Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

It wasn't until dusk that Artoria and Kadu returned with their prey, and only after Melly's magic notified them did they leave.

During this time, Shirou Emiya and Lancelot had become inseparable best friends, and he took the opportunity to learn all about Lancelot, including his mother, the girl from the lake, her moves and attack range, what she liked to eat, what fun things she did as a child... he knew everything.

Emiya Shirou led the way back to the room they had left, where Artoria and Kai were standing, still wearing their armor.

"Your Majesty, Lord Kai, this is Lord Lancelot. Merlin should have already explained the reason and the information, so I won't go into details."

After a brief opening remark, Shirou Emiya turned and left the room. He was going to clean up the game he had brought back that day, and Merry was waiting for him there.

As for the people in the room behind, their interactions under various circumstances also become part of the main theme.

Go for it, Lia!

As it turns out, even without Shirou Emiya and Merry present, there's no need to worry about communication.

Aside from Kai being somewhat disappointed—which was understandable since he was the one leaving with everyone else—the knights here would definitely be led by someone else.

Sending him back to Wendelu was unrealistic, and Hector didn't have much time, so this important position ultimately fell to Lancelot, who had just arrived.

In Artoria's words, "The moment I saw this guy, I knew he was very reliable and would definitely become a valuable assistant in the future."

After their initial exchange, both sides had a good first impression. Merlin would also arrange to communicate with Artoria that evening, and after the communication, they decided to wait for Hector to arrive before discussing the matter further.

Then came the waiting; a few days later, Hector would arrive with his men.

That morning, Artoria, Kai, Merlin, Shirou Emiya, and Lancelot arrived at the city gate to wait. After a while, groups of people began to appear on the distant edge.

"coming!"

Having not seen her 'family' for a long time, Artoria felt inexplicably excited. She mounted her horse and headed ahead to meet them, with the others quickly following.

At the front of the line, Hector saw the approaching person from a distance, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart. He wanted to ask how she was doing and if she was hungry, but the words stuck in his throat. Finally, when Artoria came in front of him, he said something.

"Your Majesty, we have fulfilled our mission. Knight Hector has arrived with his men."

Hector dismounted and performed the knightly salute, which diminished the excitement on Artoria's face. Yes, she was now the queen.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Hector. Please come with us into the city. The accommodations for the others have been arranged. I'd like to give you an overview of the current situation."

"Yes!"

Ultimately, identities are different. One may be able to relax in private, but one must always be mindful of appearances.

The others who came with him were arranged by Kai and the city's nobles, while Ector went to a room with the others. Along the way, Ector kept glancing at Lancelot, observing this young man he was meeting for the first time.

This person's strength is not to be underestimated; he actually makes me feel a little threatened. Not bad, not bad.

“Lord Hector, this is Lord Lancelot. I will be traveling soon, and once I have acquired territory, the Knights Order should be formed. I recommend Lord Lancelot to lead the Knights Order.”

"What?" Hector asked again, his expression stiff and somewhat dazed.

"This is a decision I made after discussing it with Merlin. Lord Lancelot is capable of handling this task, but Lord Hector will need to put in a lot of effort."

After being repeated, Hector finally realized he hadn't misheard. He looked at the king in front of him, then turned to look at Lancelot, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

“Well, Your Majesty, I understand your thinking. The strong should be in the right place.”

"But I still suggest not making a decision so directly. It would be better to... go through a process to get everyone's approval."

He racked his brains to find the most appropriate way to say it, because this method was really bad. The knights had followed him all the way, and now a leader had suddenly appeared. Wasn't this ridiculous?

"Form?" Artoria asked, puzzled.

In response to the girl's question, Shirou Emiya explained, "Through a contest or similar event, we can show everyone Lancelot's strength through actual actions. The appointment will be much easier then."

"After all, even if you didn't achieve great things, you still put in a lot of effort. It's like when you suddenly assigned someone to manage me and Kai. Just look at it that way."

After the explanation, Artoria immediately understood: "I was too hasty. Then let's arrange a competition, and the reward will be the position of Knight Commander of the Knights Legion."

Hector breathed a sigh of relief. This was acceptable; anyone could accept this outcome.

But this red-haired kid... seems a bit off.

Emiya Shirou stepped forward to speak, and Artoria quickly accepted, just like any other day. This indicates that the other party has a very good relationship with the king or is recognized by him.

It seems I need to find Kai to find out what's going on.

