Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Hey! What's there to be afraid of!" The man chuckled and pointed to the ground. "You seem to be new here. Do you know where you are?"

"Let me tell you, the main city is protected by the Earl's Castle! The Saxons have come more than once or twice, more than a dozen times in total, but what have they done? Every time they have to slink away and end up only able to sneak up on us from the outside to vent their anger."

After saying all this, the man was very proud, and he certainly had the right to be proud.

This count's capital, located at the crossroads of north and south, is indeed extraordinary. Due to its unique location and the surrounding Saxons, it is the only safe commercial center in the area.

Under such a monopoly, the profits are self-evident. Don't underestimate this place just because it's only an earldom. The number, strength, and money of its knights can rival those of a marquis-level central city.

"So that's how it is. Their strength in protecting others and their management skills are truly admirable."

After learning the details, Artoria remarked with emotion.

The matter wasn't over yet. The man glanced at them with an air of naiveté: "These are all achievements, but there's a reason for them all. It's because of our greatest and most powerful knight here!"

"The Earl's son, the next permanent heir here, a being whose mere presence is enough to scare away the Saxons, Lower Xa S. Wendl!"

When the man spoke of this "face," his tone was full of admiration, and the people around him cheered because of it.

"Xia Kesa Wendlu!"

"Xia Kesa Wendlu!"

This shows the knight's reputation here.

"Make way! Everyone back to the sides of the road! Don't block the road!"

After the soldiers who had cleared the way appeared quickly, dozens of well-equipped warhorses galloped past. At the very front and in the most prominent position was a knight in a red cloak, who stood out so much from the white cloaks around him.

"That's the great Knight of Lower Xaxia Wendlu! With him around, the Saxons are easily defeated!" the man who had spoken earlier shouted like a fanatical follower.

Volume 1: 14. This hair is so oily.

Xia Kesa Wendlu was incredibly excited because he had just made an appearance before the king!

That was a king personally acknowledged by a king of Britain! A king whom the great magician Merlin knelt down to acknowledge! And he had just ridden his warhorse past him with such grandeur!

He was certain that the blond man in the crowd was the king. Oh, that noble air that couldn't be hidden, that flowing and beautiful blond hair—it was so easy to recognize him when combined with the intelligence.

"drive!"

Xia Kesa Wendlu lashed out with his whip, and his warhorse sped up again. He wanted to use a brilliant victory to further enhance his image in the king's mind.

Only in this way can the benefits be maximized! He has made so many preparations over such a long time, spent so much money and resources to support so many people, all for this moment.

If this succeeds, even the minimum reward will exceed that of his father. What level is that wretched earl? Wang Yi is so happy that he will directly become a grand duke!

Unaware of the bright future ahead, Lower Kesa Wendlough was surprised to find that the alarm sounded a little later than planned.

But now is not the time to focus on these things. After so many collaborations, how could anything go wrong? Hahaha, there definitely won't be any problems.

"Open the city gates! Lord Lower Kesa Wendlu will personally meet the enemy!"

The soldiers who led the way shouted at the city gate, and the gate slowly opened. Xia Kesa Wendlu led his men out, determined to annihilate all the enemies outside the city.

He didn't realize until they were about to meet that the person opposite him wasn't the familiar guy. It wasn't until they were within ten meters of each other that he realized it wasn't the old acquaintance he was looking for.

A question flashed through my mind, and then the two sides clashed. On one side was a brown tide led by Saxon warriors, and on the other side was a silver-white tide of fully armed men, like two sharp blades colliding.

'Clang! Clang! Clang!' The sounds of metal clashing rang out continuously, the two colors intertwined and missed each other, and the first collision ended.

Then, Lower Xa Xa Wendlu realized something was wrong; an unbearable pain came from his left side. He instinctively tried to raise his arm to check the situation, but there was no response.

The left arm disappeared, or rather, it was cut off.

"what!!!!"

Xia Kesa Wendlu let out a painful roar, and the knights following him were stunned until the Saxons on the other side launched another charge.

"Immediately escort Lord Lower Kesar Wendlu back!"

