Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Red-haired guy? Is his name Shirou?"

"I don't know for now. If you want to know, I can find out tomorrow."

Although he didn't know why the adults asked, it didn't stop him from licking.

"No need. Just proceed according to plan. I'll report back after it's over."

The sound paused briefly in the darkness, then gave a final instruction. The magic circle flashed again, and the count's son had returned to his room.

"Blonde and white hair go without saying, the short-haired knight must be that knight named Kai, that leaves only the red-haired guy, you're Shirou~ I know you~"

A figure flashed through the darkness with a joyful voice. For a brief moment, the face could not be seen clearly, only a fleeting glimpse of gray-white hair and a graceful figure.

The second member of the trio left the room and carefully observed the surroundings. He then quickly walked to a wall, touched it casually, and was instantly absorbed into the wall. The wall had been enchanted!

After passing through the dark and long road, there was a door standing at the deepest part.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

After three knocks, a voice came from behind the door, "Come in."

The second person respectfully pushes open the door and enters, maintaining a bowed head throughout – a posture reserved for those of high status.

"Raise your head and tell me what will happen next." A dignified voice came, and from a second-person perspective, an elderly man with white hair sat on an exquisite sofa. Not only the sofa, but the entire space was synonymous with exquisiteness.

In a space of several hundred square meters, walls shimmering with magic circles support the surrounding area, and luxurious furniture is arranged in a regular manner. This is a place that must have cost a fortune to build, and that's what everyone would think at first glance.

The old man's identity was even more special. If the count's son were here, he would recognize him at a glance as his father, the true owner of this territory, the count!

"My lord, the plan is as follows..." the second man reported, word by word, and the count listened patiently.

After listening for a short while, the count remained expressionless, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Fool! It's one thing to want to impress the king, but to actually try to test the king's strength is utterly foolish!"

The count harshly belittled his son, for as someone who had served the previous king, he had witnessed firsthand what devastating power truly meant.

The reason a king is called a king is not because of the choice of nobles, but because the king's strength allows him to be called a king.

The absence of sight is only a short distance and time; the king has already defeated the demon cat, the wyvern, and a series of other magical beasts, and no one has ever seen any wounds on him. Doesn't that prove something?

All I can say is that his son is a complete idiot!

"However, this might be a good opportunity—to find out if we can defeat that white dragon, so we can prepare for what's to come."

The count whispered, contemplating the future of his family.

What conditions allow a noble family to rapidly develop and achieve greatness, and to endure through time? Acquiring vast amounts of money? Having tens of thousands of soldiers?

No! These may be good, but compared to choosing the right side when a dynasty is in turmoil, they are all petty gains!

Once you become part of the core group that rules this country, you can freely and endlessly acquire things like inheritance, money, and soldiers.

In the past, this was how his earldom came to be, and now, this moment has come again.

"We must be extremely careful about this matter; one wrong step could lead to utter ruin."

"Don't be stingy with supplies; we must do everything we can to probe the king's strength!"

The count's intervention inevitably increases the margin for error.

"Yes! Then this old woman will take her leave!" The second person slowly withdrew, as he was about to go and retrieve animal supplies.

The room was empty again, except for the elderly count, who sat there like a mountain with his eyes closed in meditation.

He will wait here for the results, and then make further judgments based on those results, thereby deciding the future of his family.

The Saxons, once they stepped out of the gate, would don cloaks to cover their faces, then quickly leave the castle, mount their horses, and head straight for their settlement outside the city.

"Woo~~~~"

The horns of the alien race resounded through the starry sky, and hundreds and thousands of figures poured out of tents and caves. They all had the same goal and were converging on one place, where their leader was waiting for them.

"Gentlemen! I have received new information!"

On the high wooden platform, the Saxon chieftain, who had returned from the castle, raised his arm high and spoke loudly.

"There it is! There are many resources gathered in that border city, and most importantly! The count there is not in the castle!"

"In other words, the warehouse containing countless supplies is currently unguarded by a captain of the guard!"

"After that, I spent several days observing and gathering intelligence, and finally confirmed that the news was true!"

"So, what should we do now?" The Saxon leader said, looking down and waiting for a response, and reality did not disappoint him.

A Saxon stepped forward, raising his arms in triumph: "Of course, we'll bring those supplies home under the chief's leadership!"

With that start, the rest was easy. Everyone began to cheer, and the Saxon leader on the stage nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright! In that case, everyone get ready! We'll make our move tomorrow and catch those guys off guard!"

Upon hearing that the action was to be taken tomorrow, some people began to wonder if this was a bit too hasty.

"Chief, isn't this too hasty?"

Someone asked the question that was on everyone's mind: the powerful warrior of this Saxon tribe.

Upon hearing the question, the Saxon chieftain's expression relaxed for a moment, but he eased upon seeing the other person. "So it's the Song Warrior. I have some new information."

"That means a convoy loaded with supplies will be passing by tomorrow morning. We can't let this opportunity pass us by."

"And then, we want to maximize our gains by striking while also catching someone off guard, right?"

The Saxon leader explained, and the person opposite him felt that something was wrong but couldn't quite put his finger on it. In the end, he nodded and withdrew.

Several years ago, this chieftain stepped forward and led his people to victory after victory. Relying on his unique way of obtaining intelligence, he continuously seized supplies. Although casualties did not disappear and many of his brothers lost their lives as a result, the tribe continued to grow stronger.

Perhaps this is the price of growing up.

The Saxon warrior was thinking this, completely oblivious to the cold gaze of his leader behind him.

"The leader didn't have many loyal followers in the past, so when will you disappear?"

The Saxon leader has always had one goal: to create a tribe that is completely obedient to him, and that goal is getting closer and closer.

