming herself; anyway, everyone was dead. Although he wasn't sure what era this world was set in, it was at least the 20th century. Now that Artoria had become a Heroic Spirit, she should have come to terms with it.

However, Artoria suddenly realized something: she hadn't been able to deduce from the battle that the berserker was Lancelot. Clearly, it was the protection or special skill of a Servant that had worked, while Davidan had figured it out so quickly?

"Who exactly are you? How can you determine that the Servant was Lancelot based solely on that exchange? In the end, it's hard to say whether that was the real Lancelot or not, since this is just your word." Artoria composed herself and questioned David with the majesty of a king and the dignity of a knight.

Provoked by her imposing manner, Davian unconsciously responded with the same air he once possessed as the Lord of Camelot, answering her solemnly: "For I am the Dragon Knight of Britain, the Executioner of the Round Table, the Lord of Camelot, I am Davian Slyrek. I serve only one—King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon. I will deliver Lancelot's final fate, a fate known as…death!"

His rapid-fire words revealed an astonishing amount of information, leaving all the Servants present, except for Gilgamesh, stunned. They did not recognize this Lord of Camelot, but from his earlier address of King Arthur as the King of Knights from another world, it was clear that he was from another realm.

Artoria was even more shocked, realizing that there was such a lord of Camelot without her knowledge. He had even brought Lancelot to his doom, yet from his words just now, it was clear that he also intended to seize the Holy Grail.

“I see, I see! The lord of Camelot from another land? What an interesting fellow. I never imagined that King Arthur of Britain would have such a formidable knight. Would you do me the honor of having a drink sometime?” Iskandar extended the invitation in a very casual manner. And since he had been asked this, Davidian would not choose to ignore it.

“Of course… Could you tell me your name first? Or just your title would be fine, since this is the Holy Grail War, and I understand the importance of hiding your true name. But I don’t really care about Artoria, since she’s too strong; ordinary Servants can’t beat her.” As he said this, Davidan glanced at the invisible sword in Artoria’s hand.

Good grief, I forgot she's a Servant now, not a fully equipped one. There's no Warhorse Don Starion or Ramsay, no Holy Lance Rungominiad, and no Holy Sword sheath.

Ugh, whatever, at least I have a sword and I can probably grab someone and chop them up.

"Huh? Didn't I just give my name?" Iskandar was stunned, and then his Master quickly reminded him that Davian fell from the sky after he gave his name.

Iskandar realized what was happening and then announced his name again: "My name is Iskandar the Conqueror! I appear in this Holy Grail War as a Knight!"

"Oh, Alexander the Great, is it? Your name is indeed known to all. If you would like to invite me for a drink, I certainly wouldn't refuse. It would be an honor." Davidian nodded, indicating that he had noted it down. This man was undoubtedly a formidable figure. But just how formidable, he didn't know.

But never mind, he'd definitely be no match for me in a real fight.

"Then it's settled. See you next time, Lord Camelot of the foreign land! I'll bring you some fine wine and treat you and that Knight King to a good drink." With that, he flicked the reins, spurring the two-ox chariot into the sky with thunder and roars. David looked at the chariot; it was indeed impressive—an oxcart that could fly!

Gilgamesh chuckled dismissively. But before leaving, he said a few words: "Lord Camelot of the foreign lands, your journey has been far too long. If I had to say, I would suggest you lay down your sword and end it here. However, this is just a suggestion, since I know you won't listen."

Chapter 167 Everyone Breaks Up

Davidian, of course, wouldn't listen. Instead, he had already started calculating. Now, there were five openly known followers and one covertly follower, a total of six, with three remaining. Davidian glanced at the assassin's position; that guy was clearly going to stay until the very end.

"So, it's a spearman, right? The strongest knight of the Fiona Knights, I remember his name is..." Davidian looked thoughtful, he really couldn't remember for the moment.

"Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne. Lord Camelot, Davin' Sleeryk, please remember my name." Diarmuid calmly announced his name, for at this moment his Master had already secretly ordered him to retreat.

Davidian nodded and said, "Hmm, now that you mention it, I remember. You and Lancelot here have some similarities. Well, you can't blame each other, many things are uncertain. We were just fighting in that era and doing our best. See you next time. When that happens, I'll show you the martial arts of Lord Camelot."

Diarmuid responded with a refreshing smile: "Indeed, I eagerly await that moment."

After saying that, he transformed into spirit particles and disappeared from the scene. After all, today's gains were already more than enough; even his Master felt it wasn't bad. Although the true names of his own Servants had been revealed, in return, he had obtained the true names of three Servants: a cavalryman, a swordsman, and a berserker. Aside from that glittering golden archer, which was truly baffling, today's harvest was quite substantial.

David sighed. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Alexander the Great, Gilgamesh the Archer, Our King, Lancelot, and the one in the shadows should be Hassan al-Sabah, but he didn't know which generation.

He knew that six Servants had gathered from just one meeting, except for the magician.

Artoria... well, I guess we'll have to be enemies this time. It's a bit of a shame, since he genuinely didn't want to fight his parallel universe counterpart of Artoria. However, if he really wanted to achieve his goal, he wouldn't hesitate to defeat the current swordswoman Artoria, after all, she's just a Servant, merely one aspect of the king.

Iskandar the cavalryman? No, that guy's ambition probably makes it impossible to recruit him as my Servant. Unless I directly kill his Master and forcibly take the Servant, but that's really unnecessary and would only cause more trouble.

