Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"One shot..." King Lyon touched his chest. His strength seemed to be about the same as Vortigern's. If the other party died in one shot, what about him?

How many hits can it withstand?

The moment the question arose, Lord Leon's body trembled violently, and after a shiver, he revealed a kind smile.

"Ahem, Lord Merlin, could we talk some more?"

Tsk, what a coward. Of all these feudal lords, you're the most honest one, yet you pretend to be tough.

"Lord Merlin, you've already said it," King Lyon reminded him from the side.

"Ah, hahaha, sorry, sorry."

Meryl scratched her head, then casually pulled out a list: "This is the current and future situation of the nobles in the territory. You can see what I mean."

Ok?

Why are you showing me this?

King Lyon was filled with doubt, and then he saw one after another nobleman who had lost everything, some of whom had even been reduced to commoners.

"!!!"

King Lyon looked up in horror: "What... what exactly does King Arthur want to do?!"

"It's just rewriting the rules. You know, it's normal for a new king to rewrite the rules when he establishes a country."

"So, do you want to fight back?" Meryl said casually, stepping towards the door as she spoke.

Upon reaching the gate, Mary squinted, her gaze piercing through it to see outside. With a click, she opened the door, revealing a young man standing there, leaning forward, frozen in place.

"Guinevere, it's been a long time! It's Merlin~ Speaking of which, I used to hold you when you were little, remember?"

Mary greeted him cheerfully, and King Leon's face showed a hint of shock before turning into anger.

"Who told you to come here! Go back now!"

Guinevere bowed to Merlin and then quickly turned and left without lingering.

"Sigh, kids get disobedient as they grow up."

Watching his daughter's departing figure, the old father sighed.

"By the way, does the Magician Merlin keep his word? What about the benefits of joining voluntarily...?"

The anger wasn't genuine; it was a forced anger, meant for Merlin's benefit, to show him that he didn't unconditionally spoil his daughter.

It also tells the other party that he has given in.

"You still prefer to choose the safest option."

Merlin muttered a slight complaint and replied, "I can ask for you, but the specific terms will probably need to be discussed and confirmed later."

“I’m not the main person in charge right now, but I can help you contact the main person in charge.”

Merlin's words made King Lyon's eyes widen in disbelief.

He doesn't believe you can't make decisions independently, but it's intriguing that he said it himself.

"It seems there's an expert here. Please pass this on."

From this moment forward, his future communications will no longer be about simple marriage alliances, but about the future of him as a feudal lord and the future of his family.

The initial confidence and pride have now turned into caution and humility.

No one wants to start a war, especially one that is destined to be lost. It is a war between two peoples, so why gamble with the future? He was not a gambler.

"I understand, I understand, I will pass it on, after all, we've known each other for so many years."

Meryl waved her staff, and the petals carried away the nightmare.

"Sigh, I hope everything goes well..."

King Lyon's helpless voice echoed in the air.

Meanwhile, on the other side, after leaving, Merry stood directly next to Shirou Emiya and relayed what had just happened.

"You're giving in already? I thought we were going to have to go at it."

Emiya Shirou was somewhat surprised, and even felt a little regretful.

"Sigh, if only we could have a proper fight, the benefits would be much better than surrendering directly."

"Tsk, you're not trying to maximize profits, but rather to make an example of someone to push through your policies."

In her teenage form, Meryl sat on the desk, poking her apprentice with her staff while making sarcastic remarks.

"There's nothing I can do. Many people assume a person doesn't have a knife just because they haven't seen one. Can you blame me for that?"

Ignoring the persistent poker, Shirou Emiya got up to leave. Reporting wasn't urgent; Artoria hadn't returned yet, mainly because she was overseeing the construction of Camelot Castle.

"Ignoring people will make Master angry, you know~ By the way, where's the Sword in the Stone?"

"I puffed out my cheeks and said fiercely, then looked around the room and tilted my head in confusion."

