Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Someone spoke up, and Shirou Emiya nodded and left, walking in one direction.

In reality... "Merry, take me to Tristan, this is troublesome."

In the end, we still had to trouble the driver.

In a room, the once dazzling red-haired noble youth now looked lost and bewildered, his face filled with confusion and disorientation.

The petals suddenly appeared and then disappeared, and Shirou Emiya appeared in the room. He exchanged glances with several guards, waved for them to leave, and then sat down next to them.

"What's wrong? Did one incident cause your beliefs to crumble?"

"...Hehe, it would be a lie to say there isn't one, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you."

Having suffered his first major setback, Tristan became much more honest in his speech, lacking the arrogance he once possessed.

"Sorry, I think I used to speak too slowly. Management is such a hassle."

Tristan shook his head helplessly, his distress clearly visible.

"Well, it's perfectly normal. After all, this is the norm."

"It's impossible for those in charge to do everything perfectly the first time, and it's impossible for those below to point out problems at any time. Making mistakes is normal; who hasn't made mistakes?"

"Actually, Lord Tristan has done a very good job. Some people complain that their subordinates are not doing a good job, while others cannot see the hard work of those above. Since you are not complaining about your subordinates, you should see whether they have seen your hard work."

"If you want to go, I'll take you."

A hand was extended in Tristan's face—an invitation to brotherhood, friendship, and the future. Tristan was stunned for a moment, then reached out his hand.

"Then I'm leaving it to you. Don't mess it up."

Emiya Shirou smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

Turning our attention to the other side, to the rest area next to the warehouse.

As they waited to eat, the group gradually calmed down and began to regret their haste. After all, aside from the forced learning, Lord Tristan was quite good; he was also a good person when it came to performing poetry and working together.

"Everyone, I'm back!"

Emiya Shirou's voice rang out, and Tristan was right next to him.

"Lord Emiya, Lord Tristan..."

"Well, let's not talk yet." Emiya Shirou stopped the others from speaking and turned his gaze to Tristan.

“Tristan, I’m asking you, why is learning mandatory, what is the reason for doing so, tell me.”

The question, delivered with a chilling calmness, caught everyone off guard, followed by Shirou Emiya's addition: "A knight doesn't lie."

"I see that everyone likes poetry, but I can't perform it all the time, so I want everyone to learn it so that everyone will be happy."

Tristan quickly finished speaking, head bowed.

"Then why choose the evening?"

"...because we have to work during the day."

"But you're already tired from working during the day, and you have to study at night. So what's the benefit of studying? Besides understanding poetry."

"No···"

Tristan remained silent, and when someone tried to speak, Shirou Emiya raised his hand to stop them.

"Then I will make the decision on your behalf. For everyone who participates in the training during this period, their daytime salary will increase by 10% for each month they participate, starting from the day they first participated in the training. The salary will be paid in a short while. Any objections?"

Tristan's eyes, which had been hidden by his bangs, suddenly widened. He knew that Lord Wei was helping him.

"No problem, I agree to this condition."

"Very good, you've started to lose your managerial demeanor. I'm punishing you by making you do the same amount of work as everyone else during the day for the next three months. Any problems?"

"No, I will finish it."

Tristan didn't hesitate at all. He could do what everyone else could do, and he could even do more!

"besides··"

Shirou Emiya was about to speak when the people around him suddenly erupted.

"Lord Emiya, that's enough, that's enough!"

"Yes, Lord Emiya, please don't punish Lord Tristan anymore! We also bear responsibility for this; it's all our fault for getting too worked up!"

"Lord Tristan is very kind, but let's skip Lord Emiya!"

Everyone helped Tristan plead for mercy, saying that this was a minor matter and there was no need for such fuss.

Hearing everyone speak well of him, Tristan was clearly stunned, as if he had made a decision, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

He lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the ground, the sound of his footsteps bringing silence back to the surroundings. He bowed and bent over, a series of movements performed with fluid grace.

"I'm sorry! This time it was my fault! I've let everyone down!"

"Please, everyone, stop pleading for me! If you've done something wrong, you must admit it! I will not run away!"

"Anyway... I'll be troubling everyone for the time being!"

Tristan's sudden bow caught everyone off guard. Even after their anger, everyone knew that Tristan was a nobleman, and no one expected that a nobleman would bow down to them, a 'commoner'.

"Lord Tristan!"

"Lord Tristan!"

After a moment of stunned silence, they erupted in cheers. They knew that Lord Tristan had only made a mistake, but was not a bad person at heart.

The crowd cheered and rushed forward, surrounding Tristan and tossing him high into the air.

"It seems the matter is over. Communication is indeed the simplest way to handle things."

Shirou Emiya watched this scene and slowly nodded in approval, then called for Merry to leave.

They are no longer needed here, not now, and most likely will not be needed in the future.

Volume 1: 53. Lia: It feels so good to touch Emiya-sama's head~ (5k)

The incident involving Tristan was just one episode. In reality, it wasn't just Tristan; everyone else had problems to varying degrees. It was simply a matter of whether they were passively or actively seeking help.

However, six months is ultimately too short and passes in the blink of an eye.

A few days after it ended, outside Camelot Castle, Shirou Emiya was busy welcoming his colleagues.

