Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Let's see how things go. If it doesn't work out, we'll leave. We don't need to be acquaintances, just anyone will do. As long as they can ask for directions, that's fine."

Gudako made her decision, and at the same time shouted, "We are human! Brother, are you human too?!"

"Yes, yes! I am a human being!"

The figure moved even faster, his hands flashing out afterimages as he cleared a path. Both sides were shocked when they saw clearly.

"Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table?!"

"Ms. Mashu, Gudako, and Da Vinci? Is that you?"

Both sides were shocked, neither expecting to run into an acquaintance here.

"Hahaha, it really is Tristan!"

Gudako burst out laughing, immediately stretching out her hand, a move that startled Tristan.

?

"I have a rule: when we meet someone, I have to offer something to prove my kindness. Here, this is my proof."

Seeing that the broken branch looked fresh, as if it had just been picked up, Tristan raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and then took out something and handed it over.

They were a pair of red gloves.

"These gloves are the ones I use when I play. They're quite precious. I think they can prove my friendliness, right?"

Gudako put away the gloves with incredible speed, nodding repeatedly: "No problem, no problem, you're a good person, an absolutely good person!"

"Sir Tristan, it's wonderful to have met you. What could be more delightful than meeting a Knight of the Round Table in the Lostbelt of Britain?"

Da Vinci said with a smile, and Tristan also knew some information in the conversation. In particular, when he heard that this was the British Lostbelt, his eyes widened suddenly. After a brief shock of a fraction of a second, he returned to normal.

"Yes, yes, with Lord Tristan around, we can get out quickly, and Lord Tristan definitely knows a lot of information."

Mashu was talking happily when she suddenly felt something was wrong, and her smile abruptly stopped.

Da Vinci also noticed something was wrong, so he pulled Gudako back behind Mashu and poked his head out to ask.

"Sir Tristan, if I may ask, is the Lostbelt Queen Artoria again? By the way, which side are you on this time?"

Because of a previous singularity operation, Da Vinci and Mashu were on high alert. Then Gudako, who had been grinning like an idiot since receiving the gloves, stepped forward and spoke righteously.

"This time, Lord Tristan is definitely a good person, absolutely!"

Gudako was very attentive and then explained her reasoning.

"Heroic spirits who present relics upon meeting are good Servants; even if they're not in the same party, they won't attack without warning!"

"The senior is saying nonsensical things again."

Mashu retorted mercilessly, but her body still chose to trust Gudako, and she relaxed her stance while holding the shield considerably.

"Fang Xiang, this time I'm definitely on your side, no need to think twice!"

Tristan responded with a thumbs-up, but instead of answering the other question, he simply pointed in a direction and raised his sword.

"Let's go out first, and we can talk more later."

Tristan began to lead the way, and unlike the previous one, he now had three tails following him.

Tristan thought that if he was going the wrong way, the others would point it out, and even if they didn't, it wouldn't matter. He would just follow the direction he remembered and eventually find a village.

The trio behind them unconditionally trusted Tristan, thinking that it was impossible for the Knights of the Round Table to get lost in Britain.

The four of them formed a team and continued forward through the forest until they finally saw an open area. They happily quickened their pace and then fell silent as they gazed at the golden sand and azure sea before them.

"..."

It seems we've been led astray.

Volume 1: Chapter 127, Gudako's Crazy Desire to Obtain Relics (4k)

"How did we end up back at the seaside? Are there ships here? As expected of Lord Tristan, his preparations are thorough!"

Hearing the excited voices behind him, Tristan broke out in a few beads of sweat but didn't reply.

Oh no, how did I get here? Wasn't I supposed to be traveling between urban and rural areas?

Leonardo da Vinci was the first to notice something was wrong, and when he saw Tristan not responding for a long time, he said something.

"Sir Tristan, you don't mean you can't find your way either, do you?"

This statement was immediately opposed by Gudako.

"How could that be? These are members of the Knights of the Round Table. How could they not know the way?"

"Haha, Leonardo da Vinci, that's quite an interesting joke, isn't it, Lord Tristan?"

"..."

Tristan's gaze shifted slightly.

Gudako's smile froze. "Um...could it be..."

Tristan bowed his head: "Sorry, I'm lost!"

"What! How could you get lost! You're Tristan!"

Gudako found it hard to believe; there was no way she could get lost from any angle.

"I don't know what happened either. I did follow my memory, but I went the wrong way. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be lost, unless..."

Tristan shared his earlier guess.

"This is not Britain, or rather, it is not the Britain I am familiar with."

Da Vinci frowned: "Not the Britain you know, Lord Tristan, you mean..."

“That’s right, this might not be the Britain I’m familiar with, but a world that’s called Britain.”