"I don't know. Not many people would come to my room to take it. Whoever took it must have a reason. Besides, I can tell that the sword in the stone is fine, so I'm too lazy to look for it."

Shirou Emiya knew that the Sword in the Stone had disappeared, but he was too lazy to look for it.

It took skill to get this back after losing it in my own room, overcoming a bunch of restrictions. There's no rush to find it for now.

"You are so magnanimous. Why don't you be magnanimous to your master too? I have a question I'd like to answer."

Merry jumped off her desk and stood in front of her apprentice, tracing circles on his pectoral muscles with her slender fingers. Her red lips parted slightly: "I'm curious whether you're a Heroic Spirit or have a human body~"

To be honest, Merry is extremely beautiful; even from Shirou Emiya's perspective, she's top-tier.

The slender fingers may seem to have little flesh, but they feel incredibly soft to the touch. The way they circle around the pectoral muscles is simply terrifying; if it were anyone else, they might just give up.

But he is Emiya Shirou.

"Sorry, I refuse."

Stepping back to create distance and raising her hand to indicate that she should keep her distance, the highly practiced set of movements surprised Melly.

"Well~ it's just a quick check-up, it'll be quick~"

"No, I have a lot of things to do, and I don't like having my body checked by strangers."

He shook his head in refusal, turned around and walked outside. He couldn't stay here any longer, otherwise the other party would definitely cause trouble.

Emiya Shirou was absolutely certain of it.

Construction of Camelot continued, and as time went on, more and more people were mobilized to build the city, while Britons also migrated there.

Some people feel safe here, some admire King Arthur, and some want to do business here to see if they can get rich, after all, this is the main city.

"One core, two connecting cities, this is the arrangement for now, the three cities form a triangle that complements each other."

“The core grain production areas and livestock breeding areas cannot be all put together. Instead, each place should have its own, and every city must have a complete industrial chain.”

"As for other places, we will temporarily ignore the territory of King Lyon and the southern coastal territory that we need to deal with later. We will focus on developing our own territory first, and we will deal with other places after we have completely reached an agreement."

In the main tent of the camp outside Camelot, more than a dozen principal knights, including Agravure, Lancelot, Gawain, and Galahad, as well as major nobles such as Hector, were present. Shirou Emiya pointed to the map hanging on the wall and explained the plans for the future.

The crowd listened, but many disagreed, including Lancelot and a few others who had no interest in handling political affairs.

In their view, the knight only needed to follow the king in his footsteps and fight, and other matters would naturally be handled by others.

Lancelot had experience in agriculture, but that wasn't part of politics.

Agguivin and Galahad listened very attentively, as did Hector and the others.

On the platform, Shirou Emiya naturally noticed this situation. Looking at the many geniuses and strong individuals in front of him, the purpose of gathering everyone here began to be revealed.

"Furthermore, the King has prepared to establish a new management system, the most unique of which is the Knights of the Round Table. The highest honor for knights will be chosen jointly by the King, the Holy Lance, and the people."

Upon hearing this, everyone sat up straight; this was intelligence gathering.

"But I can tell you that the number of seats for the Knights of the Round Table is limited, currently there are only fifteen, that is to say, fourteen excluding the King."

Emiya Shirou glanced around, and everyone else glanced around too. They had already assumed there were only thirteen weapons left, since Emiya Shirou was definitely going to go up.

No! There are only eleven!

When they saw Gawain and Lancelot, everyone had the same thought. When they saw Galahad and the others, they felt that there was no room left, or even not enough room!

"Alright, alright, stop looking. We haven't decided on a specific name yet. You guys don't think anyone is a guaranteed spot, do you?"

Emiya Shirou sneered, took out a huge sheet of paper and stuck it on the wall. It was covered with densely packed rules, and the names started like this.

The Knights of the Round Table were not merely knights of battle, but all-around knights capable of governing a nation, knights who could stand alone in any field!

