Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

In a castle in an unknown location, Morgan is in his room, with two envelopes and numerous projection magic spells in front of him.

The projected image shows the three people who are trying to escape, and this is being monitored by the familiar.

"Why not run away? Why stay together under these circumstances?"

Morgan stared at the red figure in the image and muttered to herself. Because of the implementation of the future plan, she couldn't remind the other party, otherwise it would be easy to be exposed.

But she had told the Saxons not to pursue or attack the red figure.

"If you just run away, everything will be fine. If you run away now, that guy can't say anything to you, but... why go to so much trouble?"

On a projected screen, the magic cannon that Shirou Emiya had set up in advance was clearly visible; Morgan had already discovered everything.

However, she won't tell anyone. At most, she'll just tell them the location. As for traps or anything like that, well, she's not a dedicated intelligence agent.

Besides, what if her pen pal gets hurt? That's not the outcome she wants to see.

“Agraven is heading to another city, and judging from the direction, he’s going to meet up with Gawain. Am I overthinking this?”

Because of his trust in Agravan, Morgan did not use his familiar to track him. It was only when he saw that Agravan was not in the Saxon army that he realized that the other party had not acted according to orders.

Morgan was initially surprised and unhappy until she found Agravan and discovered that he was moving toward the city where Gawain was.

At that moment, Morgan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Was he planning to join forces and cut off any escape route? No wonder he was Agravivan.

Apart from not replying to messages, everything is moving in a positive direction.

very good!

Morgan awaited the outcome with satisfaction. She had already seen that the Saxons were no match for her, and then her two sons would take care of the king who had usurped the throne.

"Everything is moving in a positive direction, that's great!"

They picked up their wine glasses and swirled them elegantly. The liquid reflected the image in the projection, showing that the 'escape' trio had reached the first trap location.

"Get out of here quickly, don't fire the first trap!"

The plan had been arranged in advance, and Shirou Emiya reminded them to prevent anyone from forgetting and slowing them down. The group quickly rushed out of the area.

Soon, the Saxon troops arrived, and the men at the front charged without hesitation, perfectly embodying the spirit of "I'd rather die than give up."

The leader in the middle was cautious, and after seeing that there were no problems with the people in front, he sped up to catch up. The middle class at the back remained obedient and neither sped up nor slowed down.

The pursuit continued. The Saxons were brave and skilled warriors, and those who made it this far were all strong and capable. Especially with the added advantage of the opportunity to change their future, they even closed the distance between themselves and the warhorses ahead.

"Wow, these people are really going all out. It looks like the leader of the group must have promised some benefits."

Emiya Shirou looked at the numerous figures that had grown from the size of sesame seeds to the size of soybeans, but his tone wasn't particularly anxious.

The three traps are neither too close nor too far apart, and the speed of the warhorses is sufficient to cover them.

"To be honest, this is the first time we've encountered a battle of this scale. It seems quite interesting~"

Because the journey was too boring, Meryl tried to find something to talk about, but was then teased by the other two.

Artoria PS Shirou Emiya: "Keep quiet."

"..."

Ugh! How boring!

Mary screamed inwardly, which was why she disliked fighting—because nobody paid attention to her at that moment.

However, Meryl's words still made Artoria think. Looking at Shirou Emiya on the horse next to her, she suddenly realized that he was the great hero in this matter. No, from the very beginning, he had always been the great hero.

"A great contributor... The king cannot mistreat his subordinates, so what reward should he give him..."

As Artoria pondered, the three reached the second trap area. Shirou Emiya raised his hand in advance to slow down, and the warhorse gradually slowed down, finally stopping at a high position.

Looking at the countless heads covering the mountains and fields in the distance, Shirou Emiya remarked, "There are so many people."

"Yes, under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible to fight like this."

Artoria nodded. To be honest, she was quite surprised at the moment. She had actually agreed to such a risky plan. Was she a little too impulsive after being rejected three times?

Emiya Shirou watched the main force approach indifferently, without any urgency. He even took out some food to replenish his energy, since enhancement magic is very energy-consuming.

