Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

There was no mockery or belittling, only the facts: Kai, far away, had a rare moment of rest.

"Hahaha!"

He raised his arm, which had completely lost all feeling, and felt the blood vessels bulging in his thumb, but it hadn't burst open. He was panting heavily, and his brain had stopped thinking.

Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?

Looking up at the white and red figures already locked in battle in the distance, Kai gripped his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the red figure, and lifted his foot.

charge!

A knight is someone who knows his own weakness, but will still charge into battle against a powerful enemy!

"Hahaha, my dear friend, you are indeed extraordinary! If it weren't for the automatic defense magic on the Holy Sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to react just now."

The two weapons clashed again, Lancelot said as he struggled with them.

"This is your skill; not just anyone can gain the Holy Sword's approval." Emiya Shirou's power began to increase.

“If it were you, you could succeed too,” Lancelot suddenly said. He felt the Holy Sword in his hand was unwilling to fight, something that had never happened before.

"Is that so?" Emiya Shirou didn't show much emotion, simply chatting while they were grappling with each other.

"Our battle will soon be over, after all, this was never our home ground."

"That's a pity." Lancelot's gaze never left the person in front of him. "Then I'll have to work even harder!"

"oh!!!!"

After saying that, Lancelot began to increase his strength, and his magic began to surge. Seeing this, Shirou Emiya jumped back to create some distance and reached into his pocket to take out a red card.

"Beep beep! You fouled!"

The momentum he had been building up vanished instantly. Lancelot stared at the red card and slowly uttered, "Huh?"

"Have you forgotten the rules we agreed on? Everyone except the King and Merlin is forbidden from using magic. Your magic power is practically an engine!"

【····】

Lancelot remembered that he had indeed said that before the match.

“Damn it!!!!”

"Ha! Ha! Keep going!"

Kai finally arrived, stepping over Lancelot who was looking up at the sky with a disappointed expression, and rushed towards Shirou Emiya.

"Come on!" Emiya Shirou gave him an approving look and raised his sword to meet him.

Hearing the clanging sounds coming from not far away, Lancelot let out an even more desperate wail.

The battle did not last long. Apart from the ordinary knights who fell early, Kai was already at his limit. Lancelot fouled and entered the fray, and Shirou Emiya could not delay for long, after all, he had other things to do.

After pushing Guy away once more, Shirou Emiya didn't make another move and said, "The match is over, Guy."

"Ha..." After taking a deep breath, Kai nodded and remained silent, resting on the spot.

Emiya Shirou looked around. The knights who had fallen early had already gotten up. No one left, no one approached, they just watched from the outside.

From the public's perspective, it was very satisfying to see Lancelot defeat so many knights by himself, and it was also very satisfying to see Shirou Emiya fight for so long.

In short, this match between the knights was quite good.

"Ahem! The knight competition is now officially over. Next up is the competition everyone's been eagerly anticipating! The competition between the King and the Flower Magician!"

Emiya Shirou activated his amplification magic, symbolizing the end of the 'Knight' part of the Knights Commander's role and the imminent appearance of the King everyone had been eagerly awaiting.

"Thump! Thump! Step! Step!"

Strange music began to play, and all the knights retreated to the pre-arranged area, knelt on one knee, lowered their proud heads, and quietly waited for the one to appear.

tread!tread!

A tall white horse, clad in armor, slowly emerged, its hooves striking the ground like thunderous drums. On the horse rode a man of average height but imposing stature, fully clad in white armor interwoven with blue and gold, with the legendary sword of kingship at his waist, mysterious and sacred.

"Hahaha!"

As petals rained down, Merlin appeared, and at that moment the crowd arrived.

"Oh!!!! Merlin the Magician!!!"

"Ah!!! I'm going to give birth!!!"

"Ah~ such stunning beauty, I'd give anything for just one look at her~"

With high popularity, mystery, and top-notch looks, it's no wonder the public is so fond of Merlin.

"Well then, let's get this battle started sooner~" Melly smiled at the crowd, successfully taking down a group of people, and gracefully strolled into the arena.

"Your Majesty, please show mercy!"

"I will." Artoria drew the King's Sword from her waist, raised it to her face in a standard knight's charge stance, magic surged, and the sword was gradually enveloped in white light.

[Ex---Curry Stick!!!] (voiced by Meryl).

A beam of light illuminated the sky, replacing the sun that had been there, and visible holes appeared in the clouds. This was the power of the British king!

Strength! Strength! Strength!

Reality has once again proven that the former king's choice was correct, and it has also swept away the shadows left over from the past years. At this moment, these people and knights firmly believe that the future of Britain will be even brighter.

The battle between Artoria and Meli involved no skill learning whatsoever; the entire fight consisted of light cannons appearing, which Meli dodged—and so on in a loop.

There's no skill involved, only the beauty of the numbers.

Emiya Shirou left early, firstly because he needed to pack up the travel supplies as a logistics officer, and secondly to answer some final questions for old York before leaving.

"This stay isn't too long or too short. This process will probably be the norm from now on. Do you think Leah will be able to get used to it?"

The four said goodbye to the people seeing them off at the door. On the way, Melie looked at Artoria and asked.

"Yes, to be honest, I don't feel like I've done anything."

Artoria scratched her head awkwardly. She wasn't lying; this time she genuinely felt she hadn't done anything, as if a knight had suddenly jumped into her arms.

However, there was one person who contributed the most. Looking at that red figure, the girl narrowed her eyes and felt rather pleased.

I don't know where that unreliable guy Merlin got Shirou Emiya from, but he is so capable, wise and experienced. Especially after becoming one of his own (Meryl's apprentice), the plans he made and the things he did all revealed two words.

reliable!

