Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Volume 1: 25. Living is not the same as being alive (4K)

What death is like has never been clearly explained by anyone. After all, those who know the feeling cannot express it, and those who do not know the feeling cannot explain it either.

However, if anyone asked again, the butler felt he had a lot to say.

Death is a painful process, during which various images will appear in your mind. These are the body's efforts to keep you alive, attempting to use memories to give the host the motivation to live.

This was very effective; the butler, despite his large wound, crawled more than ten meters and waited patiently for Emiya Shirou to appear.

A deep darkness enveloped me, and my body felt utterly exhausted, but my eyes slowly opened.

"A clear blue sky... I never imagined hell could have such a view..."

"Hmm? Could it be that the injury caused brain damage?"

A merciless rant came from the side. The butler looked up and saw a short-haired boy with scars on his face. He was somewhat handsome, but his words were venomous, and he seemed to be someone from hell.

"Shirou! This guy's awake!"

Shirou? Is he a fellow Grim Reaper? The butler thought to himself, and then he saw the red-haired boy approaching with a bowl of something he couldn't tell what it was, and an incredibly delicious aroma wafted from the bowl.

"You're awake? I've treated your wounds, but you bled quite a bit. Remember to eat well to replenish your strength during this time."

As the red-haired boy spoke, he placed the bowl in front of him. "You're too weak, so just use a spoon to eat it. Don't pick it up rashly."

The butler had originally intended to mock the messenger of hell for being so gentle, but his body was already acting on its own, and he bent down to eat the food frantically.

He greedily finished the food, but it wasn't enough. Another bowl was pushed towards him, and he ate voraciously again. When he finished, the butler looked up and his eyes were as clear as a student's.

He instinctively placed his hands on his chest, and then he remembered everything... not just why he was like this, but also the identities of the people in front of him.

He remembered everything.

Immediately, the butler broke out in a cold sweat. This was bad, this was bad, this situation was very bad.

"Have you regained consciousness? Let's talk then."

Emiya Shirou walked over, his face showing an expression of having discovered everything. The others also came over. The two had already discussed it before bringing this person back, so Artoria didn't look too strange.

"Who are you? Were you killed by the Saxons?" Kai asked.

"Greetings, sirs. I am a resident of this city. I never expected to encounter such a thing when I came out. Thank you for your help."

As expected of a noble butler, the other party quickly clarified his thoughts and even came up with a good reason.

Kai didn't suspect anything; this kind of situation was all too common.

Artoria extended an invitation: "I see. You haven't fully recovered yet. Why don't you come into the city with us later, so that nothing else goes wrong?"

The butler was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly remembered something and shook his head: "No, thank you for your concern, sir, but I can walk by myself. Today's incident was just an accident."

"If possible, may I take a horse with me? I want to get home as soon as possible to let you know I'm safe."

His survival was purely accidental. Now, his biggest worry is his family. He has already decided to go home, take all his money, and leave immediately.

They took their families and children to the king's city, found a place to stay, and lived a peaceful life.

"Sure, please go ahead."

Artoria did not try to stop him, and the others said nothing, watching the butler ride away on horseback.

The group exchanged glances. Shirou Emiya and Merry got up and went to use magic to dispose of the remaining corpses, as leaving so many in the open was not a good idea.

Kai went to collect equipment and herd the horses together, while Artoria stared blankly in the direction of the castle, the smell of gunpowder from the war in the wilderness filling her nostrils and making her feel a mix of emotions.

"Aristocrats...do they really have to be like this..."

During the battle, she discovered a portrait of their four-person traveling group. The portrait was made of special, high-quality materials, engraved with magical paint, and the noble seal left on it revealed its origin.

Artoria was puzzled as to why they had to do this, when she knew she wouldn't do anything.

The battlefield cleanup and sweep didn't take too long. Looking at the more than one hundred horses and dozens of equipment bags in front of her, Artoria raised an eyebrow. With Mely's magic, these horses wouldn't run around, but their speed was definitely slowed down.

