Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"It's not that I don't want to, Lord Emiya, but we'll be encountering a noble landowner on the way, and we can't move without prior arrangement."

Three months later, on the outskirts of a city, Melly sat on a rock, resting her chin on her hand, watching the argument unfold in the distance.

The main characters are:

The ordinary people who found that speaking directly was particularly effective over the past three months were also the initiators of this incident.

Emiya Shirou came to handle the matter.

The worker, with a bitter expression, refuted the conflicted and brooding words.

It's quite interesting to have three groups together.

That's what Mary was thinking.

"Whose land is this? What's its name?"

Upon hearing the word "noble," Shirou Emiya frowned, pulled out a notebook, and asked for the name. Just then, someone darted over from a distance.

"Lord Emiya!!! Father!!!"

With a deafening roar, a middle-aged man slid in from five meters away, sliding all the way to his knees to grab Shirou Emiya's thigh.

"My dear father! You are my dear father! The land we passed by belongs to my family, no! It belongs to the state! This damn land certificate is in my cabinet for some reason, and it even has my name written on it, it's absolutely terrifying!"

Quickly pulling out the land deed from his pocket, the middle-aged man sobbed as he shoved it into Shirou Emiya's hand, his face full of flattery and his tone extremely humble.

"Hiss, that must be our most powerful nobleman here, why is he acting like this?"

"Heh, that's Lord Emiya, the king's favorite, the one who makes all the decisions. How could he not be intimidated?"

"Can't you just back down? Lord Emiya has dealt with so many nobles these past few months, at least dozens. He's confiscated their property. Can you argue with that?"

"Really? How dare you go over there and bring up the problem directly? Aren't you afraid someone will cause you trouble?"

"Do they dare? If there's a problem, just say it's Lord Emiya, an order personally given by the King, it's national policy! Do they dare to cause trouble? Do they think there aren't enough people working in the fields?"

Emiya Shirou, respectfully addressed as Lord Emiya by everyone, is the main administrator currently holding the letter from King Arthur.

Possessing mysterious and unpredictable mobility (changing locations three times a day), a generous personality, and an approachable attitude, he is someone who often carries a handwritten note and asks others to speak freely, and who will always investigate and resolve any issues that come to mind.

Within three months, everyone from nobles to ordinary residents knew of Lord Emiya's name.

"I see. So it was all an accident. You really didn't try to stop it?"

Emiya Shirou looked at the land deed and stared at the other person, then asked.

"No! Absolutely not! The main problem is that I didn't even know about it until someone reminded me! Lord Emiya, you can ask someone else!"

The middle-aged nobleman shook his head frantically, realizing he was truly innocent this time and genuinely didn't know where the channels were leading.

Lately, with the 'devil's' management and presence, who dares to approach the center without reason? At the very least, they'll wait until the other party leaves before making any moves.

Emiya Shirou looked at the worker, who nodded somewhat awkwardly. Due to the historical inertia of his noble status, he subconsciously judged that it was impossible to succeed and indeed did not go to discuss it.

"So you have a problem too."

Emiya Shirou frowned and muttered a complaint, then handed over a blank notebook under the other's respectful gaze: "Copy the work process and various precautions, fill this notebook up, and I'll stick to it for a week."

"As for you."

His gaze fell on the middle-aged nobleman: "I see on the map that we'll be passing through your land..."

Middle-aged nobleman: "!!!"

"The land deeds will all be delivered shortly, I guarantee not a single one will be missing!"

Those who follow the right path will naturally be rewarded.

"Keep half of the land deeds in the city, don't cause any trouble, and then you'll be out of the picture."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged nobleman's eyes lit up; the weight of what the other party said was considerable.

Since that previous incident, the news that the other party could do whatever they wanted with anyone had been circulating among the nobles, causing widespread panic. Unexpectedly, they managed to escape this time.

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't cause any trouble."

"Then I'll head out now and go get ready."

The middle-aged nobleman quickly left the scene, his departure no slower than his arrival.

"Alright, the land issue is settled. I want to see the work completed next week. There are no excuses this time."

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

The worker bowed and left, saying he would be very busy this week and wouldn't stay any longer.

With the remaining people leaving, they quickly surrounded Shirou Emiya and began pulling out various items from different places.

"Lord Emiya, this is some dried meat that my family makes. Please try it!"

"Lord Emiya, come and try some of the fruits we picked this morning, they're so fresh!"

"Lord Emiya..."

"Lord Emiya..."

The apprentice was surrounded, while the 'lonely' Merry scratched her head. She was clearly more famous, so why hadn't she experienced all this?

[Fine, I won't steal my apprentice's thunder~]

Her pupils reflected the red figure who kept accepting and thanking her. Meryl's delicate face remained expressionless; she was deep in thought.

After repeatedly declining, Shirou Emiya finally managed to leave the crowd after twenty minutes, and after seeing everyone off, he arrived at Merry's side.

"Phew, it's finally over. Want to try some? These fruits are really fresh."

"That's it? You've been wandering around much less lately, aren't you worried something else might happen?"

While reaching for food without any hesitation, Mary asked.

"It's okay. The idea that speaking out will definitely lead to action and investigation has already spread. If you don't even have the courage to embrace it, then I can't really solve anything."

"Besides, it's not about completely abandoning those who 'overthink' things."

Emiya Shirou pulled a piece of paper from the vegetables; lines of writing were written on it. He smiled.

While overthinking and timidity can be troublesome in many ways, that's no reason for a manager to abandon them; he certainly won't do that.

