Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Many questions that were previously unanswered are now answered: why was the King's Sword chosen in this remote location instead of in the royal city?

Why didn't Merlin rush things, allowing everyone to speculate and try? It turns out he wasn't choosing a king for the sword, but waiting for the king to reach the right age to draw it.

Damn it, this was a setup that was planned long ago!

That damned noble king and the magician Merlin, saying that drawing a sword makes one a king, is that kidding?!

You're treating the other knights like aliens, aren't you?

Many knights were indignant. They had decided from the beginning to talk about a fair choice, but it was all so frustrating!

"Merlin..."

Faced with her respectful teacher, Artoria was at a loss for words. She simply recalled the years of instruction, closed her eyes, and tried to lift the holy sword.

The holy sword was raised; the king was about to deliver a speech. Merlin bowed his head and waited.

The knights around him changed their expressions, some with flickering eyes, but as more and more thuds sounded, more and more knelt down on one knee to perform the knightly salute, awaiting the king's words.

"I am Arthur Pendragon! I will lead Britain to greatness! And bring happiness and a better life to its people!"

Where the sword that once held the title of king was planted, the new king raises the sword and swears an oath—this is the king's promise.

Artoria finished speaking with a calm expression, but in reality, she didn't know how to end the situation. In the end, it was Merlin who got up and waved his staff.

“We will listen, but at this moment, there are other matters to be addressed.”

The king has appeared, the call to return to work has sounded, and we await the king's leadership!

With that final sentence, Merlin and Artoria vanished, along with Shirou Emiya from the crowd.

After the protagonist disappeared, the knights dispersed. Some waited for the king to reappear, while others quickly left to inform him. But one thing remained unchanged:

A king has appeared in Britain, and for many, many things are about to change.

At Sir Ector's doorstep, three figures appeared with the falling petals. Merlin, Artoria, and Shirou Emiya looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Hmm? Merlin, and who is this?"

Artoria asked in confusion, "This person seems to be the one who tried to pull out the Holy Sword earlier. Why is he here?"

"My name is Emiya Shirou..."

"Emiya Shirou Pendragon, the illegitimate son of another nobleman, is Morgan's brother and your older brother."

Merlin interrupted Shirou Emiya before he could speak, and with a smile, uttered some truly explosive words.

"What?! My brother!!!"

Artoria leaned back slightly, her delicate face filled with shock. What the hell? How come she didn't know she had a brother?!

"There's a lot you don't know, and it's normal for nobles to do these things. You'll get used to it."

Merlin's expression and words remained unchanged, because he was not lying; nobles were indeed troublesome.

"I see... I see..." Artoria's eyes were already rolling with excitement. She bowed deeply to Shirou Emiya and said, "Hello, Emiya-nii! I'm Artoria!"

Shirou Emiya was genuinely bewildered, but he quickly reacted, bowing deeply in return: "You're too kind! And I'm not your brother! Merry was just making things up!"

"what!"

Artoria looked up instantly, staring at Merlin in disbelief, and then realized the truth after seeing his joyful smile.

This guy is joking around again!

"Merlin!!!"

Click! The noise outside the door naturally alerted the people inside. Hector pushed open the door and saw Artoria tapping Merlin with the blade of her sword.

The kind of knocking that you keep chasing after!

He naturally noticed the red-haired boy watching the show and wanted to ask him something, but the boy looked over first.

"Hello, Uncle. I'm Shirou Emiya, a friend of... Merry's. I'm a traveler?"

Hector thought to himself, “There are three grammatically incorrect sentences in one sentence.”

"Uncle, what kind of address is that? Are they close?" Why did this guy mispronounce Merlin's name, and why was it a question at the end? But since he was a guest, Hector responded politely.

"Hello, I am Sir Hector."

Artoria stopped immediately after Hector appeared. "Father... Sir Hector... I have already sent over Keigo's knight's equipment."

Hector nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the holy sword, a strange light flashing in his pupils. He took a deep breath and slowly lowered his body, kneeling on one knee in reverence.

"Sir Hector, homage to the King of Britain, may you live forever, and I will have the honor of following in your footsteps!"

The sudden bow made Artoria a little flustered, especially since the other party was Hector, the "father" who had taken care of her for more than ten years.

"Don't forget your manners!"

Merlin's voice echoed in her mind, and the knowledge she had been learning surfaced. The vow she had made not long ago surged into her heart. Artoria closed her eyes and opened them again, calm, elegant, and full of pressure.

The sword rose and landed on Hector's shoulder. Artoria said loudly, "Knight Hector, I accept your loyalty."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hector bowed in thanks, then stood up and stood by the door to wait for everyone to enter, as if welcoming important and distinguished guests.

Her life, which had lasted for more than a decade, changed in an instant, but this was just the beginning. There would be many more similar things in the future. Artoria told herself that this was the symbol of being a queen, and she had to get used to it.

After giving himself a stern warning, the king stepped into the room and uttered his first command.

"Sir Hector, prepare some food, I'm hungry!"

"Yes, King."

Hector's expression instantly turned pained. As someone who had raised a child for over a decade, how could he not have noticed that the other person was a little unhappy? He was trying to relieve his stress by eating!

But the thought that the warehouse contains food reserves makes me a little worried—is it really enough to eat...?

Volume 1: 5. Feel the crushing power of delicious food!

A king is a king, a nobleman is a nobleman, and a commoner is a commoner.

Based on this, the living conditions of people from different classes are certainly vastly different, a fact that modern man Shirou Emiya is well aware of.

but!

Upon seeing the large loaf of bread, the simply simmered broth, and the extremely strange fish head dishes laid out on the table, Shirou Emiya voiced his doubts.

