Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Not only does she appear and speak gently, but she also cuddles with him all the time, and even brings him delicious food while drooling. However, Shirou Emiya has to put in even more effort later on.

In short, Artoria has been acting strangely lately.

It was time to set off again, but this time the group didn't run on foot; they all had horses.

"Everything is ready, and the destination has been determined. We are ready to depart at any time," Shirou Emiya reported after checking everything.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Lord Shirou Emiya." Artoria nodded gracefully and responded with a smile.

Kai, standing next to him: "......!!!!"

Kai looked at the completely different way of communicating, turned to look at his 'sister' and then at his friend, his expression instantly freezing.

Damn it, what happened?! Why do they sound like they're talking so strangely?!

While Kai was shocked, the eyes of the usually quiet Merry showed only pleasure.

Isn't this scene hilarious? Shirou Emiya, unaware of the opponent's gender, is carefully dealing with the situation, while Artoria, completely clueless, is making reckless moves.

This scene is absolutely hilarious!

The gentle smile of Artoria, the growing wariness of Shirou Emiya, the bewildered shock of Guy, and the delighted Merry—these are the individual states of the four.

"We've been encountering more and more enemies lately, almost every day. Is it because we're getting closer to the northern core area?"

Emiya Shirou started the conversation.

"It will take some time before we get close to the core area, if we follow Merlin's lead."

Artoria shook her head in rebuttal, took out a map and handed it over. It showed the route led by Meli, which was like a scribble with no destination in sight. It was determined to visit all the cities in the north before approaching the core area.

"Indeed, at this rate, it could take another two years."

"It's alright~ The journey might be delayed, but there will be plenty of enemies," Meryl said confidently, popping her head out.

"Who wants to run into enemies? I just wanted to travel normally," Emiya Shirou retorted.

Can't you see that most of them are riding horses now? This isn't to avoid the enemy, nor is it because they find walking tiring. It's to make it easier to manage those who surrender after the battle, and also to make it easier to recruit people from other cities.

These changes were made in response to the frequent appearance of enemies.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Several years have passed, and Artoria is bound to be noticed." Melly shrugged, indicating that it had nothing to do with her.

The group sighed. Yes, as more cities were added and the territory gradually expanded, the name of the King of Britain spread far and wide, making it difficult to avoid being noticed.

In that great castle in the north, Vortigern was quite displeased at the moment.

"Are you spamming me? What do you mean by 'King Arthur wiped out your 10,000-strong army in three years'?"

The Saxons below knelt on the ground, their heads falling heavily as they frantically kowtowed: "Great King! I haven't said a single lie, absolutely not! That bastard British king already owns dozens of cities, so it's perfectly normal for him to defeat my 10,000 troops in three years!"

Vortigern was genuinely laughing at this moment. No, I don't know how many people you have under your control.

You only have a little over a thousand capable fighters in your tribe, and you're telling me you've lost ten thousand in three years? What happened? Did you include the pigs your tribe ate?

"Boss, you have to believe me!"

The Saxon was still kowtowing frantically when Vortigern raised his hand and grasped it!

"boom!"

The headless Saxon fell to the ground, and the hall fell silent.

"My not coming out doesn't mean I'm stupid, and my not giving you forceful orders doesn't mean I don't know anything."

Vortigern coldly swept his gaze across the sweating Saxons: "Pass on my orders to prepare to declare war on that British queen. Doesn't she want to travel? Give me all the strength to launch an attack!"

Volume 1: Chapter 28. The three armies mobilized, and all the wise men gathered (4k)

In a nearby city, near the northern city of Vortigern, three Saxons who looked like generals gathered together.

For now, they will be referred to as No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3.

At the table, Number One glanced at Number Two and Number Three and said, "Since you're all here, please sit down. Let's talk about what to do next."

Number Two sneered: "I told you before, we can't treat that British king like a fool, but the boss wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, he's dead."

They, the Saxons, were already cooperating with that British fellow, and he was the key figure in the matter. To try to be clever in this situation was simply foolish!

That's right, these three were the Left General who was casually strangled to death by Vottigeng. He had three generals and three thousand warriors under his command.

Although there is a big gap between them and the tens of thousands that are being talked about, their strength should not be underestimated. And there are a total of five such teams in Vortigern!