"What is this?" Meryl tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.

"The informants we have will occasionally record and pass on things that are difficult to say, as well as other ways of informing us of problems."

"Really? You've got a lot on your mind~"

"More choices mean more paths, right? By the way, you haven't been catching up on sleep in the mornings lately, and you've even been running around with me everywhere. Are you really okay?"

Meryl paused for a fraction of a second: "It's alright, Britain has a different flavor in the morning, doesn't it?"

Is that really the case? Was it just to see Britain in the morning? What was your initial thought? Was it to see Britain in the morning, or was it out of spite that everyone recognized Emiya-sama but not the Flower Magician?

Only Mary herself knows the answer.

"Oh, a message has come in."

Suddenly sensing something, Mary spoke up.

Emiya Shirou: "?"

“It’s Lord Tristan who requested the contact.” Meryl stroked her chin, sensing the presence of amusement.

"Hmm? Lord Tristan? Let's go take a look."

Emiya Shirou was somewhat puzzled, but not too much. After all, what could possibly go wrong? And how big could the problem be?

The other party is an old nobleman, so they are quite powerful.

"Lord Tristan doesn't understand people's hearts!"

"Lord Tristan doesn't understand people's hearts!!"

"Lord Tristan doesn't understand people's hearts!!!"

Emiya Shirou, who has just arrived here: ?

Upon arriving, Merry's eyes lit up, and she leaped away to find some fun.

The dense crowd shouted loudly, repeating that one sentence over and over again.

Emiya Shirou looked around. The surrounding area was clearly rural architecture, and he didn't see Lord Tristan. So why did these people call him that?

"I see!"

With a loud bang in the sky, Merry made a dazzling appearance, and the silver-white girl figured everything out in a very short time.

The story begins three months ago. When Tristan arrived, everything was normal, and everyone was working according to the overall plan.

In the first month, Tristan didn't make any changes, just provided simple management and assistance.

Until that day, at the end of the first month, to celebrate passing a month without injury, Tristan, who loved poetry, showed off his skills.

Relatively sophisticated and rare poetry is indeed very appealing in an era with little entertainment, and Tristan received a great deal of applause.

His mind started working. Everyone loved poetry, but he was only one person and couldn't perform all the time.

Tristan recalled Wei Gongqing's learning method and suddenly understood.

From that day on, everyone, in addition to their daily labor, had to study poetry in the evenings, taught by Tristan himself.

Heaven has mercy! As elderly farmers who are 95% illiterate, asking them to learn poetry is really beyond their syllabus. But they have to learn poetry, so what can we do? We'll just add another literacy lesson.

You have to understand that in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the work during the day was not easy. On top of that, you also had to attend classes until late at night, which greatly reduced the time you could spend playing games with your wife. Who could stand that?

Two months later, the long-simmering conflict finally erupted, resulting in the situation we see today, and Tristan has just been carried away by his men.

After hearing the whole story, Shirou Emiya thought, "...What an idiot."

Mary nodded: "Indeed, he's an idiot."

"Let's talk to him later. Let's deal with the immediate problem first, or things will get out of hand."

As the person in front of him grew increasingly agitated, and it seemed the situation was about to spiral out of control, Shirou Emiya stepped out from Merry's side to cover up the magic's failure.

"What's wrong? Everyone's gathered together, is there some kind of problem?"

A penetrating voice rang out.

【·····】

The moment Shirou Emiya's voice rang out, the surroundings immediately fell silent. Everyone turned their heads, and a few of them, upon seeing clearly, had tears in their eyes.

"It's Lord Emiya! It's Lord Emiya!"

As if they had seen a savior, a group of people howled and recounted recent events.

Among the crowd were still those who were crying but hadn't gotten close; these were nobles who wanted to stir up trouble. They were well aware of the other side's recent actions, and their presence here meant that something bad was about to happen to **Cheng.

Ah~ family~ family members~ we've been caught stirring up trouble~!

"Alright, alright, it doesn't sound good if you all say it together. Let's all calm down and speak one by one. By the way, is there any fruit in the warehouse? How about we sit down and eat while we talk? If not, it's on me~"

Emiya Shirou spoke gently, and in the blink of an eye, he resolved the situation with astonishing speed, even surprising Merry.

As a specially chosen territory, this place must have some advantages, namely that most people are familiar with Shirou Emiya, which is why Shirou Emiya can be quickly appeased.

“That’s right, that’s right. Since Lord Emiya is here, what can’t be resolved? Let’s sit down and talk.”

Once the first person started the conversation, others quickly chimed in.

“That’s right, that’s right. I remember there’s still a lot of fruit in the warehouse. I’ll take some people to get it.”

"Why bother taking anything else? Just go to the rest area next to the warehouse. There's plenty of space there."

"Alright, alright, let's go quickly, I have a lot to say to Lord Emiya."

The crowd moved to other places, and after landing and eating, their emotions gradually calmed down. A few usually talkative people began to recount what had happened recently.

Emiya Shirou listened and nodded from time to time, saying the same thing as what Merry said.

"I see, I see..."

He listened and nodded, then handed over a piece of fruit as the other person finished speaking. He said, with the other person's expectant look, "Tristan was indeed wrong this time. Leave this to me; I'll handle it."

Those who had been watching this scene relaxed when they saw that Shirou Emiya had not taken sides. "Lord Emiya hasn't changed. That's good."

"Wait here for me, everyone. I'm going to find that guy, and I'll be right back."

"Since Lord Emiya has said so, we will definitely wait for your return."