Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

They had no other choice. They could no longer return to their hometown. They had to choose between death and life. If they had to choose life, why not join the protection of another leader?

Moreover, the number one leader is the supreme leader. Even though he is now in charge of logistics, his strength was top-notch before!

More and more people gathered, and within half an hour, nearly a thousand people chose to surrender, half of whom were Saxons who had lost their leader.

"As expected of Minister Wei, it turns out he was thinking about this when he told us to capture and kill the leader."

Because he needed to keep an eye on these people, Lancelot brought his men over and, seeing this scene, remarked to Shirou Emiya.

No, you're overthinking it. In wartime, would you kill the soldiers first and not the leader?

Basically, in 99% of the battles, you should take down the boss first and get the right kill.

"But there are quite a lot of people. What are you going to do? Do you have that many people to manage?"

Lancelot asked curiously.

“That’s enough. Some of you won’t be transferred after this war, and this place is about to be developed. Besides, there are other options. Would I choose to recruit you if there were no suitable methods?”

Emiya Shirou remained completely calm. As he put it, magic is a useful and amazing thing.

With the other knights managed normally and aided by magic, a mere thousand men are easy to deal with.

"Farming? That sounds like a good idea. Why don't you share some with me? I'll need more manpower later on."

Upon hearing Shirou Emiya's words, Lancelot looked down and saw that each of them was a muscular expert, clearly good material for farming.

"You want to use them like cattle, huh?" Shirou Emiya rolled his eyes at Lancelot, Galahad's earlier remarks still fresh in his mind, but he didn't refuse.

"Wait a minute, I'll categorize them later. I'll give you some of the ones that you can use without worry, the kind that won't be a problem even if you use them all."

Lancelot's eyes lit up. That's great, that's great!

Half an hour later, five minutes had passed and no one had come out. The remaining people were all Saxons who did not believe in the number one leader and those who had a leader. Shirou Emiya thought this would not do. There were still at least half of them on the other side, which was several thousand people.

After thinking for a moment, he handed the [Smoke Mirror Detector (Evil-Specific Edition)] to Lancelot next to him: "Didn't you want labor? See those leaders and generals? You can take any of them that are emitting black smoke, but remember to keep an eye on them."

Lancelot's eyes began to light up; he hadn't expected the fearless, skilled farmer to arrive so soon!

"Can I kill someone if they try to stop me?"

"Kill the black energy freely, but I don't recommend it. After all, it's better to make them work than to kill them, isn't it?"

"Makes sense!"

Lancelot went down with the detector and led his men past the leaders one by one. Anyone whose detector emitted black smoke was seized. Naturally, some tried to resist, but they became obedient after Galahad struck them with his shield.

It really hurts when someone hits you with something!

The 'selection' began, with Lancelot as the examiner. Those selected were dragged to the back and beaten up, then tied up and thrown aside to stand obediently, creating a clear contrast with Shirou Emiya's group.

"I...I surrender too..."

The second wave of surrender began.

Volume 1: Chapter 43. Artoria Wants a Head Pat (4k)

"Has the king still not made a decision?"

In the office, Shirou Emiya, Agranovich, Galahad, and several others were present. Shirou Emiya was examining documents when he spoke.

Now, a month has passed since the last battle with Vortigern ended. The surrendered soldiers have been dealt with, but there is still one problem that has not been solved: the people who threatened us with food.

At the time, Shirou Emiya told her everything right after they finished. Although Artoria was a little angry that he hadn't told her, she didn't think much of it.

The issue is that the punishment outcome remains undetermined, after all...

"There's no way around it, too many things are involved. Can you believe it? The moment your punishment regulations came out, the king's second maternal uncle, a nobleman, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, kowtowed, and died on the spot."

Agguiwen covered his head. No matter who it was, his second great-uncle died on the spot in front of him, and other old guys were saying pitiful things. Who could arbitrarily determine the punishment?

"Sigh, the king has been personally leading the attack on Saxon cities all this time, and the battle lines have advanced a lot, all to avoid those guys."

Galahad, reflecting on the situation during this period, casually interjected.

"It seems the King has returned today to replenish supplies. Minister Wei should prepare in advance."

"Okay, leave the supplies to me. But are you coming back today...?"

Emiya Shirou thought of those old guys sleeping on the ground outside Artoria's room. He knew they were waiting to pressure Artoria and for him to give in.

He wrote the punishment regulations, and the result was intended for Wang to confirm.

Since they couldn't find Shirou Emiya's family, they could only put all the pressure on Artoria, trying to get her to give in.

"Sigh..." Emiya Shirou sighed deeply and turned to look at Agravain.

"Sometimes someone has to make concessions, but there are certain bottom lines that cannot be compromised. It's a game of strategy, and you must learn it well."

"it is good···"

Agguiwen nodded, thinking the other party wanted to take him out to teach, and then he heard...

"Then you can handle these official matters. Put any problems aside for now, and we'll talk about them when I get back."

Emiya Shirou got up and left. Galahad looked at the document, which was taller than a person, and glanced at Agravain with pity before turning around and following Emiya Shirou.

If he doesn't leave soon, he might have to help out here. He doesn't want to work, and besides, he has something to say.

“Your previous task has been completed. These are photos taken by Palamedes using the props you provided. No one else has seen them, including the King.”

Galahad pulled out a paper bag and handed it over. It was sent by Palamedes some time ago, and he said it was for Lord Emiya.

"I don't know why, but Lord Palamedes seems to be in a bad mood. There's no joy on his face, even though he loves to run around."

Galahad said with a puzzled look, while Shirou Emiya looked at the paper bag in his hand with a conflicted expression, "Perhaps the answer is here. I'm sorry to trouble him."

As he opened the paper bag, Shirou Emiya wanted to check its contents, but Galahad leaned closer with a puzzled look.