"No rush. Let's attack the last personnel and see what they choose."

As Shirou Emiya ate, he waited for the enemy to reach the designated position. Then he felt a gaze coming from the side; it was Artoria.

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Emiya Shirou took out another one and handed it to her. Artoria happily accepted it, her cheeks slightly flushed with shyness, her gaze a little too revealing.

Then Shirou Emiya felt another gaze from the other side, from Merry, who was there to join in the fun.

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What could he say? He just handed it over and that was it.

While replenishing their energy, the three of them also served as targets to attract attention. The group of people who were the number one leader in the Saxon team soon saw this scene, and an idea instantly popped into the leader's mind.

It's a scam!

His instincts, honed during the battle, almost made him shout, but he held it in for a simple reason: he couldn't shout right now.

Or rather, there's nothing he can do right now except encourage others!

Necessary expenditures are inevitable for the future, and the leader should be mentally prepared.

In his high position, Shirou Emiya gazed at the surrounded leader across the distance, a hint of disappointment on his lips.

"It's a pity. If we had fired a volley, we could have taken them all down, but we couldn't. What a shame."

The two words "I regret" express Shirou Emiya's disappointment at this moment. He raises his gaze to the back of the group and waits quietly.

Artoria didn't urge her. Melly had already run to the magic cannon. She wanted to observe how the magic cannon was fired, not for any other reason than to collect it for fun later.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... five minutes later, the last person in the line disappeared. Emiya Shirou raised his hand, making a pistol gesture, and aimed at the next group.

[A volley of magical cannon fire]

"Boom!!!"

The surging magical energy caused the magic cannon itself to vibrate, and three magic circles emerged and circled around it. The huge magic egg rose into the air without making a sound.

That's the advantage of the magic cannon—it's very quiet.

Among the Saxon team, the number one leader was the first to notice something was wrong. Ten bright, large balls flew out of the forest ahead and rushed towards them in a beautiful arc.

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"This is bad! Full alert!"

As soon as the leader finished speaking, ten magic eggs, which were launched silently and without any sound during the process, but exploded violently upon landing, crashed to the ground. The huge roar and shockwave knocked over everyone who was nearby.

Each shell causes an absolute impact with a diameter of ten meters, a serious injury impact with a diameter of fifteen meters, and a wounding impact with a diameter of twenty meters.

Ten shells wiped out most of the last remaining core force, leaving a large trench on the ground that symbolized absolute power.

"The effect is very good. Because of the dense crowd, the damage has actually increased. Most of the serious injuries within a 15-meter radius have disappeared after the impact of the shock wave, and the minor injuries within a 20-meter radius have turned into serious injuries."

Shirou Emiya, who was watching the effects from the high ground, nodded in satisfaction. "It's good, the effect is very good."

"This power... is unbelievable."

Artoria exclaimed in surprise, while Shirou Emiya rolled his eyes at her. Goodness, this power is only so-so at best; it's only good enough to beat up weaklings.

Besides, you, who then unleashed a beam of light dozens of meters long, still have the nerve to exclaim in amazement? If I didn't know your personality, I would have thought you were mocking me.

“It’s normal for Lia to be surprised. After all, weapons of this power are not common in this country. Here, most people reach this level of individual strength.”

With a mischievous grin, Merry leaned over and nudged Shirou Emiya's waist with her elbow: "Hehe, how about we exchange weapon recipes? The benefits will be huge!"

"Research is research, but don't send it out randomly. Promise me and I'll communicate with you."

Emiya Shirou did not refuse. He knew that if Merry wanted to make something like this, it would be easy for her, since the principle was very simple.

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Mary assured him, patting her chest.

"Then come find me after this is over."

"Speaking of which, that person is looking this way. What do you think their choice will be?"

Shirou Emiya suddenly pointed into the distance, where the number one leader in the crowd was looking in their direction.

Artoria: "From my perspective, I would retreat immediately to prevent greater casualties."

Meryl offered a different perspective: "I think he'll keep charging, betting that we, with only three people, aren't capable of launching another attack like this."

