Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Suddenly, Artoria's eyes sharpened; she detected a strange smell in the air!

This smells amazing! So fragrant!

"The smell is coming from the kitchen!"

The ahoge on its head spun around for a moment, then pointed straight towards the kitchen like a holy sword—the source was right there!

The delicious bread in her hand suddenly lost its flavor. After eating it in three bites, Artoria got up and followed the ahoge (cowlick) on her head toward the kitchen.

Hector followed behind, puzzled. The closer they got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell became. There seemed to be the sounds of metal clanging, flames burning, and something sizzling.

"Leave all the cooking to me! I'll show you what true culinary dominance looks like! This is the result of my learning from three hundred teachers!"

Flames danced like dragons as the red-haired boy wielded a large pot and spatula with strange yet powerful movements. The food tumbled in the pot with a constant rhythm, the whole process resembling art.

Meanwhile, in the corner, Merry ate her food while tears streamed down her face. At that moment, she finally understood why Shirou Emiya was so popular.

"Damn it! What kind of weird stuff did we eat before?!"

Volume 1: 6. The Magician with a Clever Mind (4k)

When Shirou Emiya first displayed his strength, he shocked the King of Britain. On that day, the King learned for the first time that there was such food and such a way of making it in the world.

Compared to what we eat now, what we ate before was simply inedible!

Artoria was eating and crying at the same time.

In particular, after learning that this was a collaboration between Shirou Emiya and Merlin, the first person to be asked to join appeared after the first knight to join, Hector.

"Please! You absolutely must join my team!"

Artoria held Shirou Emiya's hands tightly, knowing full well that she could no longer leave him!

No! This person is absolutely essential to the Knights!

At this moment, Shirou Emiya realized that this transaction was not just about him and Merlin, but about the basics and performance of joining the team. Even if Merlin guaranteed his identity and safety, Artoria might not care, but Hector would.

This magician is quite cunning.

Shirou Emiya thought so, and so did Merry.

How could anyone agree to provide meals so readily? It's obvious they saw through her intentions.

"Tsk, what a strange kid, so many tricks up his sleeve, is he really Emiya?" Merry hid in a corner, spying on the red-haired boy drinking tea, her mind wandering again.

Artoria kept eating, and Kai returned just as she finished. After learning about the situation from Hector, she chose to follow in her father's footsteps and become the King's knight.

"So, where to go next?"

At the wooden table, Artoria, Merlin, Shirou Emiya, Guy, and Hector gathered to discuss their future development options.

Although there are four and a half people here, only two and a half can actually speak: Artoria, Merlin, and Shirou Emiya.

They are the king, the magician, and the chef who perfectly wins the king's approval.

Shirou Emiya certainly wouldn't say anything, since this clearly wasn't his territory. That left only Artoria and Merlin; as for the other two, their identities weren't appropriate.

“If you ask me…” Merlin tapped the table with his staff, and a map of Britain appeared, pointing to the destroyed and occupied city in the north.

"How about we choose this place as our destination? After all, resolving this issue is the king's mission."

Before Artoria could reply, Hector frowned: "Isn't it too early?"

It wasn't him who said it, but Merlin pointed out that the location was the lair of their biggest enemy, Vortigern. Although they would have to deal with this guy sooner or later, starting with this was a bit too much.

“I know, but that doesn’t stop us from making this our destination.”

Merlin did not refute, but simply smiled and used his staff to draw a route on the map.

She knew that at this moment, Wang Gang had taken the first step, but he had no troops, no strength, no food, and no popular support. He was only slightly better off than a commander without any troops.

But as Merlin said, that doesn't stop us from using that side as our target.

"It's still a long way to go to get to the north. Along the way, we'll pass through many towns, meet many people, and solve many problems."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood the idea and gathered knights along the way to obtain supplies to fight against Vortigern.

And this route can also serve as a buffer, which is suitable in terms of both time and other factors.

“I think it’s a good idea. Let’s make our biggest goal first. We’re bound to encounter some problems along the way. Dealing with them can improve our reputation and public image.” Shirou Emiya nodded in agreement. “Besides, as a king with this goal in mind, we’ll have to offer tribute to every noble we encounter along the way. This will also solve our supply problem.”

