Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"King Arthur Pendragon hereby declares that everything said is true!"

The speech, amplified by magic, not only resounded throughout the square, but also throughout the entire city of Camelot. It wasn't just audible in Camelot; a giant projection screen appeared in the skies above various cities, showing the scene of Artoria's announcement.

The king's proclamation resounded throughout Britain.

When technology falls short, magic will make up for it. This is the exciting combination technique that Merry and Shirou Emiya have prepared together!

"Oh!!!! King Arthur!!!!"

"King Arthur!!!"

"King Arthur!!!"

"King Arthur!!!"

The king's pronouncement ended with cheers from the knights and the people.

While some are happy, others are unhappy, including many nobles in the crowd who are particularly displeased.

The reason is simple: this greenhorn didn't have that much money; he got it all from them!

That's all their money!

It's such a waste! It's lamentable! It's tragic! All those hard-earned gold coins are being given to these poor people!

After a while, the logistics team and other teams began to enter and take their designated positions to be inspected by the king.

Many of them were responsible for security. Now that they've left, who's in charge of security now?

That is naturally:

"Seriously, what kind of occasion is this where you dragged me into security? Let me tell you, this isn't going to end so easily. The favor I owed you before isn't enough; I have to repay you with three more favors!"

Merry and Shirou Emiya are holding hands on a rooftop where they can see the plaza.

"Alright, thank you for your help this time." Emiya Shirou didn't object, since he had indeed troubled the other party this time.

"By the way, you're quite skilled at using subconscious hypnosis on Leah, and your technique is so good that you managed to make her ignore our presence."

"Hehe, practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect~" Meili scratched her head and laughed.

?

Emiya Shirou sensed something was off; what was with this "practice makes perfect" technique?

Among the crowd in the square, two figures were observing everything. One was wearing a cloak, and the other was also wearing a cloak, but his head was sticking out. It was Mordred.

The little girl gazed at the towering King Arthur, her eyes filled with admiration and fantasy. This scene was just too cool!

"Mordred, that is your father, King Arthur."

"Your mission is to join his ranks, defeat him, overthrow his rule, and make him suffer the ultimate torment! This is your responsibility, a responsibility you were born with!"

Morgan murmured to herself with her hands on Mordred's shoulders, but she didn't notice that Mordred's eyes had turned into stars, and her aggressive words had been automatically translated.

That incredibly handsome guy is your father! This country, this city, the future belongs to you! You are the future King Arthur! You too will have such a glorious moment!

It turns out that you shouldn't talk to a two-year-old when they're excited, otherwise misunderstandings can easily occur.

Volume 1: 55. Mordred's Ancestors? (4k)

"Are you all crazy! You must be crazy! You must be crazy!"

The roar echoed through the basement, its location unknown. Dozens of people were divided into two distinct groups in the fairly large space. Judging from the anger on the face of the person on the right, he was the one who had just roared.

The person on the left waved casually: "Don't get so worked up~ We're all nobles, we can't be lacking in manners~"

The man on the right sneered, "Heh, so you guys weren't staying put in King Lyon's territory, but instead invited us out of the blue to cause trouble? Do you think we're fools? Look what we have left now."

"That's your style~"

The nobleman on the left rolled his eyes slightly and uttered a sentence that made one's head spin.

"Tsk, you guy."

Just as the person on the right was about to get angry, the person next to him tugged at his sleeve and made a hand gesture.

Let's see what kind of trouble they'll cause.

"···"

It's definitely worth a look; after all, who wouldn't want to get rid of those guys?

(Sits down, extends hand to invite) "Okay, tell me your plan."

"Of course, after all, we're here to discuss cooperation."

Seeing that the other party was willing to communicate, the person on the left slammed his hand on the table, stood up straight, spread his arms, and had a confident smile on his face.

"My plan has only one move, and it will definitely make them beg for mercy in one blow, and that is!"

"When we are conquering the south, we will order all your men to cease their efforts! This will ensure our complete victory!"

Upon hearing this, the person on the right looked at him like he was an idiot; this guy must be crazy.

It should be noted that, due to previous national policies and circumstances, 99% of those who became knights (elite) and administrators were related to nobles, with 0.1% of them having ancestors who were wealthy.

As for completely ordinary people, sorry, there are none at all.

In this era, even having enough to eat and drink is a problem, let alone expecting to learn knowledge and exercise to become a knight. Don't underestimate the monopoly of the nobility!

That is why most of the knights in Artoria's team at this moment, as well as the people who were assigned because there weren't enough people before, are mostly related to them (the nobles on the right).

"Idiot, a purebred pen."

The nobleman on the right cursed without holding back.

If they do nothing now, things will stay the same. They won't get much worse than they thought. Even if they don't occupy the top positions in the country, they occupy most of the middle and lower levels.

Having enough to eat and drink is not a problem, and there is even a high probability that we can regain control of this country in the future.

Who would be stupid enough to lift a coffin lid and slap King Arthur at this moment? No one could be that stupid.

"We will cooperate with you in launching a unified campaign. Before that, we will arrange for people to cause trouble and make King Arthur's popularity decline."

The fool jumped out on his own, and the nobleman on the left was not angry, but calmly analyzed the situation.

"We will not launch an attack now. This cannot be rushed. We must proceed slowly, gradually undermining King Arthur's morale and gradually seizing key positions in the country. Only when everything is in order will we strike decisively!"

Didn't he know this was a matter of jeopardizing his entire family? But so what? Ninety percent of the family's assets were gone—that was accumulated over hundreds of years.

This hatred cannot be swallowed. At this moment, the Arthurian family, which has gathered almost all the nobles of Britain, is like a piece of meat made of gold. Who can walk on it?

