Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Shirou Emiya, standing beside her, immediately greeted her with a family greeting, his words shocking Artoria and Kai, who blushed deeply, while leaving Merry silent.

In an era without powerful profanity, Shirou Emiya's output is truly of an extremely high level.

"Go back now, I'll be ready to help."

Shirou Emiya, cursing and swearing, dragged the two stunned people away. Merry obediently followed behind without saying a word, nor did she ask how the attack was carried out or what the specific process was.

Volume 1: Chapter 26. The Nobles Live a Miserable Life (4k)

In the dimly lit room, the noble lord who owned the castle dismissed the maid after finishing his 'battle' and, with the help of the servants, cleaned himself up and lay back on the bed.

Thinking about today's situation makes me sigh deeply. It seems that the king doesn't like him. What should I do?

Although he had cursed a lot before, who wouldn't want to climb up the social ladder and gain a better future? He was thinking about how to deal with the noble lord as he slowly fell asleep.

In a world unseen by the nobleman, a tiny child, no bigger than a palm, sat on his head, its eyes blazing with an unusual red light. It looked around, then looked down at the nobleman, a strange smile slowly spreading across his face.

A small, eerie-smiling doll sits on the head of a person sleeping in a dimly lit room, a sight that truly sends chills down one's spine.

The eerie doll moved, raising one hand to grab a strand of hair beside it and yanking it out!

"Ouch!"

It wasn't very painful, but it perfectly woke the nobleman. He got up, turned on the light, and looked around, but there was nothing there. He scratched his head but couldn't feel anything either. He looked up at the ceiling and looked in the mirror, but still found nothing.

"Strange, could it be my imagination?"

The nobleman muttered something to himself, turned off the light, went back to bed, and continued sleeping.

Throughout this process, the doll remained seated on the nobleman's head, quietly watching him perform his actions.

The nobleman's hand, which was stroking the doll's head, couldn't touch it at all; it passed through like a jet of light.

【····】

As the nobleman was about to fall asleep, the doll reached out again and grabbed a hair.

Suddenly pulled up!

"!!!! What the hell!!!"

The nobleman awoke with a start, and this time he truly felt it—someone was pulling his hair!

I turned on the light, looked in the mirror, but there was nothing there.

He instantly turned his head to look at the bed, where a set of goose feathers made of magical beast down was usually a pleasure to sleep in, but at this moment it seemed to have become a special place, filling the nobleman's eyes with terror.

"Help! Help! Someone come quick!!!"

The nobleman's terrified voice echoed throughout the castle. Footsteps approached from outside the gate, and the gate was kicked open. Several knights rushed to the nobleman's side and protected him.

"Sir, what has happened?" a knight asked after checking around and finding no problems.

"Inspect that bed carefully!" the nobleman ordered, pointing to the bed.

Two knights stepped forward to inspect the property, examining it carefully under the nobleman's watchful eye, but found nothing wrong.

“That shouldn’t be the case. I didn’t feel anything wrong just now…” The nobleman narrowed his eyes. “I’ll rest in another room tonight. You all stay outside the door.”

In another room, the latter only went to sleep after being double-checked by both the knight and the nobleman, while the knights waited at the door.

"This should be alright now, let's go to sleep."

The nobleman, thinking this, lay down on his bed and drifted off to sleep.

In the darkness, the two red dots still remained.

Pull hard!

"Ouch!!"

Tonight is destined to be anything but easy; the castle is destined to be brightly lit.

Meanwhile, at an inn in the city, Shirou Emiya and his three companions were resting for the night.

Four rooms, one for each person! The main selling point is wealth!

In Shirou Emiya's room, the red-haired boy was sitting at a small table, his ten fingers connected by threads that extended toward the table. On the table was a large doll that looked like a nobleman, and on the large doll was a smaller doll, connected to the smaller doll by threads.

【Magic Manipulation: Puppetry - Aozaki Touko Version】

The large doll ran around the table, making all sorts of movements, while the small doll, under Shirou Emiya's skillful manipulation, would pull its hair whenever it wanted.

That's right, Shirou Emiya is playing with the giant doll and is having a lot of fun.

"What's this? It looks interesting!"

A silver-haired girl suddenly appeared from the side, as unexpectedly as ever, and looked at the little baby with interest.

"Let me play!"

"It's possible, but will you be able to control it?"

Emiya Shirou did not refuse.

Meryl gave a thumbs up: "Good job! You've got it all figured out!"

As it turns out, Merry wasn't lying; she really did have a knack for manipulating puppets, and she was even more diligent at plucking fur than Shirou Emiya.

"Don't go bald, I want to play for many more days."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on!"

"Click~"

Just as the two were having a great time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the blonde girl walked into the room. In the instant the door opened, Merlin had already transformed into Merlin.

"Lia, what's wrong? Why aren't you asleep so late?"

Merlin asked gracefully.

Artoria shook her head slightly: "I'm not in a good mood, and I can't sleep."

After saying that, she plopped down on the stool next to the table and stared blankly at the doll on the table. Shirou Emiya handed her some dried fruit from the side, but Artoria just glanced at it and said indifferently, "Thank you, just leave it there for now."

Artoria did not eat.

Emiya Shirou: "!!!!!!"

Meryl: "!!!!!!!"

This is bad, this is bad! They're not even eating dried fruit anymore, this is a big problem!

"Merlin, do you think that person is still alive today?"

"..."

