Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

When friends, partners, brothers, or family members make decisions, one can only choose to support them, just as they supported her, and she should support them in the same way.

I got up, walked outside, and looked down from the balcony.

Under this gaze, Artoria was not confused, but only felt an unwavering longing.

He raised his hand, and the Holy Lance appeared, held high!

"People of Britain! Hear my words!"

“Citizens of Britain! Shirou Emiya is guilty! But there are many others who are guilty as well!”

"Children of Britain! From this day forward, slavery will be abolished, and the land will return to Britain, not to any individual!"

"Citizens of Britain! I, King Arthur, will implement education throughout the nation! I, King Arthur, once again proclaim! Equality for all shall be the national policy!"

King Arthur's voice spread throughout Camelot, and with the help of Merry, it spread throughout Britain.

"A madman! He's a madman! Charge! With so many of us, we can take him down! Britain will be ours!"

There are always madmen in the crowd; he wants to get everything through violence.

However, the other side is never lacking in violence, whether in individual combat or group combat.

"Thump!" The heavy shield landed on the ground.

"Knight Galahad hereby warns you all: do not move."

"Clatter! Clatter!" The sound of horses' hooves continued.

"Knight Kay, here at the King's command."

"Knight Lancelot, here at the King's command."

"Knight Gawain, here at the King's command."

"Knight Drizzt, here at the King's command."

"Knight Agravion, here at the King's command."

"Knight Palamedes, here at the King's command."

"Knight Gahoris, here at the King's command."

"Knight Parzival, here at the King's command."

"Knight Bedivere, here at the King's command."

"Knight Hector, here at the King's command."

"Knight King Lyon, here at the King's command."

The plan had been arranged long ago; Shirou Emiya wasn't that stupid.

As Galahad appeared, more and more teams appeared around him, surrounding everyone.

Galahad began to move, and a larger shield-bearing force began to divide the battlefield, with the knights following closely behind.

"You damned lieutenant! What do you think you're doing! Rebel against the king! Or against me?!"

"You idiot, have you forgotten who saved your life? Come and help me!"

"Don't be deluded, come here, nothing has happened."

With each step forward, the knights called out to their former comrades and colleagues; they did not want to fight each other with the brothers they used to sleep with.

"Damn it! Make your move!"

"boom!!!"

"Call me 'Grandpa'! Behave yourself!"

The shieldman knocked the troublemaker down with a powerful blow, glanced at his face, and laughed: "Hey, this guy needs to be arrested. Take him to the back."

"This is a war, a war that is bound to have a result, and in order to have a result, there must be sacrifices."

"So, you choose to sacrifice yourself?"

Artoria stared at the red-haired guy who had come to her side, her tone full of displeasure.

“You could have left it to me. I can handle everything. It’s just a matter of time.”

"No need. It's better to deal with it sooner rather than later. Also, you looked really cool when you made that announcement."

Emiya Shirou gazed at the surging crowd below and showered them with praise.

Artoria blushed slightly, thinking to herself, "No, you're much more handsome than me."

"Ow!!!"

A scream came from behind; Mordred was starting to unleash her attack, she had been holding back for a very, very long time.

"By the way, what is my punishment? Has it been decided?"

"No... Maybe we should discuss it with others, since your status is rather special."

Artoria suddenly raised her arm and pulled Shirou Emiya into her arms: "Wait, wait a little longer, everything will be alright."

Emiya Shirou:? ? ? ? ?

"I don't like men, thank you."

"I know, so I'll wait a little longer."

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Volume 1: Chapter 60. Shirou Emiya's Punishment (4k)

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(Silence...)

In a room in the canteen's kitchen, many important British figures sat around a huge round table.

People like King Arthur, Artoria, Gawain, Lancelot, Galahad, Tristan, and others you can usually talk to are all here, and the reason they're gathered here is quite simple.

First, eating.

The second point is to explore the punishment of Emiya Shirou.

"Click~"

The silent door was pushed open, and Shirou Emiya pushed in a large food cart, setting out plates as he asked, "How did it go? Have you come to an agreement?"

"···"

Everyone looked at King Arthur, but no one spoke.

Incidentally, in the original lore, Mordred's title was Silent Mordred, so she is quite well-behaved now.

