Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"It seems I'm overthinking things. Sorry, I lost my composure."

After being comforted by Shirou Emiya, Artoria calmed down and sat down in her usual spot, pondering something while enjoying the daily scenery.

Yes, Shirou Emiya's muscles are still as impressive as ever!

Sweat poured from his body, which was being scorched by the flames, flowing down his body and into the gaps between his abdominal and pectoral muscles. As the saying goes, a man who is serious about his work is the most handsome, and Emiya Shirou is in that state right now.

"By the way, Lord Emiya Shirou, do you like women?"

Artoria suddenly asked the question, then realized what she had said a fraction of a second later, wanting to explain yet also hoping for an answer.

"Of course, is that even a question? I'm not exercising to attract the opposite sex, am I? To attract the same sex?"

Without hesitation, Shirou Emiya answered without pausing for a moment.

This concerns a core issue, and he must admit it properly. He doesn't want to become someone who likes other muscular men, especially in front of his underlings who already have problems!

When this young man asks this question, especially when his own orientation is questionable, you absolutely cannot pause for even a moment!

Emiya Shirou hadn't forgotten his little brother's 'danger,' as this was a matter of great importance, concerning whether he could sleep peacefully!

"Really? That's good! That's good!"

Artoria smiled sweetly, stood up, dusted off her clothes, and turned to leave.

"You're leaving already? Aren't you going to wait and try it?"

"No, I need to talk to Merlin about something. I'll be right back for dinner!"

Artoria left; she had a question to ask, a very important one.

Finding Merlin chuckling in a dark corner, Artoria walked straight up to her and got straight to the point: "Merlin, do you like men?"

Mary: "Hmm?"

What's wrong with this girl?

"No, I like women."

Since this identification document was involved, Meryl had to object.

"That's good. By the way, you said before that you would help me if I had any ideas, right? Please explain in detail..."

!!!

Have fun!

Mary smiled and stood up; she could smell the fun in the air.

"Well, I can understand. He cooks well, is gentle and considerate, has amazing combat power, and knows how to lead an army and govern a country. It would be a fool not to keep such a person in hand."

"After three years, have you finally figured it out? Then leave it to the 'Love Master' Merlin!"

The strange class began, with one teacher and one student as the temporary participants.

On the other side, at the cooking area, Shirou Emiya sat down to rest after preparing the ingredients, when he felt a frantic vibration in his arms.

It's that envelope where you can chat.

Morgan: [Are you there, friend? I have a question I'd like to discuss.]

Shirou Emiya: [Yes, please feel free to ask what's wrong.]

Morgan: [Well, I have a friend, a real friend, who has two sons and wants to ask for advice on this.]

Shirou Emiya: [Family matters? It's not appropriate to comment on other people's family affairs.]

Morgan: [It's okay, my friend doesn't mind, so I'll just say it directly.]

It seems like the other person's friend is in a hurry.

Emiya Shirou thought to himself as he looked at the contents of the envelope.

Morgan: [My friend has two sons, whom he's raised with great care and attention. Everything was fine at first, until one time they were sent on a mission. They could have easily handled the situation, but for some reason, they suddenly changed their minds and joined the enemy! My dear friend, what are your thoughts on this?]

Emiya Shirou: […Let me ask first, what does that friend usually do? This might be related to our usual interactions.]

Morgan: [What do I do on weekdays? Nothing, of course. My son will handle everything.]

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Emiya Shirou: [What do your two sons usually do?]

Morgan: [Of course, it's about training to improve skills and learning to expand knowledge.]

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Emiya Shirou: [What do parents and children usually play together?]

Morgan: [Why should we play together?]

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Emiya Shirou fell silent, a silence that came from the bottom of his heart. He had already seen the past of those two children. Staying at home, they could only exercise and read under their parents' discipline. They had no other entertainment activities, and the fact that they didn't play together usually meant that they didn't communicate.

It's perfectly normal for a child like that to forget about their family after they leave home, but he can't be so direct about it.

Shirou Emiya: [I shouldn't comment on other people's family matters, but maybe it's because boys are naturally playful; they can't do without playing too much.]

As a friend, Shirou Emiya couldn't say it directly, otherwise it would seem like mockery. He tried to explain the situation from the sidelines, suggesting that Shirou join in the fun.

On the other side of the envelope, Morgan stared at the reply that had been sent, lost in thought, before discarding it three seconds later.

"What kind of answer is this? What do you mean by 'boys are born to love playing'? Great inventions don't need these things!"

Morgan clearly misunderstood; she believed that her child, whom she had nurtured with extraordinary talent through magic, did not need such things.

"As expected, he doesn't know everything either. I win in this aspect!"

I'll tell you when we meet, so get ready to worship me then!

Ms. Morgan remains confident today.

. . . . .

I have something to do today, I'll finish the rest later. There will definitely be a massive update of over 8,000 words, don't worry.

Volume 1: Chapter 37. Artoria: I'll confess after the war ends? (4k)

Since Vortigern declared war, time seemed to have sped up. The four-man journey appeared to continue, but in reality, it progressed slowly. In two years, they didn't even travel to many places, but they fought quite a few battles, and their territory and the number of knights joining them began to increase.

Among them are many outstanding individuals, such as Tristana, Gahoris, Parzival, and Paramedes. These knights are all capable of standing alone, and they are gathering around Artoria as their core.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, which is wonderful news!

It is always necessary to make sacrifices in this process. For example, after this battle, Shirou Emiya, as the logistics manager, was recording the gains and losses.

"Lord Emiya Shirou, these are the expenses and losses for this trip. Should we check them?"

The gentle, white-haired young man with a sacred aura is named Galahad. He is a very special knight who has emerged in the past two years, mainly due to his special identity and special strength.