Hector hurried out of the room, thinking that he needed to tell others about the competition. Merlin had told him on the way here that the journey couldn't be delayed.

The exact duration of King Arthur's travels in history is unknown. Shirou Emiya has discussed this with Merry, who only vaguely mentioned a period of at least ten years, without specifying the exact duration of such trips involving several people.

Shirou Emiya remained silent at that moment, after all, he couldn't guarantee that the dream would last that long, a duration that had never occurred before.

"What?! We have a boss now?"

"What a joke! We were the first to join, we came all the way from the village to here, we helped so much along the way, why should a boss suddenly appear from above!"

"That's it!"

In the room, Hector sighed. Just as he expected, he took a deep breath and solemnly reminded him, "This is the king's decision, and didn't I say that this is a contest, not a direct placement of positions?"

"If you have the strength, defeat the others. Only the victor will be the Knight Commander!"

"Get some rest early tonight, and prepare for the competition tomorrow afternoon."

The door slammed shut, and the dozen or so people looked at each other. One of them sneered, "A knight raised in a big city and a knight from a small town, the two of them are going to have a contest."

“Besides the few who were already there, there’s only that guy with purple hair wearing pure white armor.” The man gestured with his hands, “You didn’t see it, that greatsword is so big! Wider than my head!”

The unexpected thing is, what's the difference between this kind of competition where the result is obvious at a glance and being directly parachuted in?

The thought of how hard they worked to help manage the territory, only to find that after they gained control of it, they couldn't even get a knight commander position, and that was from the very beginning.

“Lord Bedivere, you and Lord Hector have a good relationship, why don’t you go and talk to him… even if it’s just to establish a few more knightly orders?”

All eyes turned to the one-armed knight. Bedivere smiled wryly: "These are the King's words, and do you think Sir Hector would not stop him if it were possible?"

The conversation then veered back to the leader, but Bedivere had no desire to get involved in such matters.

Despite losing an arm at a young age, his strength is top-notch here, and he strongly agrees with this choice of prioritizing strength. In war, the enemy will not spare your life because of any connection, so it is better to follow the strongest knight.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. If you have any questions, you can ask Wang directly."

Bedivere's words silenced anyone who wanted to continue speaking; the other person could only shut up and choose to sleep. As for someone like Wang Wen, that was impossible.

the next day.

The knights who came from afar looked at the sumptuous meal in front of them and smiled with satisfaction. Finally, finally, they were eating food of this caliber.

Many of them were of noble birth, and they knew that an improvement in the quality of food meant that everything was gradually getting better, which was a good thing.

"Don't say things like 'I didn't eat enough so I don't have the strength.' Even though we come from the lower classes, we can't lose face."

Hector came over with a bowl of meat soup and sat down. He leaned over and whispered, "I've heard that many management positions will be reshuffled. If you have any thoughts, you can tell me."

And this good thing? !

Many people's eyes lit up. This sentence made all the difference. You see, many people here didn't want to fight. After all, running on the front lines and risking their lives was nothing compared to the comfort of managing things from the back. Not only could they come into contact with more nobles, but they could also obtain intelligence in advance to help their families.

This is fantastic news!

The resentment that had arisen last night gradually dissipated, and many people wore smiles on their faces.

In the afternoon, news of the first Knights' Fighting Tournament being held in the city spread like wildfire. As more and more people curiously approached to take a look, the small spaces originally arranged were no longer enough. After some discussion, it was decided to requisition a square in the center of the city.

“It’s good to have a large crowd. It’s a good opportunity for the king to go up and practice. Properly demonstrating his strength can reassure the people and allow them to get to know their king,” said Shirou Emiya.

Whether in modern or ancient times, entertainment has always been essential, and the Colosseum in the ancient West appeared and lasted for a very long time.

"Then let's do it! But who should I fight?"

Upon hearing that it would benefit the people, Artoria immediately agreed. However, a problem arose next: who would she fight?

She's a queen now, so her opponents can't be too weak or too low-ranking; there aren't many people like that.

Emiya Shirou shrugged. "How about Lancelot or Hector? Those two are barely acceptable. If all else fails, fight Merlin. With your status, just impress people in this type of competition."

Artoria was torn, but in the end she chose—Merlin!

It wasn't that she wanted to fight, but after Shirou Emiya dug deeper, he realized that she participated as the king for only one purpose.

[To demonstrate the king's majesty and build a sense of security for the people!]

Therefore, after some explanation, this competition has transformed from a simple election for commander of the Knights into the first display of the British king's authority.