No one arrived first, and the return of a group of knights with complicated expressions was completely unrelated to the joy they had felt when they left.

"Welcome back, everyone. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Emiya Shirou waved his hand, and Old York and the First Leader took away their entourage for resettlement, leaving only the main personnel behind.

Everyone looked up and saw that the foundation of Camelot's newly built city wall had been laid. Thousands of people were working together, and the scene of them going up and down was right there. They suddenly thought of their own territory, which seemed to have not changed much in the past six months.

Perhaps some people want to make changes, but Tristan's situation, the fear of groping in the face of reality, are all reasons to give up.

This is a match that cannot be compared in any way.

Hector, observing everything from the crowd, sighed. Half a year ago, he said it was a lie to say he wasn't arrogant. He had agreed to the contest that time because he wanted to show his strength, but unfortunately, the result was not satisfactory.

It might be alright compared to others, but compared to Lord Wei Gong, it's a joke.

The more you understand the local policies, the more you realize how insignificant you are.

[It's a terrifying monster... a truly unique monster...]

This is the idea that everyone came up with after meeting and discussing it together.

"It seems you already understand. Go back and study. I will also arrange new territories for you to manage. Don't hesitate to ask if you encounter any problems this time."

Failure plus fighting spirit equals an explosion of energy, which tells Shirou Emiya that during his growth period, he will not give up on this moment when he has the motivation to move forward.

The crowd's reaction: "..."

Losers have no right to make demands; they should just obediently follow instructions.

"Alright, alright, look at the way you're all behaving. I've already prepared a welcome lunch, same old seats."

No one objected to Shirou Emiya's nonchalant wave of his hand as he saw everyone off and strode towards the planned planting area outside the city.

"Why plan such a large scale? If everything were arranged, it could be completed in a year at most, unlike now where it takes at least two years."

Merry, who had been spying from the big tree nearby, came to his side, looked down at her feet, and took a step to follow Shirou Emiya.

"Camelot is not just a castle, but a vast, interconnected city, the heart of the nation."

Emiya Shirou began to speak as he inspected the locations of the water transfer station and various transfer points.

Having witnessed the grandeur of modern cities, he knew that a city was more than just a castle; it was the supporting infrastructure and the foundation for serving its people.

"Tsk, I've looked at your drawings. If it succeeds, it'll be truly astonishing!"

Meryl stretched her arms wide, very wide: "It was a miracle! A miracle like no other!"

Emiya Shirou did not deny it; it was a fact.

The fact that several thousand people worked on the project simultaneously and that there was no shortage of materials for two years is a miracle in itself.

No one else in this era could have done it except him. No, perhaps someone could have, but it wouldn't have been as harmonious as it is now.

"No need for such praise. By the way, what did you mean when you asked me last night if I needed any help?"

Emiya Shirou seemed to remember something and asked.

"Oh, that one~"

A gentle smile bloomed on Mary's delicate face as she softly said, "With your current plans, those nobles might reap the consequences of your actions in the future. I can help solve this problem."

"···"

Emiya Shirou's fingertips stopped, and he looked up at the other person in surprise, only to see a gentle and beautiful smile in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere in these matters?"

"Well~ I am, after all, Lia's teacher, not yours. Who wants to see their hard work stolen?"

Mary tilted her head slightly and replied in this way.

Did you see the bad results... so you want to make some changes?

Emiya Shirou could only think of this outcome; he couldn't think of anything else.

"Thank you for your help. Just let me know if you need any assistance."

"Okay~ I'll let you know if I need anything~ but most likely I won't~"

The petals were beautiful, and the silver-white girl had vanished. Shirou Emiya stared blankly at the empty space where her footprints remained, then looked up at the sky. The fluttering petals were somewhat different from when they first met.

Well, people do change eventually.

She whispered, then continued working.

Some time later, at night, Artoria and Shirou Emiya were together in the room, the former reading a book and the latter writing something.

The sound of pages turning and pens scratching on the floor mingled and echoed, both of them completely absorbed.

"Lia, come and see if there are any other problems."

After a while, the rustling stopped, and Shirou Emiya spoke.

"Are you finished writing? Let me take a look."

Artoria put down her book and ran over quickly, standing directly behind Shirou Emiya and bending down to examine him.

There wasn't much physical contact, but the pleasant scent kept filling his nostrils. Emiya Shirou didn't let his mind wander, after all, his sexual orientation was perfectly normal.

Men should find women to marry!

"I feel great, although there are many new things. But isn't it a bit too early to decide on the king's statement now?"

After reading what was written, Artoria casually placed her hand on Shirou Emiya's head, her fingers constantly intertwining as she spoke.

"It's not too early, and these decisions and rhetoric need to be constantly revised and improved. Wouldn't it be just right when Camelot is completed and you officially enter the city?"

King Arthur's official declaration was to be delivered on the day Camelot was completed, and he would also announce some national policies, most of which were collected and written by Shirou Emiya.

"What Minister Wei says is true."

Artoria, her hands already rubbing together haphazardly, squinted and nodded repeatedly. "Emiya-sama is so reliable; he can confirm all this right here beside me!"

The preparation of supplies, food, and territory construction were all proceeding smoothly; all she had to do was wage war.