【·····】

Galahad then learned why his colleague was in a bad mood.

Amidst the cracked earth and barren wasteland, knights in tattered clothes knelt before them.

People, their bodies rotting and clearly afflicted with disease, collapsed and wailed in agony, while not far away, nobles, pointing at the scene, grinned and enjoyed the protection of those on horseback.

Holding up astonishing prices, the storefront, piled high with grain, is visible from the outside, with a row of people kneeling and begging not far away, including some very young people.

【·····】

There are so many, so many photos, all of them tragic.

Emiya Shirou only showed Galahad a few pictures before moving aside, while Galahad remained frozen in place.

Was it a bit too early for you? Looks like you should be more careful next time and not give out such bombshell revelations all at once.

"Are these... really real?"

After a short while, Galahad regained his senses, but his voice was trembling.

The gentlest knight could not bear to see such a tragic scene; his rational mind was collapsing.

It's not that the king will handle everything perfectly, it's not that Britain is getting better and better under his rule, it's not that the local nobles have no problems. Why is this happening...? Why...? Why...?

The light in Galahad's pupils dimmed, and a hand landed on his white-haired head.

"The king has not yet unified the country, and many nobles have not yet announced their allegiance. Don't get it wrong, our territories below are very stable."

"Don't blame the king or yourself for other people's mistakes. If you want to make a change, take action, just like the policies I've implemented."

The sound of security exploding, the warmth of a hand filled with a sense of security—everything brought an unparalleled and never-before-seen peace of mind.

"Hehe, I was overthinking it. He's still just a kid."

Galahad chuckled self-deprecatingly, his pupils regaining their brightness. Yes, what could he say when it wasn't his own territory?

If you want to change things, just take back those territories, and then let Minister Wei make some arrangements. Wouldn't that solve the problem?

"Haha, you're just a kid, it's normal for you to get stuck on things, just let it go."

Emiya Shirou rubbed the child vigorously again. "This kid has a very good mindset, and he's so easy to take care of."

"Lord Emiya and Lord Galahad, what... what are you doing?"

A familiar voice, tinged with confusion, bewilderment, and shock, rang out. The two looked over and saw Artoria, her lifeless emerald eyes reflecting Shirou Emiya's hand resting on Galahad's head.

"Is Wang back? I was just looking for you. Why are you back early?"

Emiya Shirou's expression remained unchanged as he withdrew his hand and walked towards Artoria. His expression and movements were completely unchanged, just as Artoria remembered, which reassured her somewhat.

"There was no other way. If I hadn't come back earlier, if I hadn't come directly to your place, I would have been stuck in traffic."

"Artoria said helplessly."

Galahad approached and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I shall take my leave now."

"Well, Lord Galahad, go and attend to your own business."

Artoria nodded with an air of authority, her gaze fixed on the other person's messy head.

Damn it, she wants to be touched too!

But she couldn't say those words. In fact, as the battle progressed, her royal authority grew stronger, and the relaxed state she used to be in was gradually diminishing.

Has this finally come? The time for accelerated change, the time when I'm becoming more and more like a king.

Emiya Shirou and Artoria walked into another private room. Shirou looked at the blond boy beside him who seemed to have grown up in an instant and thought to himself.

"Are those guys still guarding that place?"

In the room, Shirou Emiya served the snacks and tea that he had prepared beforehand, and asked the other person what was bothering him the most.

Artoria nodded: "Yes, I saw it from a distance just now, it's still there."

"How about we reduce the number of penalties?"

Emiya Shirou spoke up, startling Artoria, who was eating. She asked, puzzled, "Really?"

To be honest, Artoria is very annoyed right now.

But she didn't want to let Wei Gongqing down, which is why she persisted.

"It's impossible to solve it all at once, which is normal. From a leader's perspective, what you want is to gain more resources and a stronger voice, and then gradually improve things later."

Emiya Shirou comforted him, saying, "This is the path you should take, while my ideas are extreme and inappropriate in themselves."

"Don't feel guilty. Just treat my proposal as a bargaining chip to set the upper and lower limits. This will also help you fight for your interests."

He desperately wanted to get rid of all those bastards at once, but he wasn't the king here, and from Lia's perspective, dealing with them all at once was unrealistic. In this country and this era, even dealing with nobles was unrealistic, let alone dealing with so many at once.

Artoria's ability to maintain her progress for so long without regressing is a result of the influence she has received over the years, which is enough, considering there is still a long time ahead, isn't there?

"...If Lord Wei makes the decision, I will not refuse, but punishment is necessary!"

Artoria knew how terrifying it was to use food as leverage during wartime; if it weren't for the preparations made by Lord Emiya over the years, she might have been bedridden this time.

After reviewing the situation, she realized that without Wei Gongqing's presence, she could only come up with one solution.

Forcibly exploit the villages in your territory, or... kill them!

Fortunately, fortunately, Minister Wei was there...

Suddenly, Artoria's gaze fell silently on Shirou Emiya's hand, on the hand that hadn't touched Lord Galahad's head earlier.

Her gaze was complicated. She wanted to speak, but didn't know how, so she could only eat to relieve her anxiety.

"Let's go and communicate in a bit, to have the first communication after the war ends."

Artoria stared blankly and silently agreed, "Sure, but do we need to discuss it beforehand?"

Emiya Shirou: "No need, leave everything to me. Ria just needs to keep quiet."

"By the way, what's your bottom line?" Emiya Shirou suddenly asked, seemingly puzzled.

"...Let's not die..."

As Artoria spoke, the Stone Sword at her waist snapped in two and fell to the ground.

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Before Artoria could react, Shirou Emiya picked it up and examined it. The break was perfect, with not a single small piece of stone missing, and it could be reconnected using enhancement magic.