Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

I shouldn't have agreed to that in the first place! Damn it, I'll definitely make sure to give you a bigger reward when I get back!

Across from her, Melie frowned. It was herself again. What on earth was her future self doing? Why was she doing this?

Wait... If I make a hypothesis now, that Shirou really will die, then that means Ria lived to that era?

"Can I ask a question? Is Leah alive in the future? I don't mean alive in Heroic Spirit mode, nor am I referring to her being alive in Avalon."

"Just asking is enough," Mary asked.

"Living... I can't go into the specifics, but you must remain humane."

After hesitating, Mordred said.

Just as I expected! That's exactly it!

Because Shirou appeared in this world, the original timeline was disrupted. The scabbard that should have been lost was not lost, so Ria is alive, and Shirou should have died of old age. The possibility of him being injured is negligible.

In an instant, it was as if Meryl had figured it out: this was a choice, a choice of which of her two apprentices should live.

But then another question arose: why should I, in the future, choose to live as Shirou?

Regret? Finding a better way to handle it? Or is there some other reason why Shirou needs to live?

Doubts arise, and then new doubts emerge.

White smoke began to slowly rise from Mary's head, and her brain began to overload.

Mordred, watching from the opposite side, was completely at ease. She wasn't lying; it was indeed Meryl who had told her to do it, but she genuinely didn't know why, as she hadn't received an answer when she asked.

The other party simply smiled and told her to do it, even offering lower terms, as long as she could meet Shirou and preferably find out why Shirou died; nothing else mattered.

Mordred didn't say these words, because she also had her own selfish reasons. For some reason, she couldn't appear during the day, only at night.

She also felt a sense of restriction, a restriction that prevented her from meeting Shirou Emiya. It seemed that recognizing him would encounter significant problems, which greatly displeased her.

However, she wouldn't tell these things to the woman in front of her, Meryl, who was currently in a state of amusement and absolutely couldn't be told!

Even the future Mary warned her in the same way.

"You know your own worth, and you should never reveal everything!" I still vividly remember the scene of Mary clinging to my leg back then.

After waiting a while longer, with smoke still billowing from Meryl's head, Mordred grew impatient.

"Think about it yourself. Just send me back first."

The night is already short, and she wanted to see her good brother sleeping more often; it's a rare sight to see that.

"Ah... let's go back. Remember to share any information next time... By the way, I won't allow the sword sheath to leave Lia's side... unless you can take it with you yourself."

At the last moment before showing Mordred the video, Meryl still added that she wouldn't offer any help, and that she wouldn't interfere if Mordred could handle it himself.

That's probably what Mary is thinking right now, but Mordred doesn't care too much; she just wants to get back as soon as possible.

The teleportation spell activated, and Mordred returned to her room, which was still dark, with her best friend's sleeping face looking exactly the same.

"Not too long has passed? It doesn't seem like they've caused much trouble."

Mordred returned to his original position while thinking about the details of their conversation, sitting by the bed and watching his sleeping buddy's face.

"Really... I really don't understand why you came here. You said it was a dream, but it doesn't look like a dream at all... I really don't understand why they asked me to deliver things to you, why they asked me to help you get the sword sheath. It's all so confusing."

Meryl wondered if Mordred wasn't wondering the same thing. In fact, she knew nothing about it. All she knew was that her good friend, who was very popular at school, had suddenly caught the eye of her elders at home, and then he was given a bunch of tasks to do. It was all very strange.

As for such dreams, Shirou Emiya wouldn't hide them from his best friend; he's shared them with him before.

"It's so strange... You say it's a dream, but it feels so real all the time. You know, I haven't woken up since I had this dream. How much time has passed in reality? I really want to know, but I can't ask you... This feeling is really uncomfortable..."

A whole host of questions lingered in their minds, but no answers could be found at the moment.

Mordred sighed deeply. What a mess this is.

【Hehehehe~】

Emiya Shirou laughed in his dream.

Mordred, somewhat annoyed, reached out and slapped his good friend across the face... well, he didn't land a hit.

As I withdrew my hand, sleepiness washed over me. But thinking that I couldn't leave empty-handed, I focused my gaze on the warm bed my good friend had already prepared.

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Mordred crawled inside. Normally, Shirou Emiya would have woken up from such a commotion, but the scent and touch of his buddy influenced his passive judgment.

Good brother = harmless = no need to wake up = hold me tight and keep sleeping.

And so, Mordred's idea, which she had been thinking about for a very long time, came to fruition at this moment.

Good brothers should sleep together!

In the morning, Shirou Emiya, who is used to waking up early, was the first to wake up.

"An unfamiliar ceiling... no, it's my good brother's front armor."

Emiya Shirou muttered a couple of things before suddenly waking up. His good brother wasn't around, so who was this?

As I got up, my eyes were met with my younger brother, Gao Wen, sleeping soundly. In an instant, all sorts of thoughts exploded in my mind.

Ideas like "Britain is all about this," "nobles love this kind of thing," and "secretly drugging him to sleep at night and then sneaking in" popped into my head.

"Huh? Where am I?"

Mordred woke up amidst a flurry of thoughts, rubbing her eyes as she got up, wanting to find the blanket to go back to sleep, only to see Shirou Emiya sitting in front of her...

The girl, still in a daze, looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings...

Oh no! Have I encountered the kind of human trafficking my mother was talking about?!

"Any crime must be brought to justice! Even if you're someone Gao Wen asked to do it!"

Mordred leaped forward and delivered a heavy punch aimed at Shirou Emiya's face, the force of which even caused the surrounding air to ripple.

"Wait! This is a misunderstanding! This is my room. You ate so much yesterday that you passed out, so I put you in the room next door. I don't know why you ended up here."

