Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

On the other hand, just as the other party said, the guy who gave up everything is still alive and hasn't been held accountable. Some of them have even started to accumulate wealth through family connections.

"Impossible! Abandoning everything is impossible! If... if that's the case, I'd rather die!"

Some people feel this is not good and ultimately don't want to give up, wanting to fight for a future.

"Death, is this your decision?"

Emiya Shirou was playing with the cool-looking [Projection Smoke Mirror Detector (Evil-Specific Edition)] emitting black mist in his left hand, and the detector even started transmitting images.

"They'll do anything for their own benefit, raising taxes tenfold in the name of the country, forcing everyone to sign indentured servitude contracts... and even... harming children!"

The nobleman's expression froze instantly, his shock undisguised.

With a whoosh, Shirou Emiya drew his sword and slashed at the nobleman's knee, easily passing through without any resistance.

With a thud, the nobleman fell to the ground, trembling as he looked at his severed wound and reached out his hand, followed by a wail.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! My legs!!! My legs!!!!"

"My lord!" The knights who came with him angrily attacked, but were all blocked by Emiya Shirou, who pushed them hard and made them fall to the ground.

"asshole!"

The fallen knight angrily rose and charged again, only to be blocked by Kai, who uttered emotionless words.

"Instead of overestimating our abilities, we should save the fat pig lord who is about to die. After all, he can't hold on for long with this amount of bleeding."

Kai's reasons for coming up were simple: first, he trusted Shirou Emiya, as he had already said, and second, he was genuinely worried that Shirou Emiya would get angry and use assassins, as Shirou Emiya truly had the ability to kill these people instantly.

Shirou Emiya's sudden attack was truly frightening; not only the remaining two nobles, but even Artoria was caught off guard.

Mary, on the other hand, smiled and seemed unsurprised.

"and many more."

The fallen nobleman's knight wanted to be bandaged, but was stopped by Shirou Emiya, who came to his side with his sword. The bright red liquid made a sticky sound under his feet, and Shirou Emiya lifted his foot and wiped it on the other man's body in annoyance.

No one dared to move; the knights waited patiently.

"Want to live?"

Emiya Shirou looked at the fallen nobleman, whose reply was...

"what!!!"

The screams continued.

"ignore me?"

Emiya Shirou muttered in annoyance, then swung his katana again, plunging it directly into the other's mouth.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you want to live?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

The words of the devil echoed in his ears. The nobleman wanted to nod frantically, but as soon as he moved his tongue, the blade cut him. The pain made him stop nodding and he could only signal with his eyes.

"Very well, then are you willing to give everything to buy your life?"

'The devil's smile!'

That's the devil's smile!

The nobleman groaned inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only try to ignore the bleeding thigh and force a smile and nod.

"very good."

Emiya Shirou nodded in satisfaction, drew his sword, turned to the other two nobles who were already terrified, tilted his head and smiled: "And you two?"

! ! ! !

"Yes! I promise, sir!"

"That's right! That's right! We followed the adults' point of view perfectly, it's fantastic! We should all give our all!"

Watching the two quickly slide to their knees, Shirou Emiya looked at the detector in his hand that emitted a cool black aura no matter who it was pointed at, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Volume 1: Chapter 36. Miss Morgan Remains Confident (4k)

Soon, news of the new British king's victory over a thousand Saxon troops spread like wildfire. Soon after, news of Gawain, Hector, and Lancelot's victories over two other thousand-strong armies arrived, astonishing all the onlookers.

In addition, several other news items have been reported, such as Gawain wielding a knife and killing five hundred people with one hand, the new fierce general Agravan, and Lancelot killing a Saxon general with a hoe. The most sensational news is that the "Red Devil" cut off the thighs of three nobles.

As for the reason, it was merely closing the city when the king wanted to help, which truly lived up to the name of 'Red Devil' and was quite frightening.

"Hahaha, disciple, come and see! You're really famous now. Ten or eight out of the intelligence I intercepted are about you."

At noon, during a rest stop on a road trip in the wilderness, Meryl handed over a piece of intelligence with a strange laugh.

Emiya Shirou glanced at it briefly; most of the comments were about how bad he was and how bad he was, while the remaining 15% were about Artoria's current strength, whether she should join, and how she should join.

And a message in the corner: [After much confirmation, Vortigern has proclaimed himself the White Dragon King, declared half of Britain's territory his domain, and simultaneously declared war on the new King Arthur.]

Ok?

Shirou Emiya looked at it several more times, still somewhat uncertain. It was indeed written on it, and information like Merry's was very trustworthy, meaning it was true.

"Why isn't anyone discussing such important news?"

When a powerful figure says he wants to conquer a country, that's a big deal no matter what country it is, right?

Does it really matter?

Mary took small, quick steps, tucked her hands behind her back, and smiled as she said again, "Does it really matter?"

Yes, from their perspective, it must be a bad thing for someone to declare war on them and want to occupy the country, but what does that have to do with those nobles?

Will Vortigern deal with them once he comes to power? The nobles feel it's highly unlikely; at most, they'll just offer some benefits.

But what about Shirou Emiya? This 'Red Devil' is truly pushing the boundaries, forcibly planning and executing his plans. He started by confiscating centuries-old family assets, and recently he even crippled his noble companion!

Compared to the so-called White Dragon King Vortigern, who is far away, Shirou Emiya is right beside you. Can't you tell which is more important?

Having figured out the reason, Shirou Emiya nodded knowingly: "That's perfectly normal, that's exactly normal."

"Aren't you scared? I've heard that those guys are planning to gang up on you."