Diarmuid the Lancer is a good choice, but considering his pride and ego as a knight, it's unlikely he'll be able to work together effectively even if we take him. It's better to start by defeating him first.

Assassins… well, even one who can lie down and do nothing would be fine. But that golden archer's strength is probably ridiculously high; if he brings a complete slacker, it'll be troublesome. But it seems like I could hold them off myself and let the assassin steal from the Master?

Berserker Lancelot… Sigh, well, I'll just give him a quick death. He couldn't bear to watch Lancelot go berserk like this; it really wasn't a good thing, too much trouble.

After looking around, aside from the unseen magician, the most likely candidate was actually that golden archer? But the archer was clearly also arrogant, and David suddenly felt he was too late. This Holy Grail War seemed to be full of these kinds of people, nothing like his own.

Well, although he lost in the end, he was thrown out of the world by that magician with white or silver hair, or whatever, I can't quite tell.

"Sigh, never mind. Artoria, I don't know what troubles or sorrows you have, or why you want to obtain the Holy Grail. But I suggest you give up. The destruction of Britain is inevitable, and we have done everything we could." Davidian's words before leaving were both advice and comfort.

He didn't know if his words would have any effect, since he knew that Artoria had always been a very stubborn person.

After all, even though she was told that kind of ending, she fought back until the very last moment.

"How can you be so sure I came here to obtain the Holy Grail? Didn't I just participate in the Holy Grail War because I was summoned?" Artoria couldn't help but retort. This person knew her too well. Yet she didn't know him at all. She really wanted to know what she was like on the other side, and what her final fate was.

“It’s your eyes. You’re always like that. Once you’ve made up your mind, your eyes always shine brightly. When we defeated the kings of the North and Vortigern, your eyes were so stern and majestic. And it’s the same now. I will never forget that determination.”

David offered his own answer, and then wings of flame unfurled behind him. Even without transforming, he could still wield the power of the eternal phoenix.

"Alright, goodbye. Perhaps we will have a battle someday, but not now. Until then, enjoy this hard-won second life." With that, Davidian took to the sky.

Artoria watched the fiery wings soaring through the air, unsure what to say. But she could intuitively tell that the Holy Grail War was getting complicated, with Davian appearing like a ticking time bomb.

However, Davidian was not aimlessly enjoying the freedom of the sky while flying in the air; on the contrary, he was carefully observing the entire city from above.

The Holy Church, found. He landed on the ground, but the moment he touched down, he sensed the presence of magic. It really was like that; this nameless sword guaranteed his transformed abilities even without transforming. So convenient, and being an unowned sword, he could use it however he pleased.

He strode into the church, only to find the priest already waiting for him. Davidian nonchalantly found a seat and plopped down, already guessing what the priest was up to.

"So you're sending assassins to secretly gather intelligence on the various Servants' movements, and then using stronger Servants to defeat them one by one? Why don't you bring out the hand you've been hiding behind your back? Don't worry, I know you're not the assassins' Master. After all, it would be too much for the judge to personally get involved in the fight." David looked at the priest in front of him. With his strong and muscular physique and the abilities he had concealed, the priest must be considered a powerful figure within the Holy Church.

The priest looked troubled, not expecting to be seen through so easily. Moreover, the man before him was no kind person; if he faced him, he would likely only be defeated and killed.

"As you can see, I am merely a traveler from a foreign land, seeking victory in this Holy Grail War and the return of the Holy Grail to my own world. You needn't be so tense with me. Rather, I hope you can bring out the person who conspired with you so I can have a word with him." Davidian was being quite polite; if he hadn't wanted to argue, he would have flown to the Golden Archer's Master right now and engaged him in a bloody battle.

After all, he had probably learned all the available location information during the flight.

Chapter 168 The Goal is the Holy Grail

Father Kotomine ultimately succumbed to David's intimidation and summoned Tokiomi Tohsaka. Before arriving, Tokiomi instructed his disciples to send out all his assassin clones, as it was best to keep the upcoming conversation a secret from the assassins.

David looked at the man with the mustache. "Hmm, a keen eye, a decent physique, and judging by his appearance, his magic skills are probably top-notch. While he's probably not a monster like Merlin, he certainly deserves to be called a hardworking genius."

"Greetings, esteemed Lord Camelot. This unworthy magician, Tokiomi Tohsaka, has arrived as you wished." Tokiomi placed his hand on his heart and bowed deeply. The man before him was a monster who had lived for fifteen hundred years. If he were to do anything improper, this Holy Grail War would likely have nothing to do with him.

"You don't need to be so reserved. I'm not like those madmen who kill Servants and their Masters along with them. If you want to make a wish, the Holy Grail only requires the Spirit Origin of six Servants, not the Master. Although I don't know whether your target is six or seven Servants, you can rest assured that I don't have much hostility towards you personally." David first chose to soothe Tokiomi's tense emotions. After all, this guy also has a wife and children, and he didn't need to really kill him.

Tokiomi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the person in front of him was reasonable enough not to immediately try and determine a winner. Otherwise, even with the strongest Hero King at his disposal, he couldn't guarantee that the other party wouldn't drag him down with them before falling.

What worried him even more was Gilgamesh's attitude towards this person. Gilgamesh, who was always arrogant and looked down on other heroes, showed considerable respect to this man, even refraining from calling him a bastard. Although he didn't know whether it was out of morality or strength that the King of Heroes respected him, he still thought it best to be cautious.