"Why isn't anyone saying anything? Never mind, let's eat first."

Everyone remained silent, and Emiya Shirou didn't pursue the matter further. This meal was one in a million, so they decided to eat first and worry about it later.

It was a silent meal; apart from the sounds of food being picked up and forks and spoons hitting plates, there was nothing else. Artoria was frantically devouring her food.

After finishing his meal, Shirou Emiya asked the same question again.

“There definitely needs to be a solution to this problem, otherwise we can’t do anything else and we can’t silence the public.”

"I've already led them to self-destruct, it wouldn't be right for you not to follow."

"..."

The crowd remained silent, merely observing each other. Wei Gongqing was no ordinary person; everyone here owed him a debt of gratitude, and for various reasons, calling him "teacher" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

It also depends on the other party's status and that of the king. In this situation, if the king doesn't speak, who would dare to speak?

"Why don't you just stop working and enjoy your retirement in the castle?"

Someone spoke up!

Everyone was shocked and looked to see who spoke—it was Mordred!

"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me? Aren't we discussing something?"

Mordred's thinking was simple: since Lord Emiya had made such a sacrifice, they couldn't delay. This was the most respectful thing to do, rather than wasting time like they were doing now.

"You're all letting down Minister Wei's efforts by acting like this! You're all fools!"

Mordred is young and brave.

"That's more like it~ Good boy~"

Emiya Shirou came up behind Mordred, reached out and touched her head in agreement.

Artoria's sharp gaze swept over Mordred, who was enjoying herself, and she looked around but found nothing.

"If you ask me, let's revoke Shirou Emiya's designation as a Knight of the Round Table. That would be a fair explanation."

Who! How dare they make such a vicious suggestion?!

Everyone, including Mordred, turned around in shock to see Merry, who was munching on a melon!

"The title of Knight of the Round Table is the highest honor for a knight, and a result that a knight can pursue throughout his life. Is such a decisive move... somewhat inappropriate...?"

Lancelot spoke, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Aww~" Meryl took a bite of the melon: "Really? I think it's quite suitable."

Everyone: "You go ahead and enjoy your melon!"

"No, I feel it's okay."

Everyone: Who is it this time?! And they even agreed!

Turning around, it was Artoria! King Arthur!

"!!!"

"Your Majesty, this is no joke! It is a complete denial of Minister Wei's identity!"

Galahad slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and spoke seriously.

"Agreed, this punishment is a bit too harsh."

Agguwen seconded it.

Artoria did not answer, but looked at Shirou Emiya, who nodded slightly.

"That's settled then. Minister Wei, you may all leave now. I will announce the punishment later. You may prepare to handle the aftermath for now."

"Your Majesty, please reconsider."

"Your Majesty, please reconsider."

Each person left a message and then departed.

Only Shirou Emiya and Merry remained in the room; the former's expression remained unchanged, while the latter continued to watch the show.

"Lord Emiya, the Knights of the Round Table are the pinnacle of British knighthood, and this title cannot be bestowed lightly. You told me this yourself."

"In this situation, why would you agree to this punishment? It denies all your achievements, and most importantly, you did nothing wrong in the first place."

Artoria asked, wanting to know everything.

"Because this is the only way to shut them up, to ensure that no one speaks during the process of dealing with those people, and to make them pay a price a hundred times higher than this punishment."

Emiya Shirou strode easily to Merry's side, snatched the melon she hadn't yet tasted from her hand, and took a bite: "Besides, there's no harm in becoming the king's man, is there? I actually think this kind of mysterious hero is quite interesting."

[To become the man behind the king.]

Artoria's mind was filled with only this sentence. What strange words were these? Could it be that her description just now made the other party realize something?

It was indeed not good that she couldn't become a Knight of the Round Table, but she knew that the other party hadn't actually cared much about the title. She had asked about it before, and the other party had resolved it, but there was very little interest in their tone.

This is why Artoria nodded in agreement; the punishment was intended to displease Emiya-sama, but Emiya-sama was not displeased by this punishment.

This is enough.

"I understand, but you must accept this Knight of the Round Table medal, otherwise others will not recognize it."

Artoria pulled a warm medal from her armor. It was shield-shaped, engraved with intersecting holy swords and spears, with a cross in the lower center.