Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

However, to the leader's surprise, none of the people following Vottigan had eaten their fill, but they did so after surrendering.

"Get up. And don't get me wrong, I am not your leader. King Arthur is."

Emiya Shirou corrected them as he led the way, while simultaneously pulling out a sheet of blueprints and handing it to the two of them.

"The camp location has been planned. We won't do any work these days. The main task is to put the supplies into storage and build the camp. I will take care of opening up the trade routes. You just need to wait."

"By the way, have the chefs come with me. I'll arrange a meal first."

He led his men to the warehouse where supplies had been prepared in advance, and began preparing his first meal there. Outside, under the leadership of Old York and the number one leader, they also began to move.

After arranging a meal for his subordinates, Shirou Emiya began contacting key material suppliers.

Emiya Shirou: "I've already arranged my people. How's your material preparation going?"

In Morgan's private magic workshop, Morgan, who had just snatched a water cup back from a blond brat, heard a commotion and quickly checked the messages.

Upon seeing the contents, her expression became conflicted. Logically speaking, they shouldn't be cooperating on the supply of materials, since Camelot was, strictly speaking, her city, and she should have arranged for its construction.

It's just that her identity was stolen, which means she wasn't the first owner.

"Cooperate first, then cut off the supply in an emergency, and you'll be guaranteed victory!"

Morgan consoled himself with this thought.

Morgan: "Everything is ready. The first batch will be shipped over soon. Just be prepared to receive it."

Emiya Shirou: "That will be a huge help. I didn't contact any other partners, I only found you. If production can't keep up, remember to let me know in advance, don't try to push yourself. This time, I'm making money with you."

The message he received was full of trust, which made Morgan smile involuntarily.

You idiot! I'm all ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. Don't regret it then.

Having just conveyed his 'good' emotions over the past two days, Morgan is now even more ruthless than usual.

Emiya Shirou: "By the way, did you really say you had some really good breeds of meat-producing livestock and grain crops?"

Morgan turned her head and looked at the flower pots piled up in the room not far away, as well as all sorts of strange liquids.

As a magician capable of nurturing complete, even genius, children, high-yield grains and livestock are not something easily obtained.

Morgan: "If I say it's true, then it is. Are you questioning me?"

Emiya Shirou: "No, I've always believed in you. It's always good to have it, so I'm going to buy it! Buy it in bulk!"

Food is the most important thing for people, and food supplies are one of the most important resources for a country. Originally, Shirou Emiya was going to trick Merry into doing research, but he accidentally learned that his friend had access to such resources.

On one side is a chat friend I've been talking to for years and who has helped me out many times; on the other side is a guy with white hair who likes to cause trouble and has a lot of fun, and who always owes favors if I help him.

The choice is self-evident.

Emiya Shirou: "Then let me take a batch first and see how it goes. If it's suitable, I'll take as much as I want, I guarantee I can finish it!"

Emiya Shirou: "As for the price, we'll discuss it in detail later. Remember to give me a discount."

Morgan: "Let's get the goods first, the price is negotiable."

She had little interest in Morgan, as she was, in some ways, the heir to Britain, and had never lacked money since birth.

She was more interested in her chat partner's things than in the money.

"Looks like I won't have to hold back next time, after all, I helped you so much..."

Morgan has already decided that next time he goes, he'll take out the blankets!

After discussing the city-building materials and the potential for high-yield resources, Shirou Emiya breathed a sigh of relief, feeling only gratitude towards the friend he had never met.

This guy is ruthless; I just don't know whose noble family he's from. Hopefully, we won't become adversaries later.

The only person who could produce these items is the nobleman Shirou Emiya.

A few more days passed, and the previously agreed-upon supplies began to be delivered gradually, just in time for the site to be ready.

Construction has begun in Camelot.

As a city where the future and the present intertwine, and echoing the main city of the second city that Gawain guarded at the time, a major core of Camelot is its grandeur and elegance.

Good materials, let's get started!

Magical protective array, let's get started!

The surrounding urban areas are too chaotic; they need planning and improvement!

Gawain said there are Saxons over there, let's get this done! Let's get to work!

Galahad said there are so many refugees, let's get them! Come and lay bricks, meals provided!

Artoria is back! Let's get her back! ...Ahem, we can't afford to mess with that.

"What's wrong? You look so worried."

As soon as the two met, Shirou Emiya noticed the other's furrowed brow. Could there be another expert besides Vortigern?

"No, it was a letter that someone gave me during the war."

Artoria took out a letter and recounted what had happened.

It was a bright and sunny day. She and her men were invincible, and wherever they went, their enemies fled in disarray. She was truly the epitome of invincibility.

But during the midday break, one of his knights ran over and said that a man had come to the camp, claiming to be looking for King Arthur.

Artoria received the letter with some confusion, and then received this letter.

Emiya Shirou opened it and read it. The contents were very simple. It was a letter from a man named King Leon who wanted to marry his daughter to Artoria.

The other party's daughter is named...

Guinevere

"King Lyon, one of the princes of Britain, has not yet agreed to join our unified Britain. If we do not agree, perhaps this Britain will not be complete."

Mary appeared from the side and began to explain the situation.

For example, the three princes of Britain each had their own territory and the right to choose to secede from or join Britain.

"They even have this right?" Shirou Emiya was quite surprised. It was a bit too much for a subordinate to decide whether or not to split up the family.

"So, what does Lia think?"

Let me offer a comment and then turn my attention to the main person in charge, since their opinion is the most important.

