Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Declaring war on the House of York...

In any case, on that day, all the surrounding dynasties and countries that had any semblance of order were declared war on.

On that day, everyone in Britain was in a state of mental paralysis. Those who could understand it looked at it from all angles, while those who couldn't read it aloud to others many times.

Thousands of words combined into one sentence.

King Arthur, has he gone mad?

Are the enemies all over the other side of the sea? Why are they pulling this stunt?

Then they noticed something that was hard to spot: when the departure list was announced, all the Knights of the Round Table went out, while Lord Shirou Emiya and Lord Merlin stayed at home.

And with the planner's name written in large characters as Emiya Shirou, everyone scratched their heads, feeling that this matter wasn't so strange after all.

“There must be a reason why Lord Emiya would bring something up and agree to it.”

"Indeed, there's no problem with Lord Emiya agreeing. By the way, have we been busy with this lately?"

"so?"

"Do we have a role to play in this kind of thing?"

"Hmm...that makes sense. I'll brag about it to my son when I get back."

"Tsk, you rascal, I'll go back and nag about it too."

This is what word-of-mouth is.

Even things that seem impossible in normal thinking, things that are only daring to dream about, can potentially succeed if Shirou Emiya signs his name.

What is reputation? Reputation means that even if a country changes its development plan over a period of time, nothing will happen, and everyone trusts Lord Emiya.

This is word of mouth!

The inhabitants of Britain believed it unconditionally, but others might not.

Overseas, the group of nobles who had fled here were dumbfounded when they saw the intelligence.

"No, are they planning to cross the ocean to capture us?"

These people's first thought was that their family members back home had gone mad, and that they should forcibly take them back in order to deal with them, but after thinking about it, they realized that they couldn't do it.

King Arthur and all the Knights of the Round Table declared war on all nations, knowing full well that they were not powerful enough.

"Is this a deliberate provocation? Is the goal to make us go back on our own?"

Others shared their opinions, but that person shook their head.

"No, if we declare war without sending troops, who will go back? You?"

"I won't go back."

Looking at the other person: "Are you going back?"

“I’m not going back either. Unless they come here, I definitely won’t go back.”

"That's it. Who's going to go back if they just talk the talk? We're not stupid."

"Then pretend you didn't see it?"

"No, we need to monitor them. If they go out to sea, we'll go back. If they don't come out, we'll just continue living our lives."

Haha, whatever you want to do, we always have a choice.

The British Isles have such a vast ocean; I don't believe you can blockade the entire island!

"I'll contact my backup plan first, just in case there's a real possibility of having to go back."

As legitimate old nobles, they could return at any time as long as Britain still existed and as long as there were reactionary elements in Britain.

As for who the reactionaries are now? Don't worry about that, it's part of the old aristocratic network.

In a forest in Britain, a white light moved swiftly through the woods, accompanied by a silver-haired mature woman—it was Morgan and Big White!

"That's strange, how can we not find it? That shouldn't be the case."

Morgan muttered to himself, holding the magic compass. "We're in this forest, but we've been searching for so many days and still haven't found anything."

Strange, so strange.

Suddenly, the compass began to shake violently, and finally fixed its pointer in one direction.

"We've got the goods! Over there, Big White! Charge!"

"Ouch!"

The white steed took off running, its joyful mood completely undisguised.

The forest is a wonderful place; she loves it here!

Following the compass, the surrounding environment gradually changed. Morgan's delicate nose twitched slightly: "The magical content in the air has increased..."

With heightened awareness and eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, Morgan gripped his staff tightly and became wary.

There were no problems along the way, until the end of the road, where there was a small pond with a magnificent and sacred cup floating on it. Morgan knew what it was at first glance.

The Holy Grail...

Morgan's tone was not joyful, but solemn.

"A ridiculous illusion."

Morgan raised his staff, and dozens, even hundreds, of magic circles appeared behind him. He calmly gazed at the Holy Grail and then swung his staff down.

"Boom!!!"

The magic circle began to charge.

"boom!!!!"

Hundreds of beams of light roared and covered the Holy Grail. After a moment, they stopped, but the Holy Grail was still floating. The bay below had disappeared, or rather, the surrounding land had all disappeared.

[Change... Fairy... The Holy Grail is there...]

Morgan seemed to have overheard something, that the Holy Grail was conveying some kind of information. After some decryption, he confirmed the message: the Holy Grail was fake, but he could obtain it by completing a certain task.

"This is too much trouble, it's pointless."

After understanding the situation, Morgan turned and left. He had a cup to grab and a task to complete. Besides, who knew how long it would take? What if it took a really long time?

