Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Meryl stroked the horse and whispered in a voice only she could hear.

Curiosity about the future filled Ban Yen's mind, making her eager for time to pass faster.

"Sorry, I thought too much."

Artoria snapped out of her daze and gave Shirou Emiya a grateful look. Now was not the time to think about such things, and what did she have to worry about? With Lord Shirou Emiya and everyone else around, any problem could be solved!

After a brief exchange, the three continued their challenge and soon arrived at the third trap site. They stopped to observe and took out three portions of food to eat together.

The terrain was wavy, and Shirou Emiya and his two companions were at the highest point of the third wave. He was waiting for the Saxon in front to reach the deepest part of the second and third waves, and for the leader-like person who was originally in the middle to reach the highest point of the second wave.

"The core of this strike is the people at the front. There are two objectives: first, to eliminate more of the enemy's manpower, and second, to deter the rest."

Artoria tilted her head and asked in confusion, "What if they keep chasing us? We've already gambled twice."

"No, it won't happen." Shirou Emiya shook his head, quite confidently.

"Both times he used others as bargaining chips, but the third time he was left with only himself. As a leader, he must have the most basic rationality, which is that the mission can fail, but he must live."

"Only the living can be criticized and accept the consequences of losses; only the living can continue to enjoy the benefits of their current status."

Emiya Shirou gazed at the distant forest road and muttered to himself, "I know these people too well, too well. They wouldn't gamble with their lives, especially with something this risky. Maybe they would if it were a little lower, but two-thirds of them died twice. Who would gamble like that?"

"Is that so?" Artoria didn't ask any more questions and quietly ate her meal while waiting for the Saxons to arrive.

According to the plan, there will be a running race and even a battle to be fought later.

This time, the leader learned his lesson and deliberately slowed down to maintain a certain distance from the leading troops, but not too far, to ensure that he could arrive quickly with a full sprint.

At the same time, he was very satisfied with the terrain of this area. The vanguard was positioned separately from him, with one of us on a lower ground and the other on a higher ground.

In this situation, he could advance with peace of mind. He had already planned that if there was another attack, he would immediately retreat if the enemy attacked from the front, and if they attacked, he would withstand the charge, because if they attacked him, the front troops would definitely be entangled with him.

When it comes down to hundreds of people fighting three, the advantage is in my favor!

With this thought in mind, the number one leader remained completely calm.

As it turns out, Shirou Emiya had a complete grasp of these people's thoughts, and anyone who knew this would surely feel a chill run down their spine.

Who would have thought that a seemingly harmless cook could have such a profound understanding of human nature? The contrast is truly terrifying.

"Don't worry about me."

Taking the fruit from Artoria, Shirou Emiya stared intently into the distance, where heads were already appearing, and the leading group had begun to enter the pit.

More and more, more Saxons entered, and Shirou Emiya rose, raising his hand.

Seeing the obvious gap in the heads behind the Saxon crowd, he knew the time had come.

[A volley of magical cannon fire]

“Buzz!!!!”

The magical vibration that had already occurred caused the magic circle to appear and launch silently, without any sound during the process, just like a silent firework, only covering a huge area and making a huge roar at the end.

"Boom!!!" +10

The scene was recreated, and the already low-lying area became even lower. The number one leader, who had just reached the top, saw ten magic bullets fall down, seemingly wiping out all the charging Saxon warriors in one wave. At this moment, apart from scattered cries of agony, there was no other movement.

"·····withdraw!!!"

Without any hesitation, the number one leader turned tail and ran with the rest of his confidants and men, completely ignoring the red-haired man among the top three on the other side who was waving and mocking them.

You guys are amazing. You wiped out almost all my men in two attacks. I'm scared, okay? I chickened out!

"Retreat! Go back to the King! Tell him that Britain has the power to destroy nations!"

The number one leader led the way, shouting loudly, especially emphasizing the words "destroy the country," as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

His confidants followed closely behind, and after understanding the meaning, they also shouted out things like the follow-up plan to destroy the country, and the attack that could knock Voodoo out of its seat with a single blow. In short, they said whatever was powerful and frightening.

But the remaining people were not just confidants; they also had other subordinates, most of whom were the leaders of the two waves of attacks.

