Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Old York patted the number one leader next to him, who nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right, I'm not that stupid."

Now, the two of them are among the top people in Britain to some extent. As the two main handlers under Mr. Emiya, as long as they don't mess around, they can even symbolize Emiya Shirou.

They still had a great deal of power, but neither Old York nor the First Leader acted recklessly; they always did their jobs properly.

Power is indeed tempting, but you can't expect an old York, whose family has fallen on hard times and who has finally seen a future, to have his mentality shattered and now just eat and help with chores, to act recklessly.

They've come to terms with it, and things are much better now. Why would they want to ruin it themselves? They're not stupid.

They were fully engaged in their work, happily savored delicious food, and walked together with the British and Saxons, exchanging playful banter.

Leader Number One: "Do you want to eat the chicken leg? If not, give it to me."

Old York: "...Eat!"

"And what about the cheese?"

"eat!"

"fruit··"

"Stop asking. You weigh twice as much as me. If you're not too heavy, go get it yourself. Stop trying to take mine."

"I know, but what's in your bowl is delicious, so I want to eat it. Give it to me, and I'll get it for you after I finish it."

"Go away! Go play somewhere else!"

"Tsk, you stingy guy, I curse you to choke on your water..."

The number one leader grumbled incessantly, but his face was full of smiles. This was a bit of fun in his daily life, and it was quite nice.

As time passed, the British troops arrived at their positions and exploded, and those countries only realized what was happening when they saw the elite cavalry outside the city.

Hey, this Briton isn't just all talk, he's the real deal!

Time passed again, and the British supply convoy had already docked and left the port four times.

Judging from the intelligence sent back, everything went smoothly. Apart from the Roman Empire having some strength, the others were not too scary.

The Roman Empire was powerful, but not enough. I've acquired some good items; I'll send them to you when I get back.

The envelope, signed by Artoria, was left for Shirou Emiya to patiently await everyone's return.

"Boss Emiya, it seems there's some trouble outside the city. Please go and take a look."

The number one leader pushed open the door and entered, his tone very urgent.

Emiya Shirou stood up and called out, "Merlin, are you there?"

"It's not convenient to go there right now. Is the Holy Grail in its final stages? Are you in a hurry?"

When Mei Li’s voice reached my ears, it seemed to be very slow.

Emiya Shirou estimated the location and, finding it wasn't too far, replied, "It's not urgent, you go ahead with your work."

"OK, call me if you need anything~"

"Merlin has something to do, let's go ourselves."

The two mounted their warhorses and headed out of the city, where the leader explained the situation.

It happened very suddenly. He was having dessert after dinner when old York suddenly found him and said there was a big problem. He went over and saw that a large area of ​​grain was rotting and the land was emitting a strange purple mist.

Old York quickly said he would wait there and told him to go find Lord Emiya.

"Corrosion? Strange fog?"

Emiya Shirou repeated, "This phenomenon is not simple," and then thought of what Merry had just said.

Could this be a change that occurred when the Holy Grail was about to succeed? Did the brief return of the Age of Gods cause the appearance of magical beasts? This possibility cannot be ruled out.

After determining a probability, I immediately gave the order: "I'll go outside the city to check the situation myself in a bit. You quickly find the surrounding garrison and have them start patrolling immediately. Be careful of any unusual situations."

"it is good!"

The warhorse was very fast, and they soon reached the outskirts of the city, where the two parted ways.

Emiya Shirou walked alone toward the location he had been told, and soon saw the corrupted field that the number one leader had mentioned. It was quite large, and he could see it from a great distance.

Old York was standing at the edge of the field, looking inside, as if confirming something.

"Tap! Tread!"

The sound of hooves drew closer, but Old York did not turn around. Shirou Emiya, ignoring these details, dismounted and approached.

"Old York, what's going on? What exactly happened? What did you learn?"

"...Lord Emiya, there's been no progress yet; it just happened so suddenly."

Old York turned around and recounted the events with a blank expression.

Emiya Shirou felt something was off; why did Old York seem a little strange today?

A slight warning arose in his mind, but the trust he had built up over a decade made him pay little attention. He simply kept a watchful eye on things and quickly walked toward the horizon.

The purple liquid visible to the naked eye on the ground hissed and smoked like concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Hmm? This looks a lot like the venom of a Warcraft beast, what was it again..."

Emiya Shirou recalls that a warning suddenly arose in his mind: danger was behind him!

(The katana appears, he draws it, and slashes horizontally.) Emiya Shirou completes this sequence of actions in a fraction of a second... This is how it should be.

But Shirou Emiya, who was on the verge of death, awakened something else due to his unique nature: the historical repair within him, which had already confirmed that Shirou Emiya had a problem.

The final counterattack lasted for a mere fraction of a second, but that instant was enough for a blade to pierce through the chest.

"Shh!"

The sound of the katana slicing through the air was heard, and Shirou Emiya had already completed his move despite the pain.

The katana stopped when it was about to touch old York's neck.

