Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

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I believe you for a second!

Do you think I don't know that this Arthur is actually a boy? Do you think I can't tell the other person's gender?

You can mess up things that were agreed upon with your master before, how can you expect me to trust you?

wishful thinking!

Maybe the other side is all prepared, just waiting to launch a sneak attack! A sneak attack on this middle-aged man in his forties or fifties!

Most importantly, Vortigern had done some things, and he was worried that the other party would find out.

"Fine, I won't hold back next time."

Vortigern gazed at the still wary Artoria and Shirou Emiya, his gaze lingering on the latter for a moment, a hint of satisfaction even flashing in his pupils.

"I lost this war. Now you'd better use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, or you'll have to say I didn't give you a chance."

Vortigern turned and walked toward his warhorse. Artoria had just taken a step when Shirou Emiya stopped her. "No, the enemy still has fighting power. Let's complete the other plan first."

[Projection Magic Fireworks]

"Bang! Bang!"

A series of explosions rang out, blue and gold fireworks burst forth, and the ground around the battlefield trembled. It was the Knights! The Knights Commanders who had broken away beforehand had led their troops in a charge and encirclement!

"I see. So, we absolutely have to keep one this time?"

Vortigern returned to his warhorse, observing the battlefield with little emotional fluctuation, even showing considerable appreciation.

They're just a bunch of Saxons; let them disappear, it's not a big deal.

Ignoring the gazes directed their way, Vortigern steered his warhorse outside, and the others reacted in perfect unison along the road.

The Saxons tried to get closer to leave together, but were blocked by the other knights. However, the knights acted as if they didn't see Vortigern and none of them came forward to stop them.

Some of them wanted to cause trouble, but they were stopped by others.

"We have our mission, don't mess things up!"

Vortigern thus left openly and legitimately, while only a small number of the other Saxons escaped, the rest were surrounded.

But it was only an encirclement; the confrontation continued.

"I tell you! There are only Saxons who die in battle! There are no Saxons who surrender!"

"That's right! We will never surrender!"

"Brothers, let's fight them! There are so many of us, they can't possibly kill us!"

Even though an hour had passed since Vortigern left, and considering the time before that, there was still about an hour and a half left. In the two and a half hours that followed, there were at least several thousand Saxon people, a dense, overwhelming crowd.

To be honest, they wanted to charge, given their numbers.

But when they saw a group of about a dozen elite monsters, no one dared to go first.

Especially that short, blond guy! That guy could fight their king and wasn't killed! His strength shouldn't be underestimated! He could easily crush them.

After a while of this stalemate, Shirou Emiya whispered a few words in Artoria's ear. The latter blushed and looked conflicted, shaking her head and nodding slightly.

Shirou Emiya seemed to know something, and without saying anything more, he simply left Lancelot's side next to him.

After another round of muttering, Lancelot waved his hand dismissively, as if to say, "Do whatever you want."

Gawain, Galahad, Tristan, and the other Knight Commanders, including Shirou Emiya, all went through the process. Some were unhappy, some were disgusted, some were indifferent, and some nodded happily.

After circling around, Shirou Emiya returned to Artoria's side. He approached her, said something, and she nodded. Shirou Emiya found a high spot, jumped up, and cleared his throat after scanning the swarm of Saxons.

"Ahem! Fellow Saxons! What do you say, listen to me!"

Its exceptionally prominent presence and inexplicable actions brought about a rare period of calm during the war.

“I spoke with the king. The great and benevolent king does not want to create more senseless killing, but you are ultimately enemies and cannot be let go easily.”

Emiya Shirou scanned them again: "So, surrender, join us, and work to save your lives!"

"···"

"Impossible! We can't be slaves!"

"That's right! We'd rather die fighting than be slaves! Do you think we don't know what those noble slaves are like? If that's what they're like, we'd rather die!"

Just kidding! They had all basically interacted and cooperated with British nobles, or at the very least, they had some understanding of British culture.

Seeing the miserable state of the slaves in this portrayal, the phrase "worse than animals" is an adjective, not an exaggeration!

Looking at the Saxons who were about to descend into chaos again, Shirou Emiya stroked his chin. This won't do. If we keep going, another batch will probably be wiped out.

Suddenly, Shirou Emiya spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. It looked so unreal that Shirou stared at it for a long time before finally confirming it and clapping his hands.

"Crack! Crack!"

The surroundings quieted down again, briefly but enough.

"Hey you, come out here! I won't kill you. Stop hiding, I see you!"

Emiya Shirou pointed at a Saxon man, who tried to dodge but ultimately couldn't.

"Come out, I said I wouldn't kill you, so I won't."

After Shirou Emiya emphasized it repeatedly, the Saxon looked around and then chose to walk out, walking with his chest out.

The moment the other party fully emerged, Artoria and Kai, who had been watching this side, simultaneously showed expressions of surprise. The reason was simple: they knew each other.

They were the ones who dealt with the number one leader of the three thousand-strong Saxon army that attacked that time!

He is still alive? !

"you are still alive?"

Emiya Shirou voiced the question that Artoria and Kai had been pondering, and the First Boss nodded proudly: "Of course!"

His proud, confident, and fearless demeanor earned him cheers from the other Saxons, with phrases like "Well done!" constantly being uttered.

However, Shirou Emiya noticed something interesting: the other person's body was very stiff, and his gaze would occasionally drift towards Shirou Emiya, with an honest and simple look deep in his pupils.

"Let's go to the back and talk."

After Shirou Emiya finished speaking, he turned and left, and the number one leader followed three seconds later.

What others saw was a decision made after much hesitation, but only the number one leader knew that he had simply been too cowardly to react in time.