Emiya Shirou thought to himself, "As expected of the legendary brilliant mind Merlin, his plan is so clear."

If this choice is made, one's status is sufficient, and one has achieved a great cause. Furthermore, one can raise public opinion and strengthen the army along the way. At that time, whether or not the problem of Voodoo is resolved, it will not affect the king's rule.

"So that's how it is. As expected of Merlin, I really didn't expect that."

Hector sighed, "No wonder they're impure humans; their thoughts are so dirty."

"Been taught a lesson."

Kai crossed his arms, already wondering if his younger sister would be led astray. After all, could this filthy person really be a teacher?

Faced with everyone's praise and those strange, admiring looks that said, "As expected of a scoundrel," a question mark slowly appeared above Mary's head.

"?"

What happened? She didn't think that much about it; she just chose based on what she saw of the future.

Besides, who else can dictate the course now besides her? There are only a few people here, either her subordinates or those who joined because they were unfamiliar with the area. And since Lia has no experience, only her, her advisor, can give advice.

—But that admiring gaze is quite nice, hehehe…

"It's decided then! Let's set off now!"

Artoria slammed her hand on the table and stood up. Now that she had made up her mind, she should hurry up and set off. The people were waiting for her to save them!

"The first destination is—the town!"

With a wave of her hand, Meryl decided that the town was a suitable first stop to announce the King's presence. There were still many knights there who had not yet left, and they were all excellent sources of strength. Moreover, some of the knights were nobles, which would be perfect for delivering the message.

"Alright! Let's set off immediately!"

"and many more!"

Artoria didn't hesitate and turned to leave, but was stopped by Melly.

Merlin walked over and circled around a few times, rubbing his chin and smacking his lips as he complained, "Look at your outfit! Who's going to treat you like a king if you go out like this? How are you going to lead an army like this?"

At this moment, the esteemed "King" is dressed like this: a tattered linen robe, ordinary trousers and cloth shoes. If he went out in this outfit, let alone the King of Britain, the only person who could be called a nobleman would probably be the sword in the stone.

"What should we do then?" Artoria asked, tilting her head.

"Hehe, now it's time to leave it to the great magician Merlin!"

Merlin waved his staff and the two disappeared, leaving only the magician's last words in the air.

"Wait for me! I'll take Liya to change her clothes!"

After Merlin and Artoria disappeared, the remaining three looked at each other in bewilderment. Hector, who was the eldest in terms of seniority, coughed twice and spoke.

"Ahem, gentlemen, the king is not here at the moment, but I have some thoughts to share."

"The king is still young, and this trip to the north is a good learning journey. I will most likely not follow him later, so I will ask the two of you to take good care of him then."

After saying this, Hector explained, "When the king goes to town, he will definitely have followers, but it is not appropriate for the king to have too many followers at the moment. I still have some status, so I am temporarily taking over the management."

As mentioned earlier, the king is still young and needs some time to become a qualified king. During this process, it is best to gradually increase the number of followers and subordinates. Too many followers at once may not be a good thing.

"I had already discussed this with Merlin, and it was decided long ago."

Eckert pulled Merlin out to make his words more believable, then turned to his short-haired, bright-eyed, and clever son: "Kai, you need to take good care of the king along the way, especially—Merlin!"

At this point, Eckert almost gritted his teeth as he spoke: "That guy will definitely do all sorts of things to help Wang grow! You must be careful!"

As a top-tier knight in Britain in terms of both strength and seniority, and the one entrusted with raising Artoria, Hector knew that eccentric magician all too well.

It can be perfectly described in one sentence: "Don't worry about the process, just say whether you've grown or not."

This process, which seems both reasonable and unreasonable upon closer examination, can only be described as very Merlin-esque.

Hector frowned as he looked at the other person, a conflicted and complicated look in his eyes. He was still somewhat skeptical of Shirou Emiya's sudden appearance.

Shirou Emiya knew this, but he remained completely calm, arms crossed.

Just kidding, he had no reason to be nervous. Officially, he was brought by Merry, and personally, he vividly remembered King Arthur shaking his hand and inviting him to join the team.

