Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

The Red Dragon Heart pounded faster, channeling magic throughout her body. Artoria, holding the Sword of the Chosen, crouched down, her thighs unleashing incredible power. With a bang, the earth shattered and caved in like a jigsaw puzzle, and her petite body flew like a cannonball to meet the two-legged dragon launching its aerial chariot.

The outcome of the battle was already decided. Merry, as the teacher, knew the girl's strength, the knight, as the sworn brother, unconditionally believed in the king, and Shirou Emiya had already begun checking the seasonings, wondering whether to grill dragon meat or boil dragon bones for soup.

Both are good choices.

The one with the greatest emotional fluctuations was undoubtedly the two-legged wyvern that launched its charge, upon seeing the described reptile stomp through the ground and charge forward with astonishing speed and momentum.

It knew that today it would have to pay the price for its pride.

Its bloodline guided it here, and its intuition told it that devouring the creatures below would bring unimaginable benefits. But it ultimately forgot that benefits always come with risks.

Success is naturally gratifying, but failure must be borne by oneself.

In the sky, the distance between the man and the dragon was constantly decreasing, and in just a few seconds they were several meters apart. This was the distance that the fish frying had reached.

"what!!!"

The two, one human and one dragon, passed each other. The girl's roar reached the dragon's ears. Strange, why was its vision flipping? That body looked so familiar; it seemed like it had been seen by the river that morning.

—That's my body—

"That was a brilliant strike. Leave the rest to me; I promise you won't be disappointed!"

"It's lunchtime now. Please wait patiently for the grilled dragon meat, roasted dragon thigh, and honey-glazed mushroom and dragon bone soup!"

The chef twirled his knife and uttered words that made everyone's mouths water.

Volume 1: Chapter 11. Arrival at the First Border City

It's been a while since the last time food fell from the sky. It has to be said that Shirou Emiya's cooking skills are truly amazing. Since the last time they ate it, everyone has been lingering and even praying for more wyverns to come.

However, even during the Age of Gods, wyverns were rare, and encountering one in a short period of time was not easy.

"Ouch!"

Slash!

"Can this be eaten?"

With a single strike, Artoria dispatched the demonic cat that leaped out from the nearby woods, then glanced at Shirou Emiya while stabbing him with the hilt of her sword.

"Hmm—it's definitely edible, but the taste might not be good. It might be good as a reserve of jerky, after all, it's a magical beast."

"The most valuable items are the bones, the demon cat whip, and other claws and fur; they might be a good reward later."

Emiya Shirou made the most appropriate judgment. After hearing that it wasn't highly recommended, Artoria's eyes drooped slightly, and she waved her hand casually.

"Kaiqing, then I'll leave it to you. We'll store it in the next town and then give it to Sir Hector."

Well, jerky is jerky, it's better than nothing.

When Artoria thought about the jerky made by Shirou Emiya, she didn't feel it was too bad. It was just what he said that it wasn't suitable, but for others it was still top-notch.

"We've officially entered the northern territory. Things won't be this easy from now on. We need to be prepared to encounter alien enemies at any time."

Merry stepped forward, carefully observing Shirou Emiya handling the demon cat, but said something completely different.

"Is this what they call a good thing? I heard that the potions made from it are very popular among nobles. Shirou, do you know how to make them?"

Meili sized up the demon cat's good brother with a strange smile on her face and revealed some other information.

"I can, but my understanding might be different."

"What you usually see here are liquid medicines, but the finished products I make are pills. I can guarantee the efficacy, but I'm not sure if you can accept them."

Mei Li smiled and shook her head. "You don't understand, do you? New styling products that are effective are more likely to sell for a high price. Let's talk about it later, and I'll see how effective the medicine is."

Kai also squatted down beside him. "I didn't expect that Lord Emiya Shirou had such skills. It's admirable. Speaking of which, this is really magnificent. It must be a top-tier item among the Demon Cats."

“No,” Shirou Emiya shook his head and gestured seriously. “The standard I know for magical cats is this, so you can see from here that this magical cat is below average.”

"Wow... there's a ratio involved in this?!" Kai was stunned, feeling astonished. He leaned closer and whispered, "Do you know the standard human proportions? A friend of mine is very curious about that."

Faced with Kai's blatant fabrication, Shirou Emiya remained silent but expressed his understanding, after all, it was just a matter of privacy.