Emiya Shirou nodded: "Merlin and I share the same idea. He chased us all the way, and he would be unwilling to retreat if we only attacked once."

Just as Shirou Emiya and Merry had expected, the Saxons immediately stopped attacking after the attack ended, and the leader closest to the attack range looked grim.

What kind of attack is this? It wiped out over three hundred men in one go! Those were over three hundred elite troops specifically there to prevent enemy attacks from behind!

One strike! No! It was destroyed in just one attack!

Damn it! When did Britain develop such offensive capabilities? Did all those noble magicians rush to our aid?!

"Chief, we..."

After stopping the front-line troops who wanted to go to the rear, a trusted aide came over and asked what to do next.

This kind of powerful attack is no joke; it's no exaggeration to say that if it were aimed at them, all the adults here would disappear.

If that kind of attack were to saturate one area, even the leader would be wiped out!

The leader's expression shifted repeatedly as he looked up at the three figures still standing there, one of whom was even pointing at him!

In a moment of intense tension culminating in unwavering resolve, the leader made his move, drawing his sword with a whoosh and raising it high: "Continue the attack! The previous attack didn't cause much damage!"

"I hereby promise! Not only will those who are captured receive my current position, but everyone else who contributed will at least become a squad leader!"

These words completely reversed the silence, turning the atmosphere into utter frenzy among everyone at the front!

Unlike the initial promise, this time everyone will be promoted!

"oh!!!!!!"

"oh!!!!!!"

Amidst a roar like a tsunami, the Saxon troops resumed their pursuit, their eyes fixed on the three figures high above.

When they saw the Saxons charge again, the three men on high ground turned and ran without stopping for even a second.

Just kidding, those eyes looked like they wanted to devour them. Why wouldn't they run away and wait to be caught?

"Why? We've already suffered such heavy losses, why are they still chasing us?"

Artoria was completely baffled. This was not a decision a normal leader should make.

They recklessly pursued the enemy without knowing their location, and after suffering heavy losses, instead of retreating to scout the situation, they continued the pursuit.

This is simply not something a commander should do.

"That's normal. The core of this team is to catch you, because the gains from catching you can offset the losses, or even make a big profit."

"There's also the gambler's mentality of 'we still have the advantage, and everything will be fine once we catch up.' It's normal to make this choice under these circumstances."

Emiya Shirou offered explanations and advice from the side.

"There's a saying among businessmen: as long as the profits reach a certain level, they're willing to sell their lives. The same applies to war: as long as the gains outweigh the losses, it's feasible, even if the outcome hasn't been achieved yet."

Artoria seemed lost in thought. Meli, standing beside her, looked up and down, her gaze shifting between the sky and back again, as if she had been struggling with something. But in the end, she opened her mouth and added.

"It has different meanings in different periods. This is how it is considered during wartime, and it is also how it is considered when governing a country. When you want to deal with certain things, you have to pay the price for the group. This is a choice that is easy to encounter from the perspective of a country."

After saying that, Meli didn't say anything more, just smiled and watched Artoria think to herself.

Emiya Shirou glanced at Merry in surprise; it was rare for this guy to tell the truth.

"I share the same view on this. Governing a country is very troublesome, but there is a solution to everything. If losses are caused, just provide more compensation. This is the simplest solution."

Shirou Emiya added a comment, then left Artoria to think for herself.

However, seeing the increasingly confused look on the other person's face, Shirou Emiya quickly patted the other person's shoulder: "What I mean is that we're here for you. Just communicate with us when the time comes. There's strength in numbers, and we're sure to find a reasonable solution."

There are still hundreds of people chasing us. Don't let your mind wander and cause your fighting strength to drop, or something bad will happen.

This is the reason why Shirou Emiya spoke again.

Mary watched with amusement, but a different image flashed deep within her pupils: on one side, the war continued; on the other, behind the villages that had sacrificed everything for the war, the roaring and silent knights, the solitary figure of a king…

"The established future should not change under normal circumstances, but... is that really the case?"