Artoria wanted to ask one last question, hoping for a different ending, but Merlin's silence shattered her last illusions.

"Sigh~~~~~~~"

With a long sigh, Artoria began to slowly and steadily tap the table with her right hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the knocking continued, Merry's expression grew increasingly strange, and she secretly poked Shirou Emiya's abs next to her.

Give her the toys to play with, otherwise she might grab a knife and start attacking people!

Indeed, in Melly's all-seeing eyes, if Artoria didn't do something soon, she would draw her sword and kill someone.

Emiya Shirou rolled his eyes at the other man. What a lousy guy. Why didn't he come up with a solution himself?

Despite his internal monologue, Shirou Emiya still took action, presenting the strangely assembled doll to Artoria and, under her questioning gaze, adjusting the threads on the doll.

[Projection·Special Mental Connector·Mini Toy Version]

The ring-like object was connected to the circuitry and handed to Artoria: "If something happens to this noble doll, it can affect that noble, but only small dolls can be affected. Wear the ring and control it with your thoughts."

After saying that, Shirou Emiya sat down as well: "Do I need to teach you?"

Artoria shook her head, her gaze on the ring somewhat strange. After all, she was a girl, and seeing a ring naturally made her prone to overthinking.

Never mind, Shirou Emiya doesn't know anything... He always thought I was a man, but I was overthinking it.

He shook his head slightly to focus his attention and began to control the little doll in front of him with all his might.

He nimbly got up and first practiced a set of basic knightly martial arts (crossed out) to familiarize himself with them. Once he was familiar with them, he began to move, sliding down his body and swinging his fists from above his head. The speed was so fast that everything in his path turned blue and purple.

Then came the beating. He attacked indiscriminately, circling around the body, leaving no spot untouched, including his best buddy.

After finishing the fight, Artoria stood up, let out a long sigh, took off the ring and returned it, said one sentence and left the room.

"Don't mess around with these things again next time. Lord Emiya Shirou, don't learn bad habits from Merlin. Let's let it go this time."

Artoria picked up the plate of dried fruit and prepared to leave, but after thinking for a moment and realizing she hadn't recovered her mood, she took a few steps and grabbed the backpack containing the dried fruit with her.

"...It seems to have recovered quite a bit, but this is ultimately not a cure. As the Imperial Advisor, shouldn't you take some action?"

Emiya Shirou looked at Merry, who had returned to her girl form with the ring on her wrist, and she started playing around with it too.

"It's alright, it's alright, don't worry about it. It's all part of the process you have to go through to become king."

Merry laughed it off, but what she said was unacceptable to Shirou Emiya. However, considering that she was a famous figure in history, he didn't say anything. Perhaps this was a special way of training her.

However, what Shirou Emiya didn't know was that Merry was also filled with doubt and anticipation at this moment, for a simple reason: the future is constantly changing.

One moment it's a predetermined ending, the next it's a fleeting glimpse of something else. Though the future may be unclear, there is certainly a possibility of change.

In this situation, Meryl couldn't possibly intervene, because that's exactly the outcome she wanted.

"Ahem, I'll take this with me and play with it. I'll return it when I have time."

Mary left with the ring and the doll, her eyes filled only with the joy of finding a new toy.

"Om~"

A message came from a friend he had been exchanging letters with, but Shirou Emiya didn't say it aloud, even though he had originally intended to ask when it would be returned.

【have you slept? 】

For some reason, Shirou Emiya felt a strange sense of familiarity when he looked at the three characters and punctuation marks.

Not yet, I just parted ways with some friends. Is there anything I can help you with?

[Friends? Are you still hanging out together so late?]

In the dimly lit room, Morgan praised herself for her cleverness. She hadn't deliberately asked about his relationships with others during their long conversation, for fear of arousing his suspicion. Today, she finally found a reason to ask.

Oh, Morgan, you're absolutely brilliant! To think of such a simple method!

[It wasn't exactly playing around... no, it was kind of playing around, we actually had a lot of fun.]

Emiya Shirou changed direction halfway through typing, he was definitely just playing around.

[Really? What are you playing? Can you tell me?]

Emiya Shirou pondered how to reply, finally typing: 【We're playing Mortal Kombat, you bastard nobles】

Huh? What game is this? What a disaster!

Morgan fell silent. As a homebody magician, she ultimately concluded that her thinking was too outdated, even though she was only a teenager.

Haha, this seems like a good game. Hope we can play together next time!

[It was really great, I hope we can play together next time!]

Morgan was speechless again. He wanted to ask for more details, but he didn't know how to bring it up.

I wanted to ask more questions, preferably to steer the conversation toward the guys in our group so I could get some information, but I didn't know how to say it.

It's unclear when it started, but Shirou Emiya, who could only communicate via envelopes and could reply at any time, became Morgan's acknowledged 'friend,' even though she hadn't realized it yet.

Outside Morgan's room, Agravan observed everything silently.

He watched his 'mother' lose all composure, but Agravan didn't care at all. His gaze was fixed on only one thing: the envelope, the envelope that allowed him to communicate with that senior.

"I really want to get it, I really want to have a good talk with that senior... I really want to..."

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.

The next day, the chief nobleman in the castle took sick leave and declined all invitations from other nobles, which raised suspicions.

"Investigate! Find me the magician!"

The nobleman, who was perfectly normal yesterday, is now completely wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy. His two exposed eyes are frighteningly red, and he is surrounded by numerous knights who are guarding him closely.