"Normally, different races have different proportions, and various special circumstances will be encountered in the process, which cannot be explained in detail."

Kai was somewhat disappointed, and then he heard Shirou Emiya continue speaking.

"However, as far as I know, there is ultimately a range, and that is this ratio."

Extend your fingers and spread them out to demonstrate, and then explain in more detail.

Ancient European knowledge in this area could never compare to the in-depth research of modern times, and everyone listened with rapt attention.

In the final moments, Kai casually uttered a sarcastic remark.

"Has Emiya Shirou reached the average standard? If not, don't be disappointed, I'll encourage you!"

Emiya Shirou expressionlessly drew a line on his stomach, then ignored Gai's gaping, shocked expression and continued dealing with the demon cat.

Mary, who was watching openly and honestly, remained expressionless. This was beyond her knowledge and she had failed to understand it.

Needless to say, it would be strange if Artoria, who was eavesdropping out of curiosity, could understand it.

Only after Shirou Emiya finished dealing with the situation did the group set off again, maintaining the same formation as before. Artoria led the way, followed closely by Kai, while Shirou Emiya and Merry brought up the rear to study the pill formula.

Time passed quickly, and despite dealing with the random monsters that jumped out along the way, progress was relatively steady.

As the sun, which had been shining brightly in the sky, slowly set, the group arrived at the first main city with a castle on their route. The city was located on the border between the north and south and was the main city of the Earl of Wendlow's territory.

"As expected of the Earl's capital, it is completely different from the small towns we passed through before."

Even before reaching the gate, just gazing at the gleaming city walls from afar, Artoria let out a smug exclamation of wonder, as if she had never seen anything like it before.

As they got closer, they soon saw other scenes.

"Look how imposing the knights guarding the gate are! Their armor is definitely top-of-the-line!"

Upon entering the city, they needed to undergo a registration check. As they approached the end of the line, Artoria benefited from carefully observing the gatekeeper knight.

Kai chimed in, "Indeed, he's an elite knight at first glance."

Perhaps due to the different perspective, Shirou Emiya remained silent, and even seemed somewhat puzzled.

Meryl had just mentioned that this was a border region where alien races could appear at any time. He had learned before that these alien races were not to be trifled with; robbing convoys and attacking cities were commonplace for them.

Can you believe that the city here has smooth, reflective exterior walls, and those knights guarding the gate?

He seemed very serious, but Shirou Emiya assured him that the other person's eyes weren't tense, which meant that the other person wasn't paying close attention to the surroundings. Did this mean that guarding the goal wasn't what he wanted to do, or that he didn't do it often?

The last one is that one.

Emiya Shirou raised his eyes to look at the city wall, where there were a few people who stood out from the crowd. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and surrounded by people, clearly people of noble status.

At this time, at dusk, nobles came to the city wall, accompanied by so many servants.

Strange, very strange.

Shirou Emiya noted down all the suspicious points, his expression unchanged, when suddenly he felt his clothes being tugged—it was Merry.

"Be careful." Two words were uttered as if a petal, seemingly nonexistent, drifted past.

Be careful? Me? Not Artoria?

Emiya Shirou was even more confused, wondering whether he wanted him to pay attention to other things or to himself.

After doing this, Meryl did nothing else, but smiled and quickened her pace, passing Kai and coming to Altria's side.

Registration was completed quickly. Meryl stepped forward and said something, then returned with a smile a moment later.

"Registration is complete, let's go~ Don't worry about accommodation, everything's arranged~"

The four of them crossed the city gate and entered the city, walking inside under the guidance of Meili.

Emiya Shirou followed behind, feeling the gaze that had been lingering on him ever since he registered. Should I be careful?

No, it's not just me who's being looked at; other people are too!

Volume 1: Chapter 12. Crisis, Artoria's Demand (4k)

Late at night, most of the first city on the border was dark, except for the castle in the center, which was still brightly lit.

Despite it being an ordinary day, figures were constantly moving about in the castle, including well-equipped knights and even people of distinct races passing by.

Behind the deepest gate, three figures sat down one after another, nestled by the fire; some had serious expressions, while others were casual.

"Have you heard? The King of Britain has come to my territory."

A middle-aged man, who was sitting in the middle, spoke up.