So when the number one leader led his men on a wild run, these people deliberately slowed down and even turned around to look for the wounded who were chasing them. When they passed the area that had been bombarded for the first time, the number one leader did not stop and shouted to pass through. Some people stayed behind to regroup the troops.

Their actions were correct; gathering the survivors was a necessary move, and the leader tacitly approved of this outcome. However, what he was really thinking was that the three monsters should catch up quickly and kill everyone behind them.

This is better than keeping it, for him.

However, things didn't turn out the way he expected. Among the three who followed, Artoria was about to intervene but was stopped by Shirou Emiya.

"These people are here to gather the remnants of the army. Don't worry about them. It's more beneficial for them to go back alive than to die."

"But before that, I need to give you a warning. If you do this later..."

Emiya Shirou whispered something to Artoria, who then nodded repeatedly with an expression of praise.

The three men steered their horses closer to the remnants of the defeated army, leaving a backup man in front of them, who watched the three men nervously.

"So, Saxons! Wars don't start suddenly, nor do they end suddenly! This time, you attacked, and I was forced to retaliate!"

Artoria steered her horse out, coldly looking at them and speaking loudly.

"But out of humanitarian considerations, I will let you go as long as you promise me that you will not harm any villages along the way and instead go straight back to your hometown!"

"···"

The Saxons remained silent, looking at the three unharmed men, then at the remains of their brothers and the wounded around them.

They chose to dismount, bend their knees, and lower their heads.

"Your Majesty, we agree to a deal with you: we will not attack any villages on our way home. We beg you to allow us to return to our homeland."

Artoria maneuvered the horse back and forth, the sound of its hooves echoing in the hearts of all the Saxons.

"Yes, but remember this: magic will observe whether you succeed, and I have the ability to make you pay the price."

The surrounding Saxons did not look up, but bowed their heads in gratitude.

Artoria, Shirou Emiya, and Merry exchanged a glance, nodded slightly, and then controlled their horses to leave, leaving behind a group of Saxons kowtowing.

The first wave of attacks followed the same tactic: the Saxons didn't make a mistake, keeping their knees bent and heads bowed, just like before.

Without stopping, the three quickly caught up with the leader and his group, who were rushing towards the first wave of traps.

Volume 1: Author's Note on Release - Thank you everyone

It's going to be available soon, and first of all, thank you to everyone who has been following along.

To be honest, I still don't know how many people are following this story. I haven't asked the editor, for fear of affecting their mindset.

But I'm doing well now, and I only have one thought and one goal: to finish telling this story.

The tentative plan is as follows: The Avalon Trilogy (The Garden of Avalon, Morgan's Fairy Britain, and the Knights of the Round Singularity), and the Fourth Holy Grail War (Sakura Summoning as the main event, Shirou Emiya as a substitute, and a parallel world template).

In Demonic Frontier (you can see Shirou Emiya as the core, transforming into a horned god [the one from Fairy Britannia], fighting against Tiamat, and then having one of his arms torn off, with Tiamat running over to take care of him. This is a scene where the same body is summoned, similar to the setting where Rin Tohsaka is summoned and then replaced by a god).

It's basically a story that interweaves special locations and Lostbelts with everyday life (mainly a school Holy Grail War and a love triangle between characters), creating a complex and interwoven plot.

Lastly, thank you all for reading. Once it's published, it should maintain a minimum of 6,000 to 8,000 views.

However, it will probably still be around 4,000 words per chapter. 6,000 words might become 3,000 words for two chapters. This is mainly because I personally prefer a higher word count, otherwise it's easy to feel like the story is too bland and affects the reading experience. Please forgive me for this.

That concludes my author's post-launch remarks. I'm begging for first-day subscriptions! It's fine to let the book rest, but a first-day subscription lets me know that someone is reading it, which greatly boosts my confidence and makes me incredibly efficient at writing!

Volume 1: 34. Emiya Shirou: I am everywhere and yet I am everywhere (4k)

The sky was a beautiful blue. Today was a good day. The number one leader had passed through here when he set off with all his belongings some time ago. Now, a few days later, he was passing through again.

The situation and attitude are somewhat different; he was so arrogant then, but now he's in such a sorry state.

