Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Emiya Shirou: "?"

To openly poach talent during a major war? Isn't this gentleman going a bit too far... well, I don't know how to put it.

"My relationship with the king is still quite good, so I'm sorry to trouble you."

What could he say? He could just say something polite.

On the other side, seeing Vortigern following Shirou Emiya, Artoria dismounted and went forward.

Behind them, Lancelot, Gawain, and Galahad looked at each other and led their subordinates to disperse to the sides.

On the opposite side, the Saxons also dispersed under the arrangement of several generals, with both sides deliberately bypassing the central area.

"So you are King Arthur? Your potential is surprisingly good, and your strength seems quite impressive as well. Speaking of which, this aura... no wonder you're an old royal nobleman. Your background is truly frightening. To have you born in an era where it seemed impossible, that magician must have played a part in it."

Vortigern gazed at Artoria, his tone filled with emotion.

"Vortigern, I will defeat you and restore peace to Britain!"

Artoria raised the sword in the stone without uttering a word.

Vortigern, however, showed little emotional fluctuation and instead looked at Shirou Emiya, who had returned to Altria's side.

"Peace... Perhaps I bear some responsibility, but it is definitely not the main one."

"The area covered by those Saxons was limited, but it's not necessarily that the area they didn't cover was any better, is it?"

A playful gaze fell upon him. "I think this one is doing a good job. He manages the territory very well, making it much more comfortable than before."

Upon hearing this, Artoria and Shirou Emiya were both puzzled, while Vortigern was also taken aback. Then, his tone suddenly changed from calm to arrogant.

"Want to defeat me? Then try it, Arthur!"

The battle broke out suddenly. Vortigern gripped the greatsword behind him with his right hand, bent over, and unleashed his power!

The ground beneath their feet exploded instantly, and Vortigern was launched towards Artoria like a cannonball.

"Bang!!"

Artoria's reaction was also quick; she blocked the attack with the Sword in the Stone. During this process, Shirou Emiya quickly retreated while his right hand surged with magical energy.

[Projection Magic Fireworks]

The underestimated cannon barrel fired with a bang, and a huge red firework exploded in the air.

The fireworks seemed to be a signal for war. Lancelot, Gawain, and Galahad, who were already in position, launched their attack simultaneously, while the Saxons also roared and charged forward.

In the center of the battlefield, Artoria and Vortigern were locked in a fierce struggle, both filled with astonishment.

Artoria: What strength! I almost couldn't withstand it!

Vortigern: This kid can withstand it?! What a joke, even his father would have a hard time withstanding this!

"Don't joke around! You're just a new brat! How could you possibly catch up to my decades of hard work!"

Vortigern roared and raised his greatsword to slash vertically. Artoria did not take the hit head-on, but instead retreated and left the battlefield.

"Want to leave?!"

Having failed in his first strike, Futigeng did not hesitate for a moment, raising his sword and charging forward, pressing down! Pressing down!

Shirou, standing in front of her, looked grave. She was too strong, practically bursting with power. Could Ria withstand it?

"Don't push your luck, Vatican!!!"

"what!!!"

After being forced back several times, Artoria realized that dodging was not the best way to fight, and prepared to face the attack head-on.

'Knock knock knock knock!'

The heart of the red dragon is beating!

[Magic Unleashed!]

With magical enhancements to my all-around physical abilities, this is my full power!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two weapons clashed with a deafening roar, louder than war drums, as the Saxon soldiers collided with Lancelot and his men.

Then the Saxons discovered, damn it, someone's cheating!

Lancelot brandished his holy sword, unleashing his magic and charging forward recklessly, with no one able to stop him.

As Gao Wen said something about 'noon has arrived,' a mysterious symbol flashed across his body, and his already unparalleled aura surged even more!

Galahad, along with his first two hundred giant shield bearers, continuously divided the battlefield, with those hundreds of large tables forming a wall.

Others wanted to charge, but after only a few attacks, Gawain and Lancelot jumped out from behind to join the battle. The situation only improved after dozens of Saxon leaders jumped out.

The subordinates were overwhelmingly superior in battle, but the gap began to appear in the king's battles, though Vortigern gradually gained the upper hand.

With monsters on both sides, it's a battle of stamina and willpower. Vortigern has already reached his peak, while Artoria is still lacking.

And whether it was a misperception or not, Vortigern's magical reserves were greater than Artoria's. The difference in strength and magical power caused Artoria to gradually become exhausted after fighting at full power for an hour.

"How much longer can you hold on? Your magic reserves are almost depleted, while I am invincible standing on this land!"

Vortigern once again swung his greatsword high and brought it down, and Artoria gritted her teeth to meet it, even unleashing her power to push him away.

"So, this wretched will, is it the belief in becoming king? Do you know what's been happening lately?"

After taking two steps back, Vottigeng did not make a move, but suddenly spoke.

Taking a rare break, Artoria did not pursue, but simply held up her knight's sword and panted heavily.

"Are you aware of the food shortage lately? Hundreds of nobles have joined forces to block food supplies, hoping to profit from it. Even though that kid reacted early, it still wasn't enough."

"Your territory is fine, there are no major problems, everything is normal, but in the territories of those nobles, after that old bastard Hector led his team away, the local nobles started collecting cheap grain and then reselling it at a high price."

Vortigern sneered, "People starve to death every day in places you can't see, and this is your way of governing?"