Instead of charging forward, the guards behind him escorted Lower Kesa Wendlu toward the city gate.

A knight who doesn't charge forward is unable to unleash his full potential. In a battlefield where the strength of the players is relatively even, this is tantamount to fighting with a broken leg.

"Ah!!! My left arm!! My left arm is gone!!!"

"what!!!"

Now that the leader who should be in charge has lost his role, it's like fighting with the cerebellum removed.

On one side is a normal person, and on the other side is someone with a leg and half a brain missing; the outcome is predictable.

The well-equipped knights were surrounded and at a disadvantage. However, the difference in equipment could not be eliminated instantly. Soon, some Saxons began to choose other methods of attack, pulling off their horses and surrounding them.

This tactic was immediately effective; several knights were soon pulled from their horses and lost their lives in the encirclement.

"This can't go on like this!"

The guards standing beside Lower Ksa Wendl Road broke out in a cold sweat at the sight. They knew that if they didn't break through, everyone would be stuck here.

"I'm sorry!" The guard pulled the wailing Lower Kesa Wendlu off his horse, placed him directly in front of him, and raised his sword high.

"Move! Everyone move! Break through! Break through! Back to the city! Back to the city!"

With a target in mind, the situation improved. After all, the knight was well-equipped and quite strong, and if he wanted to break through, it wouldn't be easy for Saxon to stop him.

Until that figure appeared.

"Nobody's leaving!"

The Saxon warriors stood in front of us like double doors, and a single swing of their arms could knock them back, or even bring down a knight!

The Saxon tribe’s most powerful warriors, both in the past and present, have proven through their actions why they have survived to this day.

The guards did not panic upon seeing this scene; instead, they remained calm and composed, raising their left hand and placing it on the head of the wailing Lower Xa Xa Wendlu.

"Little Kesa, calm down." The calm words seemed to have a magical power; the word "Little Kesa" stopped the other person from wailing.

The wailing subsided, and the guard continued, "Little Kesa, there's a problem this time. If you get back alive, make sure you don't contact the Saxons. Go find your father; at least that way you can survive."

"...Rodin...Uncle...Uncle..."

The guard did not lower his head, but calmly stared ahead. With a forceful movement, he pushed the person blocking his way to his subordinate.

"I watched you grow up! I can't just watch you die!"

"Charge! All troops, charge! Bring Lord Lower Kesa Wendlü before the Earl! Do not stop for a moment until then!"

The guards raised their swords and shouted, and their warhorses, understanding the command, led the charge. Their target was singular: the Saxon monster who was like a god of war!

"Uncle Rodin!!! No!! Uncle Rodin!!!"

Behind him, Xia Kesa Wendlu screamed with heartbreaking despair, trying to call back the person who had been by his side since childhood and was more important than his father.

But, it failed.

"I'll take you on, you alien!"

A full-force burst of energy, a battle where life is sacrificed, can temporarily halt an attack even if there is a difference in strength.

Fortunately, the other Saxons did not arrive when the Saxon warriors were fighting, perhaps due to special customs that prevented them from getting close. So, after the Saxon warriors were tied down, the remaining knights actually managed to break through the encirclement with Lower Xa Sa Wendlu.

"Stop them!" roared the Saxon warrior.

"Dream on! I'm still here!" The guards' sharp blades left bloody marks on the Saxon warrior's face, drawing all attention to him.

"court death!!!"

Feeling the pain on his face, the Saxon warrior's temper was completely ignited. Ignoring everyone else and not ordering anyone to stop the fleeing knight, he focused all his efforts on dealing with the guy in front of him.

Seeing this, the guards finally felt relieved. Thank goodness, these Saxons were still so dim-witted...

How could a middle-aged guard possibly be a match for a Saxon warrior in his prime? This was an unequal fight from the start. Perhaps with the help of better equipment, he could have left, but the guard had just made another choice.

Under this choice, there is only one outcome: death.

"It's alright, as long as little Kesa leaves alive."

As their strength waned, the guards knew their time was running out.