"Friends who have a misunderstanding will eventually clear up the misunderstanding and become friends again. Those who are not suitable to be friends will never be friends. I don't like to make enemies casually, but I am not a pushover either."

Shirou Emiya held down the demon fish for today's lunch with his left hand and prepared to swing his sword with his right hand, when suddenly his wrist was grabbed by Merry.

“But nobles are also subjects. As long as they are subjects, Artoria is their king. A king will not watch his subjects die at will. A benevolent king has a broad mind.”

"..."

Strange words again, profound and inexplicable.

Emiya Shirou and Merry looked at each other, a hint of doubt in their eyes, but they only responded with smiles.

That unlucky fellow, doesn't he know that riddle-solving is unacceptable?!

Looking around to a spot a dozen meters away, Artoria first inquired about the cooking progress, then took the opportunity to see if there was anything she could do to help, and finally replenished the energy for seeing Shirou Emiya's handsome appearance while cooking.

Then, with her extraordinary eyesight, she saw a scene: Merlin holding Shirou Emiya's wrist very close, their eyes locked in deep affection (just kidding). The scene was so beautiful (after all, they were a handsome red-haired guy and a handsome white-haired guy).

But Artoria felt no emotion whatsoever, only a deep-seated question.

Wasn't I here first?

Merlin or not, I'm the eldest disciple, aren't I? I've always remembered the bond between master and disciple.

Although Shirou Emiya wasn't the first person I encountered, she was second only to Merlin in terms of the order and time of our contact. But as a woman, I was the first!

Why? I was clearly the first one, so why did it turn out like this?

Suddenly, in this critical moment, Artoria remembered something she had inadvertently learned: that men also experience different kinds of emotions.

"Could it be...?"

Artoria was stunned into silence, unable to utter a single word.

"Lia? Why didn't you say you were coming? What are you doing standing there?"

Emiya Shirou's voice reached her ears. Artoria looked and saw that the two had already parted ways. Merlin had a reluctant smile on his face. Shirou raised his hand to wave in their direction.

"No, I just arrived too. I was just thinking about some things."

"The matter? You know everything?"

What do you know? What do you know?!

Artoria was puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, she nodded.

"Hmm...maybe?" Artoria said, sounding a little uncertain.

"Huh? What kind of answer is that?" Shirou Emiya was taken aback; this was an unexpected response.

"Oh dear, there seems to be a strange misunderstanding, but I won't explain it!"

Mary wore this expression.

Artoria raised her hand to her mouth: "Ahem, what aspect are you referring to, Emiya Shirou-sama?"

With Merlin nearby, it wasn't easy to bring up this kind of thing, so I awkwardly changed the subject.

"Of course, it's about us being declared war on."

?

A huge question mark appeared above Artoria's head. "We've been declared war on? Who declared war on us? The Saxons?"

Emiya Shirou pondered for a moment and then shook his head: "According to the intelligence, Vortigern seems to be British, but he does have many Saxons under his command."

"Vortigern has declared war on us?!"

"Yes, that's what I was talking about earlier, what else could it be?"

"···"

She thought they were discovering a personal preference, but it turned out not to be that, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait a minute, isn't it more dangerous to be declared war on by Vortigern?

Artoria snatched the intelligence report, spent a few minutes finding the message in a corner, and looked up in shock after reading it carefully.

Good heavens, this is really good heavens! She has been declared war on by a powerful peer who defeated her father, the previous King of Britain!

This is no small matter; it's a public declaration, and its significance is quite different.

"Merlin, I remember you said before that you wouldn't declare war until at least five years after the journey, right?"

Artoria looked at Melie, remembering what the other had said before, which included this prediction.

Hehe!~

Mary's response was a playful, silly laugh, followed by a loud bang that sent petals flying everywhere.

She's escaped, Mary has escaped.

Looking at the empty space in front of her, Artoria's head began to throb. This guy always manages to run away at the crucial moment.

"It's alright, since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. I don't think we need to worry."

Emiya Shirou comforted him while preparing the ingredients.

"War is not something that can be resolved with a few words, nor can it be declared today and people sent tomorrow. This process takes time."

"The more the White Dragon King wants to conquer it all at once, the more people he will have to mobilize, which also means that logistical and other issues need to be resolved, which are all big troubles."

"Moreover, we are located in a relatively central area, still some distance from the true north. There are countless noble territories in the middle region. After declaring war, they cannot cower in fear, otherwise they will lose face, which is an outcome they cannot accept."

"In conclusion, instead of worrying and being anxious about Vortigern's declaration of war, we should think about what to eat for dinner."

War is something that is always the simplest thing to talk about, but it is very complicated to do.

In particular, after Shirou Emiya fully understood the current situation in Britain, he had only one thought about Vortigern's declaration of war: "That's just a fool talking nonsense."

The source of the turmoil in Britain may not have been entirely Vortigern's fault, but he was the main culprit for bringing the Saxons there. And did Vortigern not want to completely conquer Britain? The question is, did he have the capability?

Britain is known for its abundance of talent; this is not a metaphor, but an adjective.

Morgan, Hector, and a host of other nobles and mysterious figures of equal strength (such as Lancelot), plus the magician Merry—what could Vortigern possibly use to fight them? Should he stick his head out and get beaten?

This is also why Vortigern was honest, because he knew he couldn't continue to acquire land. His greatest danger wasn't how many people he killed or how much territory he conquered, but rather that some of the Saxons he brought were disobedient. Those guys had been running around all these years, causing more damage than Vortigern had done. This shows the problem.

Vortigerns are just lazy, easy-going dogs; the Saxons are the VIPs!