If this happens a few more times, allowing the previously recognized warriors to "die in battle with justification," then all warriors will become his loyal followers. Just a few more times, and a few more times...

Meanwhile, in an ordinary residence in the city, Shirou Emiya had just finished processing all the goods he had acquired that day.

"Great, now it's just a matter of time. We don't have to worry about these things breaking now."

Looking at the room full of dried meat and other items, Shirou Emiya felt a surge of pride.

"It's just that it's a bit annoying outside, there are too many eyes watching."

Looking out through the curtains, Shirou Emiya frowned. Didn't these guys try to hide anything? Dozens of eyes were staring at them so openly. Did they really think no one would notice?

"Tap Tap"

Footsteps sounded from outside the door, which was then pushed open. It was Artoria. The first thing she did upon entering the room was to glance at the dried meat, before looking at the chef.

"Emiya Shirou-kei..."

"Lia, what's wrong?"

During this time together, Shirou Emiya has come to be able to address the other person by their name directly, and in a way that he considers appropriate.

This is the power of delicious food!

"The situation outside is making me quite agitated, and Merlin has disappeared somewhere, so I'm here to relax."

As Artoria spoke, she moved closer to Shirou Emiya, her delicate face filled with a pleading expression.

Emiya Shirou smiled and leaned back, saying, "It's nothing, just wait and see how I fill you up!"

Volume 1: Chapter 13. The City's Greatest Knight Sets Off for Battle

At dawn, the group, who had spent a difficult night without sleep, finally saw the sun rise, and then they received shocking news.

"Merlin, what did you say! A shipment of supplies was hijacked by the Saxons outside the city?!"

Artoria slammed her hand on the table and angrily questioned the guy who had disappeared overnight.

Merlin nodded. "Yes, I heard it on my way back. The whole city is talking about it now, so it's probably something official."

“Then I’ll go take care of it—” Artoria had just picked up the Sword in the Stone when she suddenly remembered the Demon Cat’s teachings. She looked up and saw Merlin with a smile on his face.

"...Merlin, do you think I should go and take care of this?"

Looking at the girl sitting down again, Merry nodded in satisfaction. Good, she wasn't so impulsive this time.

"I don't think you need to worry about it, after all, there is a very famous knight here."

Merlin approached the window with a meaningful smile, drew back the curtains, and the many gazes fixed on him vanished one after another.

Presumably, news of their awakening has already spread, and now it's time for the real show to begin.

Watching the carrier pigeons take off and fly towards the castle, Mary's smile deepened.

Time ticked by, and the Saxons had gathered somewhere outside the city, all awaiting instructions from their leader at the front.

How wonderful! We've already reaped a bountiful harvest this morning, and with the leader's guidance, we're sure to reap even greater rewards this time. The many Saxons are already itching for a fight and are silently preparing.

"Cuckoo!"

The appearance of doves, which usually symbolize peace, is a signal that things can begin this time.

The Saxon leader raised his sword and, under the excited gaze of everyone, swung it down fiercely:

"Attack the city!!!!!"

There were no fancy speeches, no cumbersome siege weapons, only the dust kicked up by a sprinting crowd of hundreds of people and their heartfelt roars.

"Oh!!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

The Saxons' roar echoed through the sky, carrying far in this small part of the forest, especially since their gathering place was not far away.

Soon, the soldiers on the city wall noticed something amiss. After looking closely, they tried to ring the alarm bell, but 'thud!' The soldier's body instantly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head as a dagger pierced his chest, bright red blood dripping from the tip of the blade.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The sound of a heavy object falling echoed in his ears, and he saw it—it was his teammate.

At the last moment, he saw who made the move—"Sa...Xun..."

"Pfft!"

The soldier fell, and the Saxon who had struck him wiped the liquid off his dagger, saying sarcastically, "Ridiculous. You want to keep using us as tools and even have people watching us, but what's the use? We know more about suffering than you do."

After speaking, he raised his hand and directed his other subordinates: "Immediately proceed according to the plan, and make sure the plan is completed."

"Leave the direction to us!"

The remaining Saxons exchanged glances, each seeing excitement in the other's eyes. They all knew that if this plan succeeded, the Saxons would gain countless supplies!

You might even be able to acquire a castle!

Even if everyone knows that what follows is unrealistic, one still has to have dreams, right?

The leader, taking in the charging Saxon troops, estimated the distance ahead. This was the area visible to the soldiers on the city wall. Normally, once they stepped into this area, an alarm would sound, spreading the news of the enemy's presence.

"So, did the plan succeed...?" The Saxon leader silently calculated, and no alarm sounded until his underlings had completely crossed the red line.

"Excellent, it's a success!" The Saxon chieftain was overjoyed. He turned to the Saxon warrior beside him and said, "Leave this to me. You immediately take your men to the other gate. We'll attack from both sides and loot it. This way, we can greatly increase our speed!"

"Yes!" The Saxon warrior was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't say anything at the moment. He simply waved his hand and sent a group of men rushing toward another city gate.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

The alarm bells rang urgently, their sound so urgent it seemed to make hearts pound, echoing throughout the city. The Saxon warriors were discovered almost immediately, and the men on the city walls began to move.

The city gates were closed, and on the other sides of the city walls, apart from the basic guards and those responsible for ringing the alarm bells, the rest of the guards moved toward the wall from which the alarm had been sounded.

They knew that the Saxons never sent too many people at a time, and that they just needed to hold out through this wave.

"The Saxon barbarians are attacking the city!!!"

Shouts echoed throughout the city as everyone quickly and skillfully packed their belongings, not to hide in their homes or run away, but to clear the way.

This scene caught the attention of Artoria, who rushed out after hearing the alarm. She approached and asked, "Why didn't you hide? Aren't the Saxons coming to attack the city?"