"···"

Artoria's face was full of conflict. As a queen, she didn't want to see Britain incomplete.

As a queen, she did not want to fight with her subjects, even if they chose to defect.

What the king needs is protection, not opposition.

But she really didn't want to be with the person recommended by the other party. Firstly, it felt like there was no way to refute it, even though she knew it was a political marriage, she just felt uncomfortable.

Emiya Shirou's brainwashing over the years has been very effective; what was once a common practice among nobles—arranged marriages—has now become something they dislike. Congratulations!

However, these were minor matters to Artoria. The most important thing was that she did not want to give up her position as 'Queen' to someone else.

She already has someone in mind, a very suitable candidate, and she's just extending an invitation now.

"You don't want to agree?"

"Wait a moment," said the defender, Miyajiro.

Altria: “…”

Emiya Shirou: "Then I won't agree. I'll reply in a bit, and once I break away, I'll deal with him! How dare a subject make demands, even arbitrarily deciding on such an important position as the Queen? Will he decide on the throne next time?"

Shirou Emiya slammed his hands on Artoria's shoulders, lowered his head slightly, and looked directly into her eyes: "Lia, remember this: Britain was won through genuine victory in war, not through concessions! It wasn't obtained through this kind of outcome!"

"You are the King of Britain, you can do whatever you want, agree to whatever you don't want to agree to, you won't do things if things don't go your way, and you'll do things if things go your way, because you are the unchallenged King! You are the one and only King!"

King Lyon (Guinevere's father)

Volume 1: Chapter 50. Want to become a Knight of the Round Table? You'll have to get past me! (4k)

[To the King of Lyon:]

If you have to cooperate with others to maintain the facade of a hard-won territory, then you might as well start from scratch.

Signed: Shirou Emiya, Head of Logistics, Britain

In the main city of a former British principality, a man looked at the contents of an envelope in his hand and spoke.

"Does this look like a rejection?"

"Father···"

Beside her stood a beautiful young woman with silver-white hair and a pale complexion, named Guinevere.

King Arthur, what a handsome and great name. Especially as the daughter of a feudal lord, she needed to know him all the time, but the more she learned about him, the more fascinated she became.

Such a hero is practically the dream lover of countless young women.

Before receiving the letter, Guinevere had already been fantasizing about life together, but now it seems she was overthinking it.

“It’s alright if you refuse. I’ll ask Merlin what’s going on.”

Seeing his baby daughter's heartbroken expression, King Leon scoffed in displeasure. "Such a good choice, and you actually refused it. Young people are indeed arrogant and impetuous. You think you can look down on everyone just because you beat up Vortigern?"

Simply ridiculous!

And this kid named Emiya Shirou, it's so rude of him to put his name on this letter!

King Lyon, annoyed, dismissed his daughter and turned to go to a room to contact a certain half-nightmare.

"Ta-da! Who's contacting me? Merlin, the Magician of Flowers, is here!"

As one of the British princes, it's perfectly normal for him to know Merlin and have his contact information.

"Merlin, are you aware of this? This is different from what you said before."

King Lyon handed over the envelope, his face full of displeasure.

"Ah, this? I know him, he's my apprentice."

Mary smiled as she took it and then smiled as she handed it back.

King Lyon's anger froze for a moment, and when he spoke again, most of his anger had subsided: "So, this is your decision?"

"No, it's the king's decision."

Meli shook her head and explained that Artoria did not want to establish a queen for the time being and did not want to rule Britain with others.

King Lyon found it laughable. He had already figured out what the other party meant: he wanted to establish a country completely ruled by the other party.

But how could it be so simple? Britain has always been jointly governed by multiple princes. This is a historical policy, and it cannot be changed so easily.

"Merlin, you're responsible for this. I didn't interfere because you said the king would marry my daughter, and that's why I watched them fight."

"If I had known it would be like this, and that there was no way to cooperate, then I might as well have taken action directly. I am a prince of Britain, no less than Vortigern! Nor less than that old King Arthur!"

King Lyon's harsh words and commanding tone displeased Mary, but she didn't say anything.

She does bear some responsibility for this. Before the trip started, she did mention the possibility of a future marriage alliance. At the time, I thought history was set in stone and it wouldn't matter what she said.

Who would have thought that Shirou Emiya, that strange Heroic Spirit who became her apprentice, would suddenly appear?

“I do bear some responsibility for this. How about this, you join Britain, and I will make sure they do their best not to shake your position in management.”

"The power structure is about to change. I guarantee that as long as you don't cause trouble, you can stay in the upper echelons."

Mary made a concession, but the other party didn't seem to appreciate it.

King Lyon scoffed and tossed his head: "I am a prince, and my strength allows me to break away from Britain."

Meryl: "The King will not allow this outcome, and you will become our enemy."

“I am a feudal lord, and my strength is no less than that of Vortigern (in human form) and that kid’s father.”

It took almost ten years to defeat Vortigern, and you want to fight someone with such greater overall strength? Then let's give it a try and see who will be the true king of Britain.

Thinking of this, King Lyon crossed his arms, revealing his powerful aura.

Meryl: "She was in her developmental stage before, but now she's almost at her peak. You can't handle it. If you ask why, it's because she has the Holy Lance."

"...The Holy Lance? That Holy Lance?" King Leon's imposing aura vanished instantly, and he leaned down to Meryl to confirm again.

Meryl nodded. "Vortigern was killed by a single spear thrust."