"You're making your presence known again, are you going to come out?" Meryl whispered, resting her chin on her hand as she hid in the shadows.

Volume 1: Chapter 19. Shirou, Targeted by His Best Friend (4k)

From the moment Artoria and Melie decided to enter, the first Knight Commander Tournament was no longer centered on the 'Knight Commander'. What was originally intended to be the core was pushed aside and became a foil to the battle between the King and the Magician.

However, it's understandable. After all, how can someone like the Knight Commander be compared to the Great King? Some even suggested canceling the match between the Seven Seas Commander and letting the King and Merlin fight it out.

“There is no conflict between them. The king needs to demonstrate his presence and strength, and so does the Knights. After all, the king cannot travel all over the country, and the Knights are ultimately the core.”

As Shirou Emiya said this, he casually pulled out the blueprints he had made in three minutes.

"Let's start with a chaotic battle between knights to liven things up, and then have the king and Merlin fight at the end. Keep it simple for the first time."

“However,” Shirou Emiya said, looking at Artoria, “don’t get carried away, use your magic beam attacks more often.”

This future King Arthur is still very young and prone to fighting recklessly. This competition is taking place in the city, so it would be interesting if the beam cannon accidentally hits other houses.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Artoria said.

"Time is tight and the task is heavy. In order to save time, we will use magic to create the venue this time, so as not to disturb tomorrow's trip."

"magic?"

When magic was mentioned, everyone looked at Merlin, because this time the magician was the one who performed the most amazing tricks.

"It wasn't me~ It was my apprentice, Emiya Shirou-kei."

Merry walked up behind Shirou Emiya with a smile, and what she said made everyone fall silent. The most surprised was Hector, but he was also the most at ease.

"Oh, they're one of our own. Then there's nothing to worry about," Hector thought to himself.

Arriving at the chosen location, which is on the edge of the city, it is an excellent location both in terms of future planning and current arrangements.

[Projection - Magic Element Amulet!]

With a raised hand and a soft murmur, blue magical patterns spread from the heart to the palm, gathering to form a small rectangular wooden plaque.

"But!" The moment the sign appeared, Mary's eyes widened. What did she see? There was something on that little sign that piqued her curiosity.

"My origins are not suited to controlling the elements; I must borrow some external forces."

Emiya Shirou hung the sign around his neck, and it fell right onto his heart. Surprisingly, the originally blue magic began to slowly turn into a mixture of yellow and silver.

He took a step forward, placed his hands on the ground, and transmitted magic to cover the desired area. The earth writhed and gradually shaped itself like clay.

"Oh~ As expected of Lord Emiya Shirou, with this skill, there's no need to worry about accommodation. By the way, why didn't you show it before? Were you afraid we'd have a comfortable place to stay?"

Kai praised while simultaneously offering sarcastic remarks, his tone full of admiration.

Only by spending a long time with Emiya Shirou and becoming friends can one truly understand the other's prowess; this is what Kai is thinking now.

“This ability seems to be useful in war,” Artoria thought differently.

Lancelot didn't react much, after all, his mother was a skilled magician, so this wasn't too surprising.

What no one noticed was that Merlin, who was usually all smiles, was unusually quiet at this moment, not saying a word, his eyes fixed on the small sign that marked the transit point.

Once the set was completed, everyone began to inspect it. Merry appeared out from behind Shirou Emiya like a ghost.

"Apprentice, let me see this sign."

Emiya Shirou was a little puzzled, but he still handed it over: "Remember to return it to me later, in case I need it."

"okk~ By the way, you were using projection magic, right?"

"Yes."

"I remember that the projected object in projection magic must have been seen before, which means you've come into contact with this thing?"

As she looked around, Mary spoke, then looked up at the other person and asked, "Who made this? Is it convenient for you to tell me?"

Rune script is the basic engraved magic circle. No, this is not simple rune script, but primordial rune script. No one in the world possesses this ability, not even her.

"It was casually made by a senior colleague. I found it interesting at the time, so I studied it and learned how to make it. That senior colleague's name is ***."

Shirou Emiya didn't hide anything, but when he mentioned each name, Merry heard garbled text and beeping sounds in her ears.

Mary looked up at the sky. Was it you who came to stop it? Or was it triggered passively?

"Elements are everywhere in the world. They are a very few existences with infinitely low but infinitely high status. They are so low that no one can defeat the one who controls them, and so high that the one who controls them is invincible."