"I'm telling you, the Knights of the Round Table may not be the strongest in any one area, but they are definitely top-notch in many areas at the same time."

Looking at the many people below who were already sitting on pins and needles, and those whose eyes were starting to sparkle, Shirou Emiya's lips curled up.

"So, let's begin our studies. Let's learn how to govern a country, learn the king's methods of governance, so that we can share the king's burdens and become qualified Knights of the Round Table!"

"Gentlemen! If you wish to become a Knight of the Round Table, the highest honor in Britain, then come and experience the King's hardships! Come and pass the test! Come and demonstrate your multifaceted strengths!"

"All the glory, the future of being remembered in history, lies here! It lies in the books and writings you will receive later!"

This is a learning experience, an improvement for everyone, an action to raise the nation's ceiling and extend its future, a gift brought by Shirou Emiya.

As for those who read the book, their thoughts on Doraemon are irrelevant to him. Anyway, if you want to become a Knight of the Round Table, then study hard and experience the hardships of being a king!

Volume 1: Chapter 51. Lia Wants to Stick Together During Work Hours (4k)

It turns out that for some people, if they had to choose between fighting and studying, they would choose the former.

After all, studying is really annoying, especially when the requirements are high enough to govern a country, the level becomes even more daunting.

In the study room, everyone except Shirou Emiya was there, scratching their heads and looking pained.

This kind of life continued for several days until one morning Tristan finally couldn't take it anymore, slammed his fist on the table, and stood up.

"No! I can't take it anymore! I'm the son of a noble duke, how could I possibly need to study!"

"I can absolutely handle this job on my own! Absolutely!"

Tristan said confidently, looking at everyone and stating his thoughts: "Gentlemen, we are all top-tier beings in Britain, top-tier in every aspect, and we can handle this!"

"Let's go! Let's persuade Lord Wei! Let's persuade the King!"

"Oh!!!"

The others joined in the commotion and followed suit, except for a few scattered individuals who didn't get up.

"So, you think you don't need to study and can be competent right away?"

Looking at the noble knights led by Tristan in front of him, Shirou Emiya looked up at the sky. Oh, it's daytime now, so it's normal to have a better mindset.

"That's right, we believe we are capable enough to handle it!"

Kay and Bedivere, who were behind Tristan, stepped forward and said the same thing, while the others behind them nodded frantically.

At a glance, apart from Agraven, Galahad, Paramedes, and Kai, everyone else was there, but most of them were just there to have some fun, such as Gawain and Lancelot, who hid in the back and didn't say a word.

If it succeeds, that's a good thing; if it doesn't, then I don't have that mindset.

"I see. I'd like to agree."

Emiya Shirou's words gave them hope, but the conversation wasn't over yet.

"But this is an assessment, not an evaluation. So let's talk about this: each of you will be given a territory to manage. I can promise you that if the results are reasonable, you can be exempted from the training."

Since they are all colleagues and friends, he naturally wouldn't force everyone to learn. However, if they don't want to learn, they should produce something of substance.

"I will make arrangements for the cities in your territory. You will have full authority to govern them and we will not interfere. The basic condition is that no one dies, except for necessary villains. When dealing with villains, you also need to preserve evidence."

"The governance standard will be based on the city of Camelot. I happen to be governing here during this period, with a time limit of six months. We will then compare the results and see the differences."

"You can ask me for supplies, but I will only give you the basic amount that I have planned. I will not give you any more than that unless there are unexpected circumstances."

After saying that, Shirou Emiya spread his hands with a smile: "How about that? Isn't it simple?"

It sounded simple, but it sparked all sorts of wild ideas in everyone's minds.

It's not about comparing it to the old territory, but to the newly developed Camelot. The bottom line sounds simple enough, so it's worth a try!

This is what everyone thinks.

"So what about the punishment? We didn't follow the original plan, and we've given away an entire city like this. What's the punishment for our failure?"

Lancelot asked, "How can there be such a good thing as agreeing without any punishment?"