The once normal face now presents an incredibly bizarre scene: a smile on the face, calm in the right eye, but filled with pain in the left eye, with tears streaming down its face.

The hand holding the knife was trembling, a tremor that was barely noticeable.

[Buzz! !!!]

In an instant, a strange wave swept across the world. Meryl, who was busy at work, suddenly looked up at the sky and heard a familiar voice.

[Huh? Isn't this the world that disappeared before? How come it's connected again? But the signal is still a bit choppy. Oh well, as long as I can get in, let me see what's going on.]

[Huh? What's going on? Why is history taking such a bizarre turn? Why are the characters' paths completely messed up? Why is the world's development so out of sync?]

【Merry!!! !!! ! ...

Two familiar yet unfamiliar furious voices, a display of reason and self-control unseen for many years.

In response, Mary hesitated for a fraction of a second before deciding whether to back down. After that fraction of a second, she thought, "Back down my foot! If I back down, I wouldn't be myself."

A fraction of a second later, the staff was raised.

[Grand Rank Recognition! Magician Grand Rank: Merry!]

The staff fell to the ground.

[Grand Order Burning! Holy Grail Connection! Avalon's Sanctuary: The Eternal Ideal World!]

Enormous and unpredictable blue walls rose into the air, measured in worlds, pushing away human reason and the restraining force, and severing the connection to history in an instant.

Human reason vs. inhibitory force: I ******, Meryl I *****, I ***** Meryl.

It's already strange for a world to suddenly disappear, but to go and do this after finally reconnecting is simply too much—no, it's too much of a violation of human reason and the power of restraint!

"You're not playing along, are you? Watch me call in reinforcements! So what if we turn Avalon into a wall and bring it over? I refuse to believe that no Heroic Spirits can break through it!"

Starting to summon Heroic Spirits...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Meryl, who was in charge of everything, did not relax. She turned her head, and her gaze became deep.

"I saw it..."

The injured Shirou Emiya, Shirou Emiya whose momentum is fading away.

Petals floated up, and Merry disappeared, reappearing beside Shirou Emiya.

He reached out, touched her shoulder, paused for a second, and then withdrew his hand.

"Hydra's venom is a family heirloom passed down for a thousand years. If it were normal venom, I could handle it. With your physical condition, you can hold out until that moment..."

"But···"

The blackness, visible to the naked eye, began to spread from the wound, and it spread very quickly.

"The power of historical manipulation intervened in that instant, and in that instant, you inexplicably became the primary target of attack. The point of contact when the worlds connected also landed on you. The already deadly venom instantly became dozens or even hundreds of times more potent. I..."

Meili spoke softly, her hand gripping the staff so tightly it turned white, her face expressionless, her eyes filled only with pain and regret for her negligence.

Why, why are you so relaxed now? Why didn't you agree to come along earlier? Why...?

It's my fault, it's all my fault!

"Cough cough!"

Emiya Shirou coughed up a mouthful of blood—no, a mouthful of thick, black liquid that corroded the ground upon impact.

He put down his katana and pointed it at old York.

Look at him...

Meryl glanced at it: "Hypnotic magic, this level should be a prop, ordinary people can't resist it, I can dispel it."

The staff landed on old York's shoulder, and magic flashed through his hand, which had been tightly gripping the hilt of his knife. Old York suddenly let go, staggered back two steps, and fell to the ground.

“Ah…ah…”

Old York's arm was trembling, and he tried to lift it several times but failed. He pointed at Shirou Emiya's wound and let out a heart-wrenching wail of pain.

The calm and smile on his face vanished, his eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept flowing down his face.

"what····"

Old York looked at the katana, and he approached it shakily, reaching out to pick it up.

As the one who was redeemed, he did something absolutely unforgivable, and he wanted to end his own life.

[Enhancement Magic - Self!]

"Inhale! Exhale!!!"

Emiya Shirou drew his short sword with a backhand motion, his entire body covered in patterns: blue magic, red blood, and a dark purple that gradually spread from his feet.

"Enhancement magic, a brief respite, but it will greatly reduce the remaining time."

"Merry said."

"It's okay, I need this now."

Grabbing old York's hand, Shirou Emiya patted him on the shoulder: "What do you want? You think you can just disappear without finishing anything? Who's going to find the enemy? Who's going to take charge of what happens next? Are you just going to leave like this?"

"what····"

Old York shook his head as he wept, his face filled with pain.

"That's good. There are still many things to be done for you. Also, you are a victim in this matter as well. If you want to repay me, complete the plan I've set. Remember that?"

"Well····"

Old York trembled, but nodded firmly.

"Then, take a nap first."

He chopped her down with a single blow, then had Merry move to the side. Shirou Emiya then sat down cross-legged a little to the side.

The purplish-black color had spread to her ankles.

“Merry, use the video magic you studied before to connect the Knights of the Round Table, and... two other friends.”

"it is good."

The staff is raised, and a video magic link invitation is sent.

Artoria: ... Not connected.

Gao Wen: ...Connected.

Lancelot: ... Not connected.