Shirou Emiya quickly explained, but Mordred's attention was not on that, but on the fist that had been grabbed.

An invincible force, impossible to break free from no matter how hard you try; ultimate warmth and reassurance—this is the message conveyed upon contact with body parts.

What happened...my body...something's not right...

"Ha~ha~"

From Shirou Emiya's perspective, after a quick explanation, he received no response. Instead, the blond boy's face gradually turned red, his breathing became heavy, his eyes became unfocused, and his demeanor softened.

Emiya Shirou:! ! ! !

Something's wrong with Britain! Something's extremely wrong!!!

He quickly withdrew his hand, left a message, and swiftly retreated from the battlefield.

"Everything I said is true. If you have any questions, you can ask other people. I guarantee I'm not lying. I have to go now. If you need anything, just contact me."

Watching the other person leave, Mordred gradually returned to normal. After calming down, she tilted her head, wondering what this guy had done and why he had acted that way.

"Damn it, that guy must have done something! I'll remember that! That guy is no good!"

[Actually, this is a misunderstanding. Physical touch triggers Mordred's (nighttime) instinctive reaction, which the person in question is used to and can control. However, Mordred (daytime) lacks this experience, which is why the effect is so terrible. This is a rare case due to the influence of mindset.]

Volume 1: Chapter 57. Mordred Gets into Trouble (4k)

"boom!"

"I want to become the man who surpasses the King!"

In the office, Mordred slammed her hand on the table and said this to Shirou Emiya.

After asking others about what happened in the morning, it was confirmed to be a misunderstanding. The strange reaction was incomprehensible to the child, so he simply put it aside and quickly returned his attention to his dream.

"Beyond King? Which aspect do you mean?"

Emiya Shirou, still engrossed in his work, asked with some uncertainty.

"Of course, in every aspect! I will surpass the king in every way! Until I am able to govern this country!"

Mordred spread his arms wide and said excitedly.

"The idea is good, but this is not an easy task. In addition, strength does not equal the ability to govern a country well, and a person who can govern well is not necessarily a person with great strength. You need to understand the difference in this regard."

"Really?" Mordred scratched his head; these words were a bit too profound.

"Then tell me how you can surpass him. Gao Wen said you're very good, and Wang respects you a lot."

If you don't understand something, just learn from others, even if they don't hold a high place in your heart right now.

"Of course, no problem. It's just a matter of management and competence. Leave those two aspects to me."

I naturally feel a fondness for my good brother's ancestor, Emiya Shirou. The main reason is that I dreamed about my good brother last night. People's feelings of longing will eventually influence their decisions.

"OK, OK! So what should I do now?"

"Read a book first, and then work with me while you're at it."

Emiya Shirou smiled and released more than a dozen books, making Mordred's eyelids twitch.

My only idea for training Emiya Shirou is to first read books and then work with him. With theoretical knowledge and on-site guidance, anyone who isn't an idiot will learn it; it's just a matter of time before he grows up.

"Does the king also read these things?"

"Of course, and I worked even harder, even sleeping only three hours a day for more than ten years."

Mordred looked at the thick book, then thought of his goal: "Let's do it! If Wang can do it, so can I!"

And so, the people around Shirou Emiya changed again and again: Agravain, Galahad, Bedivere, Artoria, Merry... and now Mordred.

This is a path, a path subconsciously accepted by others, since the reality is that learning from Shirou Emiya has indeed greatly improved his management skills in various aspects.

Mordred began her formal work and study, and for one month, two months, and three months she followed Shirou Emiya around like a little shadow.

The duo stayed together everywhere they went, and many things happened in between, such as seeing each other in bed every morning and often feeling strange gazes (Merry, Leah, Morgan).

Meanwhile, Shirou Emiya also discovered a problem during this process: Mordred was both well-behaved and easily excitable.

It has nothing to do with anything else; it's just the literal meaning.

"...So, you beat up those nobles again?"

Outside Camelot Castle, Shirou Emiya frowned as he looked at Mordred, who was clearly defiant, and then shifted his gaze to Galahad beside him.

"Please tell me the whole story."

Galahad, one of the main personnel handling the Special List (the nobles' grudge notebook, the result of the negotiations at the time), was recently appointed as a special mobile inspector by Shirou Emiya due to his exceptional status.

They possess strong operational and investigative abilities, especially in dealing with colleagues and nobles, where they can act first and report later.

Of course, the person in charge of such a position must maintain absolute justice, and Galahad happens to possess this quality.

Mordred was recommended by Shirou Emiya, not because Mordred was particularly righteous, but because her mindset was very pure.

He wanted to surpass the king, he wanted to inherit Britain, and he wanted to achieve these two goals.

So pure that there are only these two goals, everything else can be described as a child's mentality, it is a precious gem.

This is also the core reason why Shirou Emiya recommends it.

However... Mordred's personality is too easily agitated.

"The whole process can be summed up in one sentence: we discovered a very bad scene when dealing with the local nobles, which is why Mordred was angry."

Galahad handed over a [Recording Crystal - Magic Edition - Made by Merry], and Shirou Emiya reached out and took it, sensing the images inside.

Enslaved slaves, imprisoned children, detailed reports of cooperation with local officials...

"Oh, I knew it... Is there a backup of the data?"

Galahad: "Yes."

After watching the game, defender Shirou Miyamoto sighed deeply, asked a question, and then put the crystal into his pocket.

Turning his gaze to Mordred, who still looked defiant, Shirou Emiya narrowed his eyes, pulled out a pointer, and unleashed a three-hit combo.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

“Woo!~~~”

The two-year-old child covered his head and slowly squatted down, tears streaming down his face, but he didn't utter a sound.

"This is your punishment for messing around. Didn't I tell you before not to be too impulsive?"