Artoria's pupils contracted. She wanted to answer but didn't know how. She didn't even know there had been a problem with the food.

"Do you want to shake their will and then defeat them?"

Emiya Shirou stood behind Artoria and calmly analyzed the situation.

"That did happen. I'll tell you the details later, so don't let it affect your mood."

The familiar and steady voice came, and Artoria calmed down again.

"Tsk~"

Vortigern smacked his lips. What a pity, he almost succeeded. But there's still one more chance.

“This red-haired boy did a very good job, really very good. The problems in the middle had nothing to do with him; they were all caused by those nobles hiding in the shadows.”

"So, I want to know, what will you do with those nobles? Will you kill them?"

"What a joke! How can you take someone's life so casually!"

Artoria instinctively retorted, but Shirou Emiya remained silent, while Vortigern laughed.

"Hahaha! I see, I see! So if ordinary people really died because of the actions of those nobles, would you still give the same answer?!"

"..."

Artoria paused for a moment, gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and looked directly into the eyes behind the helmet: "I will not take the lives of my subjects casually, but if that happens, I will make those guys pay the price!"

"A staunch rationalist, yet something seems to be bothering him."

Vortigern spoke in a voice inaudible to others, a smile playing on his lips, and raised his greatsword once more.

"Then come on! Let me see your conviction!"

"boom!!!"

The two weapons clashed again, and Artoria fought with all her might, but the result was different from what everyone expected.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound was so noticeable in the battle that a crack appeared on the sword in the stone.

"You're saying that if someone kills a bunch of people because they want personal gain, should all the beneficiaries be punished, or should a ringleader be identified and the others be punished, or even left unpunished?"

Vortigern continued to question her, but Artoria did not answer. However, the cracks in the sword in the stone gradually spread.

"Your first reaction has already told me the result, haha, I won't laugh at you, because I felt the same way."

With a forceful movement, Vortigern forced Artoria back, reaching out to touch the dented blade of his sword.

"Now that you're on the same level as me, whoever has more good stuff will win, but it seems you're not up to the task right now."

Artoria remained silent, unsure of what the other person meant by those words.

"What do you mean by that? All this talk about fighting, are you just trying to bully our king because he can't talk back?"

Mouth Substitute: Emiya Shirou is in battle!

"You seem quite proud, aren't you? Seeing the crack appear in the King's weapon, are you very proud? Do you feel so powerful? But didn't you just admit that you're at a certain level now? In other words, at a certain level, the King is quiet while you're just spouting nonsense."

"Yes, trash talk is fine, as long as we can win, everything is negotiable. But you have to understand, Wang is only twenty years old, how old are you?"

"The king lived longer than you, but you died before the king. What, you're not convinced? Am I not telling the truth?"

"Is it funny that your weapon has a crack? What's so great about your weapon? In the end, you're just trying to outsmart people because you can't win normally."

"I'm telling you, the king had already won the battle the moment you used it! You're the king who used underhanded tactics! You're the White Dragon King who used underhanded tactics!"

"To be honest, I'm starting to wonder how you defeated the previous king. Was it the same way? Or did you even use some other, more unorthodox methods?"

After Shirou Emiya launched into a tirade, Vortigern's past achievements were revealed to be fabricated as he faced imminent ruin, causing his face to twitch uncontrollably and his left eye, visible through his helmet, to gradually turn gold.

The left eye is gold, while the right eye is a normal color.

"You're good with words, but what good are words? When you're in this game, you need real strength. Let's see if this blond kid can stop me!"

Vortigern's calm tone was filled with rage as he raised his greatsword and attacked again, this time with even more ferocity than before!

Artoria stepped forward to block Shirou Emiya, raising the Sword in the Stone high and rapidly adjusting her breathing to prepare for another battle.

The cracks on the sword were so conspicuous that even Artoria couldn't help but feel worried.

"Don't overthink it, I'm here."

My hand was held by another hand, and the warm breath from his breath brushed against my cheek. Shirou Emiya was right beside me.

Book 1: 42. Voodoo Gon retreats, surrender, Saxons (5k)

【Enhanced Magic - Connecting Patterns】

Blue veins spread from the hilt of the sword in the stone, paused briefly when passing through a crack, and then continued to spread along the blade.

The sword in the stone remains steadfast.

"Boom!!!"

The two weapons clashed; the sword in the stone remained unharmed, while the greatsword suffered a huge nick.

Something's different! What happened?! It's much sturdier than before. Is it because of this kid?!

Vortigern was secretly alarmed. Although there were two opponents, the difference in their skills was simply too great.

"What's this···"

As the three struggled, Shirou Emiya's gaze met Vortigern's golden eyes. What he saw... an island...

"You're still a long way off!"

A more intense golden light erupted from his left eye, and Vortigern looked like he was about to unleash a powerful attack. Shirou Emiya and Artoria held their breath, preparing to react.

Suddenly, Vortigern stopped and turned his head to the side, where a white-haired man was standing smiling, holding a staff.

Futigeng: "..."

As the magic gradually receded and the aura relaxed, Vortigern spoke in an incredulous tone.

"Merlin, are you going to make a move?"

Clearly, Merlin's arrival greatly surprised Vortigern.

"You didn't make a move then, are you going to make a move this time?"

Vortigern questioned her again, and Merry smiled and shook her head: "No, I won't do it~ Trust me~"