"Excuse me... who is this for?"

Upon learning that this was food meant for the king, Shirou Emiya fell even more silent. This was what King Arthur of ancient Europe ate.

Having just experienced the oath after drawing the sword, he already knew where he was. After all, as long as he didn't slack off in his studies, he would definitely remember this famous scene: King Arthur drawing the sword from the stone.

Based on the sword in the stone, it can be deduced that this place is similar to an ancient European country. With this in mind, Shirou Emiya felt relieved.

Yes, even modern Britain doesn't have much good food, so how can we expect anything good to be found in ancient times?

Humans are, after all, highly adaptable creatures.

"You seem quite troubled. Are you perhaps very skilled at cooking?"

Suddenly, Merry appeared from the side, leaning in with a handsome male face. Shirou Emiya stopped her with his scabbard: "It's alright, but I'm just crying over the food. After all, the most normal thing here is hard bread and tasteless meat soup."

Meryl's eyes darted around several times. Although she couldn't be sure which hero this guy was, one thing was certain: anyone named [Emiya Shirou] was a great cook.

"How about we make a deal?" The white-haired man grinned wickedly. Shirou Emiya frowned slightly, wondering what this guy was up to.

"We're just friends now."

Emiya Shirou warns that there are different levels of friendship, and some friends can be quite fragile.

After learning that this was the story of pulling the sword from the stone and Britain, he also figured out the man's identity: Merlin, the great magician and advisor to the king.

Although it was a bit strange that the other person was a woman, his intuition kept warning him to be careful, so Shirou Emiya remained on guard.

"Hehe, don't worry, we're friends~"

As if she didn't understand the warning, Mary smiled and continued, "I can use magic to get you the seasonings, and you can cook, how about that?"

"Seasonings? Are they a fixed selection, or do I just choose what to make?"

Emiya Shirou's eyes darted around as he noticed the sounds of people eating not far away. His expression changed as if he had become interested, and he pressed for details.

"Great!" Mary smiled.

"I can give you whatever you want, but I can only guarantee that it will taste the same."

"That's enough. If you can really get your hands on it, I can take care of the cooking. After all, I also want to eat flavorful food."

Emiya Shirou nodded in agreement. "Who doesn't want to eat something salty and flavorful in this lifetime? What kind of hard, rock-hard bread is this? Let whoever wants to eat it eat it!"

"Okay! But you have to promise me one thing: don't reveal my true gender."

Meryl added, "This guy has no guts when he talks, I have to mention him."

After all, if this were exposed, it would take away a lot of the fun.

Emiya Shirou nodded in agreement to such a trivial matter, but added, "Let me make this clear first, whether there's seasoning or not is fine, but that's not an excuse for you to do something bad."

One of them is a woman who insists on presenting herself as a man. You have to make things clear when dealing with this strange guy, or something bad will happen sooner or later.

"Don't worry! This is a deal; after all, I also want to enjoy some delicious food!"

Mary patted her chest to assure him, blinking her big eyes in an attempt to show that she was very reliable.

"Alright, start with the basic three-piece set: salt, sugar, and MSG. Then add balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce, and dark soy sauce. I also need scallions, ginger, and garlic. Oh, and a pot, spoon, and spatula set too..."

As Shirou Emiya continued talking, Merry's eyebrows twitched. Why did this guy seem to be treating her like a wishing well?

Perfect timing! I'll show you what a 'super magician' really is!

Thinking of Merry, he reached out and tugged at Shirou Emiya's clothes.

"Hey hey hey!" Emiya Shirou jumped to create some distance.

"What are you doing?!"

"You're only talking about things from your side. It's easier to get them using your related items." Mary rolled her eyes. What is this guy thinking? I have no interest in your clothes!

"Oh, so it's a magic trick similar to alchemy. I was overthinking it. Sorry."

As a magician, Shirou Emiya had naturally heard of similar things and knew some basic settings, so the other party wasn't lying.

He took off his coat and handed it to the other person, and magic surged forth, coalescing into a new coat.

"Do you need more? Is one enough?"

“That’s enough~”

Merry waved her hand to indicate that it was enough. With a wave of her staff, standard flower petals appeared and covered her clothes. As a breeze blew by, the clothes disappeared, leaving only a pile of things, which were exactly what Emiya Shirou had just mentioned.

"Oh! That's impressive!"

During his inspection, Shirou Emiya praised him without reservation, and his tone was slightly more respectful, since strong people are respected everywhere.

"Hehe, hurry up and cook! Feel free to use anything in the kitchen!"

"Okay, so if you can make scallions, ginger, and garlic, can you make vegetables too?"

That makes sense...

"That's good!"

Looking at the many clothes stuffed into her arms, and then at Shirou Emiya who was already writing a list, a question mark slowly appeared above Merry's head.

"We'll most likely be teammates later on, so as a welcome gift, I'll treat you to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!"

Meryl narrowed her eyes slightly. "Sure!"

With so many clothes, you should be able to see something, or learn something from others.

Meanwhile, Artoria, who was using food therapy to adjust her mood, was stuffing herself with delicious food. After eating for a while, she realized that the two figures were not there, so she looked at Sir Hector next to her.

"Where are Merlin and... Shirou Emiya?"

Hector pondered for a moment, "I saw the two of them go into the kitchen and haven't come out yet. They must be in the kitchen, or they must have something to do. After all, Merlin is always very busy."

He wasn't lying; Merlin's frequent elusive appearances were a sign of his busy schedule.

Artoria thought about it and agreed; after all, it was Merlin, so it was normal for him to be busy.

"Wait! What's that smell in the air?!"