"Ahem, I lost this time, but I'll win next time."

Kai slowed his pace to keep up with Shirou Emiya, rubbed his nose with his fingers, and said unwillingly.

"The challenge is minor, but let me make it clear beforehand that you can't disturb me when I'm busy."

"I know—by the way…cough cough, please point out any problems with the later battles."

Kai hesitated for a long time before finally speaking haltingly. Unlike his usual sharp tongue when they were familiar with each other, this time it was an acknowledgment of Wu Yi's skills.

Faced with the boy's honesty and request, Shirou Emiya naturally wouldn't refuse, but he still responded humbly.

"These are minor matters. Everyone has their own way of fighting. Don't worry too much about what others say, as long as you're on the right path."

"I feel that Kai is very suitable for the skill-based type. He could explore the use of force and magic support more deeply."

After giving advice, I didn't say anything more. It's better to avoid plain language and motivational platitudes; it's better to provide answers through practical actions and personal experience.

Artoria, at the front, showed an expression of approval; Kai, inwardly admiring; and Meli, at the back, found the scene quite amusing.

Logically speaking, in normal history, they would also have stayed in this city and conquered it, only in a different way.

But that guy still didn't come out.

The result can still be implicated, but the appearance of a Heroic Spirit now will obviously affect the future, so why doesn't it come out?

Meryl stroked her staff, a hint of worry flashing through her mind, wondering whether she should continue to probe.

"Forget it, I'll just have to behave myself for now, otherwise I'll be the one who suffers the most when things get corrected."

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This battle between the King and Merry was unimaginable. Since the late King left, not counting Vortigern, this was the first time such a sky-shattering attack had occurred.

In the north, in the castle of the lowly king Vortigern, a king sat on a tall and magnificent throne.

"Has the King of Britain appeared? He seems to have already set foot in the northern territories. How boring."

"Your Majesty! Do you want us to make a move?"

A Saxon man stepped forward from his seat; this was a rare talent among Vortigern's generals.

"Okay, but be careful of Merlin."

Vortigern waved his hand casually, his tone showing no concern for the King of Britain, only a gritted teeth when he spoke of Merlin.

But it's alright. As long as we come back for a while, even if the old guys who have already died are resurrected and Merlin comes along with them, it won't matter.

Just come back some more time.

Vortigern closed his eyes, his breath steadily penetrating the earth.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In an unnamed castle in an unknown location, there lived Lady Morgan, whom I had met once before (on one side).

"Oh, so it's a comeback publicity campaign. That's interesting."

"However, it's still lacking something. Let me add some seasonings, and it will definitely taste even better!"

Unknown magic circles filled the room, and a container filled with a strange liquid of unknown purpose came into view. Morgan seemed to be able to see things that normal people couldn't, and he stared at the container and laughed.

Volume 1: 21. [Great Qin Heavy Industry · World · Peace Mushroom · Ultimate Magic Edition] (4k)

Time is the cheapest thing in the world of travel; it slips away unnoticed. More than a year, almost two years, has passed since Artoria's first adventure.

Many things happened during this time. For example, the number of alien races and monsters encountered increased significantly, and more knights joined the party. Among them, the strongest and most outstanding knight was a knight named Gawain.

The wielder of the Sun Blessed Holy Sword is the third Holy Sword wielder after Artoria and Lancelot. Although he has not reached his peak, his strength is already terrifying. He once single-handedly pierced through an incoming wave of enemies at noon.

It's as simple as slicing tofu with a knife.

In addition, Gawain's arrival also brought a gift, not for Artoria, but a gift for the King, specifically for Emiya Shirou.

A special magical envelope, a magical envelope with remote chat capabilities, which Gawain said was sent to him by a young girl who was extremely fond of him.

This is a lie.

When Shirou Emiya asked about the other person's identity and whether they were related to Gawain, the other person showed a conflicted expression, and Shirou Emiya knew that there was definitely something wrong.

However, he didn't expose what was going on, but instead communicated with her in a normal manner, since Gawain was a good person whom Melly recognized.

And that was indeed the case. The magic envelope wasn't a big problem; it didn't contain any tracking magic. Shirou Emiya used it as a mobile phone chat to relieve the fatigue of his life.

"Lord Emiya Shirou, what are we having for lunch today?"

Having shed some of her initial naiveté, Artoria walked in with a more composed demeanor.

Putting away the envelope, Shirou Emiya pointed to the steaming mound of earth behind him: "Special Beggar's Chicken, made from the demon chickens that just attacked."

As she crouched down to feel the intense heat, a delicate fragrance wafted out, and Artoria was filled with anticipation.

"Emiya Shirou-sensei always manages to come up with new ideas; it's good to have been to so many places!"

That's right. Because he usually takes out too many things that don't belong to this country, Shirou Emiya and Merry lied and he claimed to be a multi-country traveler.

"Stay tuned, it won't be too bad this time either."

However, the Demon Chicken is not an ordinary chicken, so it's better to take a longer time.

Emiya Shirou stroked the hilt of his sword, wanting to use it to check on the chicken, but after thinking about it, he decided against it and planned to check on it later.

Artoria didn't leave, but instead sat down beside him, directly on the grass.

"Ok?"

"Emiya Shirou-sama... is now a convenient time...?"

Upon hearing this, Emiya Shirou knew something was up. "You have some free time. What's bothering you this time?"

Artoria hugged her knees and looked up at the sky, which resembled a vast blue sea: "Hmm, there's a slight problem..."

Emiya Shirou sat down next to him, took out some jerky from his backpack and handed it to him: "Tell me about it."

The actions of sitting down and handing over the dried meat were practiced and familiar, clearly not the first time.