Number Three: "Stop making sarcastic remarks. Think about how to salvage our image. If we don't come up with a solution soon, we might have to join another chieftain's tribe. Then we won't have the status we have now."

These two idiots are still complaining at a time like this. If they don't come up with a good solution soon, something bad will happen.

The other four teams are all watching from the sidelines, waiting to devour them.

Number One sneered: "Isn't the reason this time the same issue? The new King of Britain? As long as we deal with the other side and bring him to our heads, who will dare to cause trouble then?"

He slapped down several intelligence reports: "The intelligence is all here. We know exactly what that guy looks like, what he's been up to in recent years, his main territories, and his guard teams."

Seeing the shocked looks on Number Two and Number Three's faces, Number One revealed a smug smile.

Haha, those two dimwits. The moment the leader got into trouble, he started buying intelligence from people, all to prepare for what was to come.

That guy who suddenly contacted us is definitely something, not bad, not bad. We'll continue to buy information from him.

"So? You mean we should make a move? You go first?"

Number Two didn't look up after reading the intelligence. Everyone knows the reason, but who would step up?

All three of them have subordinates, and they can currently keep each other in check, but things will be different when they take action.

If things are resolved well, Vottigan will reward you, so you'll definitely not lose out. But what if you fail?

There are only a few simpletons among those who can be called kings. If they fail, any losses would mean being swallowed up. Besides, whether it's number one, number two, or number three, none of them trust the other two.

Who wouldn't want to be the leader of the five largest tribes? What if one of them wins, but the other two come along and steal the spoils?

Even colleagues and partners who have worked together for many years dare not gamble that the other will not do such a thing.

The other two noticed Number Two's sarcastic attitude but didn't refute it, because they thought the same thing.

Just as the surrounding environment froze and everyone was at a loss, Number One chuckled coldly: "Heh, I knew you would do this! That's why I made a plan long ago!"

He then snapped up three more intelligence reports, the names on them being: [The Blonde Kid King Trio], [The Major Core City Recently Occupied], and [The Old Base Territory City Planning Map].

The three intelligence reports were very simple; you could understand them just by looking at their names.

“As I just said, I have already gathered the intelligence. The core of the British King’s territory consists of three parts: the area of ​​the recently conquered cities, the cities that were previously conquered, and the last traveling trio, namely the blond kid named Arthur, the knight Kay, and the magician Merlin who accompanied him.”

Number Three frowned: "I heard it wasn't a group of four? There was also a red-haired chef, right?"

Number One shook his head: "The intelligence is here. That chef is just a chef. What use is a chef? He's not within our scope of action."

"And also, shut up! Let me finish!"

Number Three scratched his head: "Ouch..."

Forget it, you have the intelligence, so you're the boss.

“I know we don’t trust any of us, and I don’t trust either of you, but we have to take action, otherwise what awaits us is a slow death.”

Number One slammed his hand on the table and stood up, looking sternly at the other two: "We have no choice; we must stand together now!"

"The three of us will each lead our troops out together! We'll launch a simultaneous attack from three different angles! The enemy will never expect a surprise attack, and then we'll bring three victories upon ourselves, and everything will be fine!"

Number One spoke with great emotion and excitement, as if everything he did was for the sake of the three of them.

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After a moment of silence, Number Two sighed, "Well, that's all we can do."

Number Three nodded: "There's no better way right now. Let's work together and use the corpse of that new British king as a stepping stone."

Seeing that the other two agreed, a look of joy flashed in Number One's eyes. Their agreement meant that they approved of the plan, and he would definitely take the lion's share if it succeeded, since it was his idea!

Number One: "Alright! Let's choose our opponents!"

The three main directions of attack are the traveling quartet, the recently conquered territories, and the core of the previously conquered territories.

Number Three was the first to point out: "I'll choose their hometown. It's the deepest and most dangerous place. I won't compete with you for the easy ones."

Damn it, who wants to fight? We'll just cut through the enemy lines, loot the way, and then retreat once they show their face at their castle and a few dozen of their people are dead.

We'll be able to recover a lot of supplies without losing too much strength. It would be amazing!

As for those noble forces, yeah, he has over a thousand men under his command, who would dare to stop him for no reason?