Identity: The son of Lancelot, one of Artoria's right-hand men. Yes, the son of that guy, and Lancelot doesn't even say who he had the child with.

To be honest, given that divine aura, Shirou Emiya seriously suspects that the child is on par with a fairy, which leads to the next piece of evidence.

Strength: Able to contend with Lancelot, although not yet able to completely defeat him, but can hold out for a period of time.

It may seem brief, but it's already quite frightening. Who is Lancelot? He's the one who could withstand Gawain's midday attack, and he's currently the King's right-hand man in combat, truly among the top three.

Given his strength, talent, aura, and the shield weapon that could block a holy sword, Shirou Emiya's suspicions are understandable. After all, who can casually produce or cultivate such things?

"It's alright, I believe in you, Galahad. By the way, how's your relationship with your father? Is it still the same as before?"

Emiya Shirou took the notebook, glanced at it casually, and joked.

Galahad sighed, a troubled look on his face, and skillfully sat down next to Shirou Emiya, reaching for some fruit to eat.

"Oh, I don't know how to tell you this. You know I've never met my father since I was born. I've always lived with my mother until I got older and came here."

"I still hold the same view: that guy is at most my biological father, but I don't really want to acknowledge him as a person."

Indeed, Galahad and Shirou Emiya have an unexpectedly good relationship, which may also be related to Shirou Emiya's personality, since he always takes care of children.

"He came to me before, asking me for advice on how to ease the tension between you two, since you're all under Wang's command and you'll see each other all the time."

"Suit yourself, but don't try anything funny, like dragging me to do farm work for three months straight. Please spare me."

Unpleasant memories flooded his mind. Galahad recalled that time when he got up earlier than the chickens and went to bed later than the dogs, working harder than a donkey and more than an ox. It was unbelievable.

"Hehe, I see your views have changed quite a bit. When you first came here, you had such a bad temper, you would throw your shield at Lancelot's face as soon as you met him."

Emiya Shirou laughed and retorted, "Forget about the method or the process, just tell me if the relationship has improved."

Galahad frowned; it was indeed true, during that time he had gotten to know his 'father' properly.

Originally: He was a dashing and irresponsible man who caused trouble everywhere and didn't even know how to take care of his children.

After three months of dating: a complete tidy-up slacker, running around doing chores instead of being dashing, and completely unaware that she has a child.

Well, the misunderstanding was resolved over time, and the next step is to work things out over time.

Just as Shirou Emiya was chatting with Galahad, a figure with long red hair walked in.

"Hey, Tristana's here." Shirou Emiya waved to greet her.

"Humph!"

Tristan gave a cold snort, then nodded gently: "You've arrived, Lord Emiya Shirou."

As they were talking, he walked up to her, pulled out a notebook and handed it to her, saying in a very rude tone, "Quickly approve the money for me regarding this loss and gain!"

After saying that, he took out another notebook, this time with a very normal attitude: "The losses and gains this time are all here, still in the same place. In addition, I would like to make a request."

The two of them were amused by Tristan's drawing depicting the conflict between his left and right brains. While checking the two notebooks, Shirou Emiya asked, "What is it?"

"Can you please replace my teammate? That unlucky Palamedes is running around everywhere and things are not going according to plan at all."

Tristan harshly criticized his teammates, his face filled with helplessness.

'Crunch~' (Galahad is eating fruit.)

Tristan frowned, went straight to Shirou Emiya's other side and sat down, picking up some fruit and starting to eat it, his noble demeanor instantly diminishing considerably.

After eating two pieces of fruit, Tristan started his rambling.

"Well, I'm not trying to nitpick, it's just that Lord Palamedes really likes to go off on his own. He's always out of reach, and we can't even communicate with him."

"Tell me, it's already so difficult for me to communicate with my relatives, and those unfortunate relatives are just a bunch of idiots! Morons!"

Without hesitation, he began muttering to himself about his noble relative Tristan, while Galahad cast a pitying glance his way.

Compared to his father, Lord Tristan's noble relatives are truly insane. Things like uniting to pressure Tristan into treating Shirou Emiya poorly to demonstrate the attitude of nobles, and using war to benefit their own families—these are all basic skills.

This is also why Galahad is more forgiving of his father, since he didn't cause any trouble.

"Haha, you finally complained? I thought you were going to stay silent."

"As subordinates who fight alongside the same king, just say what you want to say directly. Don't worry too much about it. It's better not to say anything."

Emiya Shirou listens to the complaints, offers fruit, and pats him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements for this, so there's no need to worry."

“That’s fine then. I trust Lord Emiya Shirou’s word completely.” Tristan nodded, regaining his elegant composure as he savored the fruit.

Once upon a time, Tristan, unable to bear the pressure from his noble relatives, found Shirou Emiya and self-destructed a few days after joining the group. However, Shirou showed no shock, only a slight surprise, and then began to deduce and offer advice.

Finally, after a night of discussion, a plan was finalized: [to say one thing in public and do another in private].

Basically, I can agree to anything, but I need benefits, and very big benefits at that.

How wealthy were his noble relatives? Well, Tristan secretly handed over an astronomical sum that time, which greatly shocked Artoria.

However, nobles are not fools; they cannot simply leave insurance untouched.

[Magic Contract]

Regardless of the situation, one must always have a bad attitude when meeting Shirou Emiya, and do everything in one's power to help the nobleman earn extra money.

This is also the origin of Tristan's left and right brains fighting each other when they meet, but it doesn't affect Shirou Emiya's communication.

The three chatted for a while longer, from everyday family matters to details of the war, with Shirou Emiya occasionally offering his opinions and views.

Time passed in this manner until a golden-haired figure approached from afar, followed by Knight Palamedes.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Galahad and Tristan rose and assumed their positions, bowing the moment he entered: "Your Majesty!"