With difficulty, he looked up into the distance and saw the white figure approaching the city gate. Little Kesa was safe.

With a clang, the weapons clashed. The guards managed to block the attack, and the enemy, clearly noticing the situation, grinned menacingly and swung their weapons again.

The guards were too weak to stop them; their arms were trembling, and they were exhausted.

The sharp blade is getting closer and closer to my neck. Is it coming? Death...?

"files!!!"

"Uncle, I don't feel it's time to close my eyes yet."

A young voice broke into my ears, and dazzling red hair reflected the sunlight.

"This hair is really oily."

Volume 1: 15.EX...Curry Stick!

A little while had passed since the alarm sounded. After thinking it over, Artoria decided that she couldn't stay here. Even if she didn't participate, watching the battle was a good option.

"Clang clang clang—" Not long after the group walked out, a series of urgent alarm bells rang out, then stopped abruptly.

“That voice…” Artoria froze, turning her head to look in the direction where the voice had briefly appeared and then disappeared.

"It's the same alarm sound as before, just not as long-lasting." Shirou Emiya glanced around, not seeing any soldiers going to check. Was it because it was a brief sound and didn't need to be taken seriously?

Kai said with a slightly teasing tone, "Haha, what could have happened? It can't be an accident, can it?"

"..."

A silence fell. Kai, Shirou Emiya, Artoria, and the others exchanged glances, then looked at the last guy, Merlin, who seemed completely unconcerned.

"I don't know~"

He addressed Merlin, his gaze then falling on Artoria: "The decision here rests with you."

Should you follow the previous advice or act according to your own ideas? Both options will lead to different outcomes. What would you choose?

Artoria frowned, then put the book down. "Let's go take a look. Maybe we can help. We were planning to go anyway."

The decision to imitate something ambiguous, and the use of other excuses, showed that I had grown.

Mary smiled with relief.

The king had already made his decision, and everyone tacitly agreed not to head towards the gate through which the group of knights had left, but instead towards the gate from which the urgent alarm bells had been sounded.

Halfway there, Merry slowed down and came to Shirou Emiya's side, quietly poking his stomach with her staff.

"What are you doing?" Shirou Emiya asked with his eyes.

Mary maintained her smile, raised her palm and opened it, a petal appeared and then disappeared.

"Something interesting seems to be happening at the other door. Shall we go take a look?" A girlish voice, carrying a mix of playfulness, nervousness, and caution, appeared from Merry.

[Another door?] Emiya Shirou instinctively looked toward the door the knights had just gone through, then looked at Merry, who nodded slightly.

His unusual behavior naturally aroused Shirou Emiya's doubts, but he made his choice after only a second of hesitation.

"Okay, then remember to explain it to me."

Logically speaking, when faced with such an event, one should set off together; separating is basically the beginning of a breakdown.

But this time it's different. Reason (Artoria) is on their side. Besides, it was Melly who brought it up. Who is Melly? She is the king's advisor, and she is also a source of reason.

This is also why Emiya Shirou understood and nodded in a second.

"Don't worry!" Meryl gave a thumbs up, a look of unprecedented emotion flashing in her eyes.

"We were informed that we were not warned. Now we just have to see the results. Whatever the result may be, as long as it is different from the original one, it represents a possibility—a possibility of breaking away from the fixed history!"

The magician felt an unprecedented tension. As a half-Nightmare race member and a pure fun-loving person, she had done many 'fun' things.

Including but not limited to, attempting to rewrite Artoria's future (muttering about not wanting to be king while acting as a magician and teacher), putting pressure on the Counter Force (partially agreeing to the so-called identity of the Heroic Spirit, acting as a conduit but not taking responsibility), and the most impressive thing is definitely challenging the authority of history.

They can see the predetermined future with their clairvoyant eyes, but instead they warn and prevent it.

However, she failed and was warned many times. These repeated attempts made her realize that the established history could not be changed.

But this time was different. Logically, I should have been warned, but there was an unusual silence in my ears!

Any magician would be curious about the outcomes of different paths.

So, what will the outcome be? I'm so excited!