There was nothing that could be done now, so they could only continue on their journey with more than a hundred horses.

The originally scheduled time was successfully doubled due to the Saxon attack, and it took four hours to reach the outskirts of the city. Artoria looked to the side and saw beautiful new houses. Every Briton resident who appeared had a healthy body and a good spirit.

"Didn't make it..." Artoria murmured, her feelings a mix of emotions.

Without a suitable reason to speak up, things won't develop the way she wants, and the outcome won't be what she envisions.

This is how to do ah.

"Is this the new city? It looks pretty good."

Looking at the imposing city gates and the residences of the residents outside the city, Kai said this.

"Before we find a place to sleep, let's deal with these horses. Should we sell them or wait for someone else to take them over?"

"Wait a bit, let Meryl write a letter and give it to the nearest knight so he can take over."

As for what to do next, Artoria looked at the castle with a cold gaze: "Let's prepare for the banquet. I'm sure someone has already made arrangements."

A lot has changed~ Merry smiled and cast a magic spell, sending away a paper crane carrying information.

The horses were controlled by magic, and the group strode toward the castle. There were no conspicuous people on the way, but they could sense that someone was watching them at all times.

At the castle gate, the nobles had been waiting for a long time and rushed to greet the newcomers.

"Oh! My dear King and the magician Merlin, and two great knights, please forgive me for not being able to greet you at the city gate. I express my deepest apologies."

Despite the nobleman's humble attitude, Artoria merely raised her head slightly, her majesty dissipating: "Thank you for your hard work."

There were only three simple words, nothing else, which completely baffled the nobles.

According to other nobles, this shouldn't be the case. The king should be full of benevolence, so why does he seem somewhat indifferent?

"Alright, alright, please come in."

Without a second thought, the nobleman, his expression unchanged, welcomed everyone in. Their first stop wasn't the restaurant, but a room.

“Great King, these are the supplies I am going to donate. Please accept them.”

The room, which was only a few dozen square meters, was filled with treasures that looked like gold coins. It was estimated that there were at least a million gold coins in it. These were all pledges of allegiance from the nobles.

"Sure, I have some plans for the future. Do you have any objections?"

Artoria's tone was devoid of enthusiasm, as if the gold coins couldn't stir any emotion in her.

The nobleman clearly hadn't expected this outcome and instinctively tried to fight for his own interests: "Your Majesty, I don't object to the plan itself, but I'm afraid the people below will object."

"It's enough that you don't object. Other knights will take over here from now on, and you just need to cooperate."

"The banquet venue is over there, let's go."

The nobleman swallowed back the words he was about to say. Seeing the king's complete lack of willingness to communicate, his worries grew even more, but there was nothing he could do now but obediently lead the way.

At the banquet, all the nobles of the city came, and even nobles from other cities, such as the nobles they had encountered when they were spying with Emiya Shirou.

At the banquet, Artoria displayed the demeanor of a majestic queen, causing many nobles to avoid her and instead whisper among themselves where they could not be seen.

The host nobles here wanted to ease the atmosphere but were powerless to do so, so they could only make awkward small talk or chat with others to break the silence.

"Mr. Merlin..."

Mary turned and left without pausing for a moment.

"Mr. Kai..."

"Hahaha! What's up?"

Kai could chat for a bit, but when it came to Artoria, his eyes would dart around and his left and right brains would start fighting each other.

"I don't know why Wang is angry, and I seem to have some guesses, but my guesses are probably wrong. I might be able to help in some way, but the chances of me being able to help are slim."

In short, after a series of strange conversations, Kai pointed out a clear path: Shirou Emiya, who was elegantly eating nearby.

"That person is closer to the king than I am. If you have any questions or things to say, it's better to talk to him than to me."

After going around in circles, they returned to the scene they least wanted to see, and the nobleman's face turned green.

Just kidding. With their noble intelligence network, how could they not know about this guy's relationship with the king? To be honest, this guy is second only to Merlin in terms of influence and communication.