Those nobles that nobody wants to deal with?! Impossible! Hahaha!

After Number One made his choice, Number Two reached out and said, "Then I'll choose the territory I've recently conquered. Since it's newly conquered, there must be forces stationed there, and those forces certainly won't be weak. I'll take care of this dangerous territory."

Hahaha! You two idiots! Territories that only charge fees are bound to have a lot of problems. It's common for old masters to be dissatisfied with new masters. Once you get there, just contact the people inside and launch a pincer attack from both inside and outside, and you'll easily take it over!

Most importantly, this area is still within the northern region, so we can retreat at any time if there are problems. If we show up and the intelligence is not right, we can just retreat!

After choosing from options two and three, there was only one option left that seemed difficult, thankless, and without any financial reward: the British Kings trio.

Looking at the result, Number One sneered but his eyes were full of joy: "You two took the most lucrative part and gave me this most useless one. But I'm a good guy, so I'll just have to suffer a little loss this time."

Hahaha! You two idiots!

This is a dream combination of the King of Britain and a magician. If we can win them over, it will be an incredible achievement!

Most importantly, this new King of Britain has already caught Vortigern's eye. What use are the other territories if they haven't caught his eye?

Most importantly, when he was buying information, he knocked on the door and asked the travelers about their strength, and the reply he received was as follows:

"That British blond king? He's a complete weakling. What kind of strength do you expect from a teenager? I can crush him with one hand!"

"Merlin, the Magician of Flowers? He's an idiot. I can take on ten of them by myself!"

"The remaining knight, Kai, and the cook? The former isn't even worth my attention; what strength do you expect him to have? As for the cook, he's alright, but that's about it. What kind of fighting power can a cook possibly have?"

The black market intelligence dealer, whose blond hair was faintly visible beneath his cloak, commented that the accuracy of the intelligence made Number One completely believe in it.

Thus, the targets chosen by the three men did not conflict due to various coincidences, which greatly increased the speed in the initial stage.

Each returned to their respective tribal encampments, greeted each other, and began packing their supplies, preparing to bring back victory for their king.

The three of them are, of course:

Number One — King Arthur, teenage Artoria, chef Shirou Emiya, knight-errant Guy, and the unlucky, trashy magician Merlin.

Number Two — The Unknown Knight Gawain and his more than one hundred elite knights.

Number Three — I heard that Lancelot, a knight with decent skills, was formerly known as the old guy Hector, and in the end, he was just a rookie knight who stayed in his hometown and never went out.

Well, everyone has a bright future.

Three years after the rise of a new British king, the Saxons finally broke their comfortable lives and began to take action again, targeting the other half of Britain's territory.

Three teams of a thousand men each headed in different directions. Such a large operation naturally attracted a lot of attention, and everyone was wondering who the enemy was.

Most people are just watching the show, while some have other ideas.

In some unknown forest, Morgan looked at his most trusted 'son' with great satisfaction.

“Agravin, I have received reliable intelligence that a thousand-strong Saxon force has set off, their target being the British King’s Traveling Four.”

"This time, I want you to lead a group to join forces with that Saxon team for an attack. I've already taken care of the arrangements for you. When the battle begins, you'll only have two tasks."

As another rightfully appointed king of Britain, Morgan had followers, however few, but none at all.

"Take care of Arthur, and ensure the safety of that red-haired chef... When you see that red-haired chef, just tell him you want to eat monster meat, and he'll understand."

Morgan handed some magical and command tools to Agravan, giving him careful instructions.

You can't be careless. A battle with a thousand players is no joke. What if you accidentally kill her chatbot?

Morgan has changed from initially suppressing her desire to make Artoria uncomfortable by initiating conversations, to now actively initiating conversations with the core message of "I'm curious about that Emiya Shirou." Everything has changed except for her unwavering desire to collect him.

Morgan himself didn't even notice these changes.

"Yes! I will make sure he doesn't get hurt!"

Agraven accepted the magical and command items, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said something rather odd.

"Yes, you are the child I trust the most. Go, Agukwen."

I have complete confidence in Agguwen Morgan and have no wild thoughts whatsoever.

Agguiwen wouldn't let her down; his usual rationality and serious attitude towards work were enough to reassure her.