If we're not careful, it might happen after several decades or even a hundred years. Who will we brag to when we come back?

Is he Shirou's grandson or son? Or is he just the unfortunate mound of earth where Shirou sleeps?

Morgan felt the returns were poor and thought it better to look for other opportunities.

Morgan thought this as she left, but little did she know that she would return sooner or later.

Time flies, and one day Morgan saw the declaration of war report and, shocked, contacted Mordred.

She had already decided to let Mordred stay and then dismantle the organization from within.

Even if it's fake, you can still find out clearly what kind of trouble they're up to.

Then···

Don't contact me anymore. I'm afraid my father and Emiya will misunderstand.

Morgan (with an old man's face on the subway): "!!!???????"

After several unsuccessful attempts, Morgan slowly lowered her arms. She couldn't understand why all the children were like this.

After a moment of hesitation, she thought of her youngest daughter, Gareth.

connect?

Morgan started looking for the contact information they had set up. She found it, and just as she was about to make the call, Gareth's silly smile from when he was a child suddenly popped into her mind.

She's such a simpleton.

This is Morgan's endorsement.

...The finger fell.

"Forget it, whether it's true or false doesn't matter. If it's true, it's impossible to deal with Merlin without someone to help. If it's false, there's no plan."

"Never mind, let's get back to what we're doing..."

Morgan didn't contact his dumbest daughter; after all, a fool like her couldn't be of any help.

...After some time, Camelot had everything ready, and after making his declaration of war, he was finally about to take action.

During this period, some countries sent messages to inquire, but none of them paid any attention.

Artoria ignored the messages that came in, and she also ignored the messages that didn't come in.

It's no longer important to concern ourselves with such matters; change is just around the corner.

"Establish a stronghold in the center, and then begin to expand outwards to declare war. Supplies are transported every three months, and soldiers who need to return are rotated at the same time."

"When the last batch of supplies is used up, I will have someone send a message to you, and then you can pack up and come back."

"The goal during this period is to gain honors. Don't do bad things, and don't do things that aren't enjoyable."

“We are upright knights, not warmongers or bandits. We will seek honor, not land.”

"We can't manage those in the distance for now. We need to subdue them, take their treasures, bring back those who want to submit to Britain, and also keep an eye on their food and supplies."

Unless it was the night before, in King Arthur's room, Shirou Emiya picked up the cleaned armor, inspected it under the light, nodded in satisfaction, and kept muttering to himself.

Beside her, Artoria watched this scene with her chin resting on her hand, her eyes full of smiles.

"You are the king, and as the core manager, you must set a good example. Remember that."

"Got it~"

"By the way, there's something I want to tell you when I get back this time."

"Artoria suddenly said."

"Is it about the missing scabbard? I think I should ask Merlin about it."

"It's not about that~ I asked Merlin about the scabbard, and he kept talking about fate, but it always runs away."

"I see. Then be careful this time and don't be reckless."

"It's alright. Sometimes, an extreme attack is more frightening than a defense. It's alright~"

"Okay, then I'll wait until you return safely to hear what you have to say."

"Good~"

Volume 1: Chapter 66. The Death of Emiya Shirou (4k)

The British warships carrying the Knights of the Round Table set sail, numbering in the hundreds, carrying large quantities of supplies and personnel.

Trading with overseas countries was normal for Britain, and there was little chance of getting lost on the road. The only dangers to be aware of were natural hazards and the dangers of pirates.

However, with King Arthur, a warrior whose beam cannon can split tsunamis, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

The harbor was packed with cheering crowds, celebrating and shouting that this was a historic step for Britain.

Shirou Emiya and Merry watched the ship depart from the pier, and returned to Camelot after the ship was out of sight.

"Try this medicine and see if it works."

Mary handed her a bottle of medicine.

"Hmm, I'll try it in a bit... Okay, I'll try it now."

I originally wanted to try it later, but the other party's gaze was too intense, so I had to experiment on the spot.

"...Is it no use? Let me try the others."

The palm remained unchanged, and Meryl frowned.

"No need to rush. The Holy Grail is more important right now. Didn't you say that fusing and using it is troublesome? Let's focus on that for now."

Mary waved her hand: "Okay, okay, I'm going now. Call me if you need anything."

After Merry left, Shirou Emiya headed out of the city, where he met Old York and the First Leader on the way.

"The planning changes are basically stable, but you should be careful recently to avoid any accidents. If anything happens, notify me in time and don't try to solve it on your own."

"Don't worry, Mr. Emiya, we're not that stupid."