“You know what we want to do, the question is what you can support. You are just the successor, not the master here.”

The other person spoke up, his words laced with a hint of warning.

"You are not the master of this place, but merely its heir."

The last man nodded in agreement. In the firelight, his features, which were different from those around him, were clearly distinguishable to anyone else present. He was a Saxon.

At this moment, the identities of the three people were roughly clear: one was the son of the count who owned this territory, another was unknown but not too bad, and the last one was a member of a foreign race. It was surprising that these people, who would normally never get along peacefully, were sitting together.

"That's about enough. The power I possess, combined with yours, is no less than that old man's. That's sufficient."

The count's son's expression showed no annoyance, only fervor.

The three of them were no less capable than the old man, and since he was their leader, it meant he was no less capable than the old man! In other words, he could also be a count!

"So what? It comes down to this: what support can you offer, or rather," the second person calmly stared at the other, a cold laugh playing on their lips, and asked, "what tricks are you up to now?"

He knew this guy was no good, and who knew what he was up to.

"What else could it be? The same old tricks," the count's son said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the Saxon frowned. He knew what the other party meant; it was the old trick of him stopping the foreign tribes from attacking, and then the other party would "defeat" him to gain prestige.

He didn't object to this old trick. Holding such an event was very beneficial to him. Not only could he obtain food and treasures, but he could also deliberately arrange those in the tribe who opposed him to be the vanguard, or discuss with them how to "resolve things by mistake".

However, this time the situation was different; the king who belonged to Britain was currently in the city.

This is quite subtle. The Saxons are not fools; otherwise, they would not have been able to conquer such a land, nor would they have survived to this day.

"We don't know the king's strength yet, so it might not be very safe to attack rashly."

"What's there to be afraid of! Everyone in this city knows my reputation! There are only four of them, what's there to be afraid of!"

"I've already looked into it. That Wang is just a teenager. How strong can he be?"

The count's son made a firm guarantee, while constantly citing examples as evidence, such as the unreliable white-haired man, the armored man with a lewd face who talked the most, and finally the red-haired cook who came in and ran around buying ingredients to cook. With this lineup, what is there to worry about?

The count's son became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he even felt that he could kill these guys.

The Saxon man was also thrilled, and finally clapped his hands: "Good! I will personally lead the attack. At worst, we will only lose a few men. But there is one thing to make in advance: half of the reward will be paid as a deposit."

"Don't worry, you'll be well paid. Bring your men tomorrow and catch them off guard!"

Seeing that the other party agreed, the count's son secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As the main force in building prestige, it would have been really difficult for him if the other party hadn't agreed.

"So in such a hurry?" the Saxon asked.

"We need to catch them off guard so that we can demonstrate the chaos on the border and better showcase our strength and uniqueness."

Who knows how long those guys will stay this time? If they're only staying for two or three days, it's not a problem. It's better to make a move sooner rather than later.

When the alien races visit, he will sweep away the fallen leaves like a god descending to earth, gaining face before the king. Perhaps the other party will even invite him to join them because of his bravery.

If we think even deeper, what if that king is too weak and falls—then the outcome could be very unpredictable.

"Alright, you guys fight, I'm going to prepare the food."

Seeing that both parties had agreed, the second person muttered something and got up to leave. As the main food supplier here, he only needed to do his job.

After the discussion was over, the three of them left the room one after another, heading in different directions.

The count's son returned to his room, closed all the doors and windows and drew all the curtains. After carefully inspecting the room, he went to the closet, opened it, and removed the clothes placed underneath, revealing a magic circle.

Upon entering, a radiant light appeared, wisps of magic wafted through the air, and the Earl's son vanished.

From the darkness, somewhere unknown, a magic circle flashed, and the count's son appeared.

Kneeling on one knee in the darkness, a voice filled with utmost sincerity and earnestness emanated from his lips, “My lord, those people have arrived at the castle. I plan to have the alien race launch an attack tomorrow. Do you have any further instructions?”

"Have you arrived? How many people?" A noble and magnificent voice came from the darkness, and one could sense the extraordinary nature of its owner simply by listening.

Upon hearing the voice, the count's son became even more excited, his pupils filled with excitement: "Reporting to my lord! There are four people in total: a blond boy, a white-haired man, a short-haired knight, and a red-haired fellow."