"Eat slowly, take your time, even if it takes ten or fifty years to finish it~"

"Isn't this exactly what you were thinking before? My main purpose is to cooperate with you. If we work together, we can increase the success rate and speed, right?"

The nobleman on the left spoke as if under a spell, completely eliminating any sense of danger and leaving only the cooperation of a few dozen people as the target.

The situation has completely changed. The danger now is entirely different from before. After hearing this clearly, the nobleman on the right showed no anger, as for the initial disdain of not making things clear.

If you had said so earlier, wouldn't it have been a ploy to cooperate in eating King Arthur's 'flesh'? This is just a pretext to seek peace and prevent the process from going unscathed.

However, it is indeed possible to agree to this, since it is not easy to swallow a country whole, and cooperative absorption is indeed a good option.

The most important thing is that the other party backs down first, which means that they can eat more at that moment.

After figuring it out, the nobleman on the right elegantly raised the corners of his mouth, took out a glass of red wine from under the table, filled it, and had his subordinate deliver it.

"Oh, my dear noble companion, what a wonderful idea! Let's work together to eat that piece of meat!"

The nobleman on the left accepted the wine and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's take back everything that belongs to us as soon as possible!"

In the basement, the nobles met again and shook hands, making peace.

Those who have already acquired formidable wealth and enjoy a life of luxury will inevitably seek to regain it after losing it, regardless of the process or method.

On the castle spire above the basement, Miss Nightmare, dressed in silver and white, withdrew her gaze, looked up at the sky, and smiled slightly.

Because...they can never go back~

[This is a problem that will inevitably arise sooner or later, and it will only get worse the longer it goes on. Let me give it a push.]

[Magic: Merry's Hypnotic Techniques]

These years have ultimately had some impact on Merry...

Just a few days after this incident, in the main city of Camelot, Shirou Emiya was stopped by Gawain on his way to lunch.

The other person looked conflicted and somewhat flustered. After looking left and right, they pulled Shirou Emiya to a corner and checked him again before whispering something.

"Minister Wei, are you busy right now?"

Emiya Shirou glanced in the direction of the kitchen in the distance: "It's alright, the King isn't here today, so it's not too busy."

Gao Wen smiled upon hearing this and put his arm around Gao Wen's shoulder, saying, "Ahem, I have something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Gao Wenqing, you can just say whatever you want. There's no need for formalities between us. As long as it's not something strange, we can talk it out."

Emiya Shirou felt a surge of interest in the shy Gao Wenqing. When was the last time the other man acted like this? It seemed like many years ago when the other man's younger brother came and he wanted him to make some arrangements.

Seeing it again after so many years brings back fond memories.

"Hehe, come with me, I'll tell you on the way."

Gao Wen pointed in another direction and then led the way.

On the way, Shirou Emiya learned exactly what had happened; it really was another younger brother.

"Sigh, you know, when we grew up, it was like we were without parents. My poor little brother had no choice but to come and rely on me."

"However, that kid has quite a bit of talent. Even though he's only two years old... or even a teenager, he can already exchange a few blows with me. He'll definitely be a powerful knight in the future."

"But as you know, I may have to leave at any time to follow the King, and my younger brother has just arrived and it's not convenient for him to come along. After looking around, you are the most reliable one, so I would like to ask you to help take care of him and teach him some things."

Everyone in the Knights of the Round Table, and even the entire British administration, knew that Lord Emiya was a truly capable teacher, and also possessed a gentle and friendly personality.

Gawain's younger brother was taught and arranged by Emiya Shirou, so when his younger brother came this time, Emiya Shirou was the first person he thought of.

"Yes, I'm happy to teach even those who aren't talented. As long as they want to learn, it's no big deal."

Emiya Shirou wouldn't refuse such a request. After all, they're brothers, so what's wrong with taking care of the other's younger brother? Just wait, Kobun-kyung, you'll definitely gain a wonderfully sensible younger brother in the future!

Then... things took a strange turn.

"WC!"

Upon seeing Gawain's younger brother, Shirou Emiya let out a rare exclamation of profanity.

With short blond hair, a classic Takeuchi face, and a resemblance of 90% to Artoria and 99% to his friend from his memories, he was sitting on the sofa.

If you disregard the fact that the surrounding area appears to have been attacked by wild animals, the boy seems quite well-behaved.

"Hehehe, Gao Wen is here! I just tripped and fell, but I'm fine!"

Gawain: "····"

I know you're okay, but I need to renovate this room.

"Ahem, Lord Wei Gong, let me introduce you. This is my younger brother, Mordred."

Putting aside his chaotic thoughts for the moment, Gao Wen began to explain.

"Mordred, this is the king's advisor and your future teacher, Lord Emiya Shirou."

"Don't be naughty while I'm away. Just follow behind Minister Wei and study diligently."

Emiya Shirou stared at the boy named Mordred, who was also staring at him.

The two looked at each other, and the defender, Shirou Miyamoto, couldn't help but ask first, "Are you a man?"

Mordred nodded: "It's all wrapped up!"

Upon receiving the answer, Shirou Miyamoto thought to himself, "I see... My friend is a girl, so it seems she's not from the same family. Then it must be an ancestor?"

In families where magicians inherit their skills, they usually resemble their ancestors in some aspects, such as magic techniques, tricks, and the origins of magic. It's not so strange that they look alike.

Living in the same era as my good brother's ancestor...that's getting interesting!

Emiya Shirou was already considering whether to do something, such as getting closer to her and leaving something behind, but after realizing that it was just a 'dream', he chose to give up.

If you can't imagine what you'll see in the future, you're not that interested in doing it.

On the other side, Mordred was also observing the red figure in front of her. For some reason, seeing this guy made her feel very safe and at peace.

This experience is somewhat beyond the comprehension level for a two-year-old child encountering it for the first time.