"But we have indeed entered the British Lostbelt. Has Lord Tristan made any other discoveries?"

Mashu was a little confused. Was there a real and a fake Britain?

"Yes, our British planning is very special. Not only are there dedicated planting and breeding areas, but also a core surrounding commercial district. Other places are centered around small groups. It is extremely rare to find such tall trees. There are only a few places where they exist."

“Coincidentally, I knew where those places were and had been there to look for musical inspiration, so I went in the direction I remembered.”

"Actually, I noticed something was wrong earlier, but this result only confirms it. This is not the Britain I know."

“But you say this is Britain. Given the circumstances of your Chaldea, the possibility of you coming to the wrong place is very, very small, unless this is another world with the name Britain.”

Tristan looked up at the sky and said that the Britannian name was the only one that could be used and that could be certified at this level under any circumstances (Chaldea said it was this name, and Tristan was indeed summoned by the will of Britain).

Only a handful of people are qualified: His Highness King Morgan and certain eligible members of the Round Table Knights...

"Ah~ I think I can guess who this Lostbelt leader is."

Tristan scratched his head, but he still needed further information to confirm, so he didn't voice his suspicions for the time being.

"What should we do? We can't keep going like this, can we? Maybe we should split up?"

Leonardo da Vinci said.

"I don't think we need to worry too much. Britain is only so big, and with our physical abilities, we'll be able to get out of there sooner or later."

Tristan was confident, based on his experience, that as long as this place was called Britain, the land was not very big, and it was only a matter of time before they left.

No matter who the manager is, there won't be many forest areas this large; this is a necessary condition for development.

"Haha~ Looks like you guys got lost~"

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the forest, and a figure emerged from behind a tree, walking over in a friendly manner.

"Senior, be careful."

Mashu was in charge of setting up the shield.

"Huh~"

The other person was clearly taken aback when they saw Mashu, but quickly recovered and came to stand in front of them.

"Please don't be so nervous, everyone. I'm a recent graduate who came here on vacation. I heard the commotion and came to check."

The man with short black hair was dressed in normal clothes and had no weapons. The most distinctive feature was the pair of wings on his back.

Those wings didn't seem like something a normal human could have; they were more like...

"Fairy?"

Tristan uttered a sentence.

"That's right, I'm a fairy. This young man has excellent taste."

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Oberon, and I'm a fairy~"

Oberon introduced himself and casually pulled out a document.

"Look, this is my graduation certificate. I am an outstanding graduate of the Academy of the First Trading City of the Fairy Empire. I came here specifically for tourism."

Da Vinci remained wary and did not approach, Gudako stroked her chin with a thoughtful expression, Tristan did not reach out, only Mashu accepted it with complete trust.

Curious, everyone examined it and found that it was indeed a graduation certificate, complete with information, a stamp, and a name.

"These two words... Morgan?"

Gudako looked at the area where the academy leaders were signing and spoke slowly, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Leonardo da Vinci: "Huh, it really is Morgan."

Mashu: "It seems that's true."

Tristan: "Yes, it's Morgan."

The group exchanged glances, their eyes turning to Oberon.

"Who is this Morgan who signed this document? Can you tell me?"

"Of course, no problem!"

Oberon didn't hold back and began his introduction with an innocent and harmless demeanor.

"Morgan is the Queen of the British Fairy Empire."

That was the end of his brief sentence. Everyone eagerly awaited Oberon's next answer, but Oberon tilted his head with a puzzled expression, seemingly wondering why they were staring at him.

"What happens next? Is it just over like this?"

Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, there's more!" Oberon slapped his forehead: "Queen Morgan is the Dean of the Academy."

"..."

The group looked at each other and realized, well, this guy is unreliable.

"Your name is Oberon, right?"

Gudako suddenly poked her head out from behind Mash, swaggered up to Oberon, and opened her palms.

"You want to join our team, right? Our rule is that you have to hand over something important to join."

Oberon was taken aback. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the rule, but rather that the other party was being too direct.

He originally planned to spend time gaining trust after making contact before joining the team, but the orange-haired girl directly said that he could join if he handed over something.

That's too direct, so direct it's like they know something.

"Could this guy also be one of those White Knight's men..."

Oberon couldn't help but think, his face remained unchanged, and after searching his body for a while, he found nothing to give.

The other party wants something, so something too simple won't do. For example, snacks in your arms are definitely not enough. But it can't be simple... What does "not simple" mean? What does "something important" mean?

"Um, could you give me an example?"

Oberon asked with a troubled expression.

"Your weapon fragments, your undergarments, anything will do, as long as it's something you use regularly!"

Gudako had a silly grin on her face.

"..."

For some reason, Oberon felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. After thinking for a while, he took out a pen from his pocket.