He has powerful backers and the boss's approval, so even if these people don't like him, they can't say anything now. That's how confident he is!

As Emiya Shirou had guessed, Hector smiled after a moment of hesitation: "Lord Emiya Shirou, I'll need your help along the way."

Hector gave a thumbs-up, "Your cooking is absolutely amazing!"

"He talks about food directly, but there's more to it than meets the eye. This guy's words have a hidden meaning," Shirou Emiya thought, watching Hector turn and whisper to Kai.

But what does it have to do with me? As a traveler of "dreams," he won't let anyone affect his mood.

As the two people opposite whispered to each other, Merlin let out a strange cry of "Yahoo!" and beside him stood Artoria, who had changed into new clothes.

A blue undergarment covered by silver armor protected her vital parts. Her golden ponytail, emerald green eyes, and naturally beautiful face, even without makeup, made her petite. Anyone unaware of her gender might easily misunderstand her. A single, stubborn ahoge (cowlick) stood atop her head, and she held the sword in its sheath, giving Artoria an air of heroic spirit, yet also a touch of majesty—enough to captivate countless young women.

"How is it?" Artoria gripped the hilt of her sword, looking at everyone with slight nervousness as she asked.

"Greetings, King Arthur!"

Hector bowed.

"Greetings, King Arthur!"

Kai followed.

"Perfect for you! So cool!"

Emiya Shirou gave a thumbs up, while the two in front of him were annoyed. Didn't they know what suited them and what was cool? Did they need him to tell them?

“Lord Emiya Shirou, this is our king.”

Hector glanced sideways and gave a reminder.

Knights and subjects were required to bow before the king and to maintain respect and awe.

This Emiya Shirou-kei doesn't seem to understand these basic etiquettes very well, or perhaps he has other intentions.

The gap between different eras and countries became apparent at this moment, and other thoughts arose in Hector and Kai's minds.

"Well, let's just forget about him."

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to fall silent, Merlin laughed and made up for it.

"Emiya Shirou is a member of another country, as well as my partner and collaborator."

Artoria added that Merlin had told her during the time she was changing clothes that this red-haired lady, who was an exceptionally good cook, was a partner and collaborator, not a subordinate.

It's strange that someone who isn't a subordinate participated in the king's initial journey.

But since the king has already spoken, what can Hector and Kai say?

“Partners and collaborators… not subordinates…” Hector thought of many things in an instant.

"Alright! Let's hurry up and set off! Our first stop, the small town, is waiting for us!"

Merlin forcefully changed the angle, pointing his staff towards the town, which was where the king's starting point was.

Artoria took a deep breath, her expression concealing her hesitation, but instead conveying an air of authority, and took her first step: "Let's go!"

The others followed suit. Merlin occupied the right side of the king, Hector occupied the left side, Gai was next to Hector, and Shirou Emiya thought for a moment and walked to Merlin's side.

"You have quite a few little schemes, but what does that have to do with me? Dreams will end sooner or later, and whether they will come again is another matter."

Emiya Shirou thought to himself, "The first update was a pipe dream; who knows what will happen next time?"

Emiya Shirou, with over a decade of experience in "dreaming," is quite certain that worrying too much about this situation will turn you into a fool.

The four-and-a-half-person squad set off towards the town. After walking for a short while, they were almost at the town's edge when they saw a dozen or so knights standing upright in a line. Someone shouted, "The King is here!" and the dozen or so knights knelt down in unison until Artoria came into view.

"Knights, state your names, and I will accept your loyalty."

After her "adoptive father" personally gave her her first lesson, Artoria had gotten used to many things. As a queen, accepting knights into her ranks would be a common occurrence in the future.

"Knight Bedivere..."

The knights who saluted announced their names one after another. One of them stood out. His one-armed body made him stand out from the other knights, but he seemed to be highly respected among the dozen or so people.

Emiya Shirou observed, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

To be honest, he didn't remember the story of King Arthur very well, only the general outline. If he had to describe it, it was about drawing his sword, rising to power, leading Britain to greatness, and then being killed by his son.