There must be a reason why I don't want to look for him: this guy is a complete and utter enemy!

The so-called 'good plans' made by those cities were all the work of this man. It can be said that the worries of the nobles were caused by this red-haired man. Unless absolutely necessary, no noble wanted to come into contact with him.

"Haha, it's fine if we don't contact him. Just do everything as normal."

Kai noticed the nobleman's hesitation and suggested that he turn away.

The unfortunate nobles had no idea of ​​Emiya Shirou's strength; the short-sighted bunch made no sense.

"Lord Kai..."

Watching Kai leave without looking back, the nobles tried to stop him but received no response. In the end, they could only sigh and adjust their mindset to walk towards the person they hated the most.

"Lord Shirou Emiya, I wonder if you enjoyed the food at this banquet?"

"Not bad, it's high quality for the food you're eating, which shows you have good taste."

Emiya Shirou smiled and raised his wine glass in acknowledgment, speaking in a proper and conventional manner, but the nobleman clearly did not see it that way; he sensed that the other party was mocking him.

Who is he? He's a powerful, wealthy, and pleasure-seeking professional aristocrat. Any response that doesn't loudly praise him would be considered mockery, let alone such a conventional one.

The nobleman thought to himself, "They're mocking me."

"Haha, then Lord Emiya Shirou, please eat more." The nobleman said, forcing himself to speak, as if he had made a major decision.

"Um, has Your Majesty been having some troubles lately? I wonder if Lord Emiya Shirou knows anything about it. I think I can help."

"A worry?" Shirou Emiya tilted his head slightly, pondering for a moment. "It seems there is indeed something..."

The nobleman's eyes lit up, awaiting the next answer.

“There have been protests in many cities lately, and Wang is quite troubled by it.”

"You are also a nobleman, do you know anything about this? Could you offer some advice?"

Emiya Shirou kept staring at the other person as he spoke, making the nobleman feel uneasy.

"Haha, this is really troublesome. How could someone as insignificant as me possibly have any good ideas?"

"I won't bother you any longer, Lord Emiya Shirou. I'll be going now."

The nobleman fled quickly, only to find himself drenched in sweat afterward, his underwear completely soaked.

Talking to that guy was like facing a monster! It was absolutely terrifying!

After leaving Shirou Emiya's side, only one nobleman did not go: Artoria, the great Queen of Britain.

The nobleman wanted to get closer but dared not, and after much hesitation, he did not go over until the end of the banquet. If it weren't for the farewell at the end of the banquet, there probably would have been no contact at all.

"Great King and Your Excellencies, this banquet was held in haste; the next one will surely be more perfect."

"It's a pity that none of you stayed in the castle. You must come and stay there next time you have the chance."

“I look forward to the next banquet,” Artoria replied formally, but this already excited the nobleman greatly.

Led by a nobleman, the four walked out of the castle gates and passed a knight returning from outside. Shirou Emiya's pupils instantly contracted; that aura…

Artoria, Kai, and Merry all sensed a familiar presence. Just as the two in front were about to stop, they heard Shirou Emiya's voice.

"Take two more steps, and don't rush to turn back."

After walking a couple more steps, they came to a bend in the road, and the line instantly dispersed, with each person craning their necks to look around.

At the castle gate, a nobleman was talking to a knight, who handed him a familiar ball of yarn.

The pure white thread was untouched by any trace, yet it exuded magical energy that represented value. However, everyone remained silent, for they all recognized the magical energy fluctuations—they belonged to Shirou Emiya.

Coincidentally, Shirou Emiya recently projected something that fits perfectly, and the only user of that thing is the butler in the wilderness.

"···Hahaha!"

The sound of rapid breathing came from Artoria.

The petite blonde girl was panting heavily, her hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, her pupils bloodshot, and her teeth biting her lip.

Why! Why! Why do you have to do this!

There was absolutely no reason, absolutely no reason, why did they do this!

These guys just wantonly take away other people's lives, just wantonly take them away!

"Bastard, you inhuman, wretched beast, ************."