When they arrived, there was a group of over a thousand people that seemed to stretch endlessly. Now, there are only about two hundred people behind the number one leader. Even including the people behind them, there are no more than four hundred. The number of people with combat power is estimated to be around three hundred.

"Run! Run! It's too dangerous outside! Let's get back and cling to someone's leg!"

"Damn it! No wonder the king hasn't attacked other British territories. It turns out he has such offensive capabilities. It's terrifying!"

The number one leader rushed to the front, feeling like a fool. His own king hadn't even come out to fight, so why was he being so reckless?

I'm such an idiot!

Something's approaching from the sky!

The leader suddenly sensed danger from the sky and turned to see ten huge, familiar magic bullets hurtling towards them.

Oh, what a beautiful scene... This thought came from the leader who caught the magic bullet in the face.

"Boom!!!!"

"The magic cannon has finished firing. Ten cannons lined up in a row and hit the core. Now we will begin the second battle to eliminate all those who refuse to surrender. I am too exhausted to continue."

On the high ground, Shirou Emiya lowered his raised arm, sat down heavily on the ground, looked up at Artoria, and said.

"give it to me!"

Artoria charged down with the Sword in the Stone in her hand. Merry looked up at the sky, then turned to look at Shirou Emiya. After muttering these things, she followed Artoria's footsteps.

"War doesn't start suddenly, nor does it end suddenly! You've lost this time! Kneel down! I won't take your lives!"

Artoria shouted, but the only response was the Saxons who charged at her with their weapons.

As the leader's last loyal followers, they were not afraid of death. The leader was dead, and there was no need to go back. It was better to die like warriors on the road to battle.

This is praise!

"I understand this is your choice."

Artoria felt no regret, no anger, only admiration and approval.

This is an affirmation of the loyalty of his subordinates and their courage.

The battle was not over yet, and another small-scale war broke out between the Saxons and the Britons, but this time it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

On one side was Artoria, who was slashing people, and on the other side was Merry, who had sneaked up to the crater of the first magic bullet. A look of amusement appeared on the man's face.

Was the magical fluctuation transferred away at the last moment? Or did the life-saving magical item fail to save him?

I don't know, maybe the future will provide the answer.

Meanwhile, Shirou Emiya was recovering his strength, and with a relaxed mind, he was already thinking about the situation in the other two places.

However, Shirou Emiya's worries were probably unnecessary. After all, with Gawain, Agravure, Lancelot, and Hector as his four strongest fighters, it was the enemy who should be afraid.

Closer to the border, in a castle that had only recently been conquered, Gawain was busily setting up defenses.

After receiving the king's intelligence, Gawain did not rest, but instead made proper arrangements for the people and prepared combat supplies.

At the same time, he received an unexpected piece of information: his mother's son, his brother Agravivan, was on his way.

This intelligence was conveyed by Morgan, who instructed him to coordinate an attack from within and without, determined to destroy Artoria's territory.

However, judging from Gao Wen's current behavior, his choice is self-evident.

The only question now is what his brother, Agruven, thinks.

“If Agravan really wants to become an enemy, and persuasion is ineffective, then there is nothing that can be done.”

As an older brother who loves his younger brother and a child who listens to his mother, Gao Wen shouldn't have acted this way.

But doing these things goes against the chivalry he learned from childhood. Those who are recognized by the Holy Sword have the power to uphold the righteous path in the big picture.

Perhaps Morgan knew all along, or perhaps he didn't.

Outside the city, Gawain waited alone for Agguiwen's arrival. Whether by chance or not, a figure appeared in the distance at noon, and Agguiwen arrived with his men.

The brothers, who had never met before, looked at each other. Gawain casually rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword, a gentle smile on his face.

"Minister Agguiwen, welcome."

This is an attempt to win someone over; only close associates would address someone as "卿" (qing).

Agguwen dismounted, a slight smile flashing across his serious face—a reaction to seeing a loved one—before disappearing, a reflection of his own personality.

He pulled a letter from his pocket and handed it over, saying calmly, "This is the king's order."

?

Gao Wen was taken aback for a moment, but still took it to examine it.

His expression changed gradually as he listened to the content: surprise, then a smile appeared on his face, and Gao Wen nodded in satisfaction.

Very good, no need to intervene, this little brother of mine is one of us.

"Hahaha! Turns out it's one of our own. I almost didn't know what to do."