Arriving beside Artoria, they exchanged glances and nodded slightly. After confirming that it was the same person from before, Artoria felt a pang of emotion.

To survive under those circumstances, is it a testament to skill or sheer luck?

The number one leader trembled under Artoria's gaze. This guy was ruthless! What if she killed him at the slightest provocation?

“The other Saxons here can’t hear me, so I can tell you clearly: let bygones be bygones. I’m asking you, how will you surrender?”

Emiya Shirou looked at the other person and got straight to the point.

"Surrender is not easy. Unless you can persuade us leaders, it will be difficult for us all to surrender."

The leader answered honestly that he genuinely believed the other party did not want to cause more bloodshed, after all, several large-scale attacks back then would have resulted in heavy losses.

The other party truly has the capability to resolve everything, but they simply haven't chosen to do so.

"Besides, we can't be slaves. I've already died once, and I was transferred from the opposing side to the logistics department. In my opinion, it's just another death, but we can't accept living a humiliating and enslaved life."

The previous battle had completely extinguished the fighting spirit of the number one leader. Afterwards, as the only leader to return alive, although he did take control of the others, he was transferred to manage logistics.

For the Saxons, fighting from the rear and managing logistics meant serving others—this was a blatant humiliation!

The Saxons, whose primary purpose was warfare, had their own set of values.

"Heh, to be honest, I might surrender with my men, since I'm genuinely afraid of you."

“But I can’t convince anyone else. As someone just said, being a slave is not even a thing. We would rather choose death.”

The number one leader gave a wry smile, his expression showing a sense of acceptance.

Artoria frowned. Vortigern had mentioned the issue of nobility before, and now the Saxons were still raising the issue of nobility. But nobility didn't seem that scary, did it?

While some of them are indeed very unpleasant, it's unlikely that all nobles are like that; they've only become slaves, so is it really necessary to go to such lengths?

The slaves in the territory are all living quite well, aren't they...? Artoria suddenly thought of the city that Gawain had managed back then, and it seemed... not so hard to understand.

"What if you're not slaves? Just defeated soldiers. You'll contribute your physical labor to help us rebuild, and I'll provide you with shelter and daily rations. How about that?"

As a person with a broad vision, Shirou Emiya knew that in the early days of the nation's founding, labor was the greatest asset, and the dead were worthless.

Their territory is growing larger and larger, and as their plans are being implemented, they are starting to run out of manpower. If they could bring over these few thousand people, the labor problem could be greatly reduced.

Most importantly, since further campaigns are inevitable, these people will definitely have family and relatives, so there will be no worry about labor issues once arrangements are made.

"Not a slave?"

The number one leader muttered to himself, glanced at Shirou Emiya in disbelief, and wanted to say that all nobles in the world were the same, but then he thought of something and closed his mouth again.

That redhead is an upright person; as far as I know, he's trustworthy, so there's no need to worry about that.

[Leader, they bypassed us. The redhead even secretly sent us medicine.]

[Chief, we know many of our brothers have died. This is war, but they spared us. This is worse than dying in battle.]

The first sentence was spoken by the informant who saved his life, and the last two sentences were spoken by his tribal companions who had narrowly escaped death.

“I can agree, but you need to think carefully about how to tell others. At most, I can help you subdue your own subordinates and other scattered tribes without leaders.”

The number one shook his head, straightened his body, and looked directly into Shirou Emiya's eyes.

"···"

Artoria frowned, wondering whether she should believe it.

“Okay.” Emiya Shirou immediately agreed.

Emiya Shirou secretly glanced at the [Smoke Mirror Detector (Evil-Specific Version)], it wasn't black, not bad.

"Heh, what a generous fellow..."

The leader, still in shock, muttered a comment before stepping out and standing below where Shirou Emiya had just been.

“My comrades! I just spoke with them, and they asked them to surrender and promised they wouldn't be slaves! They just want us to work!”

"I've agreed to surrender! Kids! Those who believe me, come out!"

"···"

After a brief silence, the Saxons erupted in uproar. This was surrender! This was abandoning their long-standing tradition of preferring to die fighting.

This is betrayal!

"Bastard! Are you going to betray us?!"

"It's not betrayal, it's choosing to survive!"

"Have you forgotten our Saxon ancestral teachings? We cannot surrender!"

"But haven't we already surrendered to Futigeng? Why can't we do what we've already done now?"

The leader kept refuting him, and some Saxons began to approach; they were the leader's subordinates and tribal partners.

The Saxons were never a monolithic group, especially since Vortigern never even attempted to unite them; they were scattered like flower petals.

They look nice when they're together, but getting close to each other means they'll separate, and a strong touch will cause them to scatter.

"Are you going to be traitors?!"

Unable to win the argument with the leader, they began to block anyone who tried to approach.

Seeing this, Shirou Emiya immediately said, "Galahad, do me a favor!"

"Got it! Let's go, brothers!"

Hundreds of men carrying shields split up violently as if in a fight, with groups of ten forming a circle to walk through every area and safely escort everyone who wanted to get out.

As more and more brothers gathered before them, the number one leader raised his hands: "The other side has guaranteed! They won't be slaves! They'll only provide labor! And food and lodging will be provided!"

“Come before me, my tribesmen whose chief is dead, and I will protect you!”

Among the Saxon tribes, there is a rule that when a tribe's leader dies, there are only two possible futures: a new leader is elected, each tribe leaves to develop independently, or they join other tribes.

The chief will protect them; this is a social rule among the Saxons.

Therefore, after the first leader spoke, some of the Saxons whose leaders had died chose to step forward.