Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Galahad: ...Connected.

Mordred: ... Not connected.

Gareth: ...Connected.

Kai: ...Connected.

Agguiwen: ...Connected.

Palamedes: ...Connected.

Tristan: ...Not connected.

Gahoris: ...Not connected.

Parzival: ... Not connected.

Morgan: ... Not connected.

Vivian: ...Connected.

Of the fourteen applications, only seven were approved.

"Merlin's message? What is this?" Kai's puzzled voice came through.

"Merry? What do you want with me?! Shirou!!! Wait, I'm not wearing makeup, hold on a second!"

Vivian hung up before Shirou Emiya could speak after seeing him; now only six people were accepting the call.

(The purplish-black color spreads to the middle of the calf)

"Who is that? They look so familiar."

In the video, Gawain touches his chin and says something.

That face looks just like their mother's. Is it just my imagination?

"Everyone, stop chatting and listen to me."

When Shirou Emiya spoke, everyone realized something was amiss, with Gareth being the first to speak up.

"Minister Wei, why are there bloodstains on your chest?"

"What happened?"

When Galahad spoke second, everyone in the projection sensed something was wrong, and their expressions suddenly darkened.

"It's nothing, I was just attacked and I think something bad is going to happen, so I thought I'd talk to you guys about something before it does."

"!!!!! Impossible! Where's Merlin! Find him..."

Agrave's voice gradually lowered, and Merlin was right next to Shirou Emiya, his pupils filled with pain.

"If I could handle it, I wouldn't be contacting you now. Okay, time is short, listen to me."

(The purplish-black color spreads down to the knees)

Volume 1: 67. Chain Reaction (4k)

"Gawain, Galahad, Gareth, Palamedes, Agravivan, Kay."

Emiya Shirou scanned everyone's faces, a smile playing on his lips: "I was going to say something, but then I thought, what's the point? You're all strong, one in a million."

"However, I still have one thing to ask of you, gentlemen, to assist the king in the future."

"It's not just about unconditional trust, but also about having the courage to point out and ask questions when the king makes a mistake."

"We need to communicate more. Everyone has different responsibilities. It may be annoying, but most of the time we need to learn to understand, as long as the country and the people need that annoying attitude."

(The purplish-black color extends to the top of the thigh)

"Also, Wang has always wanted to take on everything alone. He is very stubborn, and he probably won't change that trait. But the job distribution I assigned earlier can solve this problem well."

"It's just a pity that not everyone could be here... but it's enough that you are here."

"Don't let my problems disrupt your own rhythm, and don't end up like me, having an accident when you're most relaxed."

"I have written many books on learning, and they are all in my study. Remember to read them often. However, if you can't find the answers, you still need to gain more practical experience."

(The purplish-black color reaches the waist)

"...It's almost time. Remember, don't rush and make a mistake."

Meryl disconnected the projection, giving no one else a chance to speak.

Emiya Shirou raised his hand and lifted his clothes. The speed slowed slightly when the purplish-black color reached his internal organs, which was a good thing.

As for the complete lack of hope of crossing this point, there's no need to worry about it.

"Meryl...Teacher, please do me one last favor: record a video and give it to the appropriate person...Please."

"...Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot."

Merry repeated in a low voice, unsure whether she was referring to herself or Shirou Emiya, when suddenly she remembered something and reached for the Holy Grail.

"The Holy Grail! The Holy Grail!"

"...That's about it..."

Emiya Shirou shook his head; he wouldn't agree.

Mary lowered her arm, and the Holy Grail fell straight to the ground.

"Help me, don't waste my time."

"···idiot···"

"Cough cough!"

The moment the recording was completed, the last drops of bright red blood flowed from his mouth, and a purplish-black blood crossed his abdomen, getting infinitely close to his heart.

“Merry…”

"I am here···"

"You are a human being, just someone who hasn't been exposed to many things, but, in my opinion..."

Emiya Shirou raised his hand, wondering if this was the highest he could go, when a slender hand caught him just as he was about to fall.

"Hehe, you see, the most special thing about people is their strange emotions... You are a person."

I have no sensation in my body, neither in my hands nor my thighs, but it seems alright this way. The process wasn't too painful, I just don't know how my body will react...

Sensing something, the hand in his sight gradually disappeared, and a final smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Thankfully... thankfully... their sorrow can be lessened somewhat... Ah~ ah~ the sky is still so beautiful today, with a strange sense of familiarity, like the day I first dreamt of it... beautiful...

(Shirou Emiya's body gradually dissipated, turning into specks of light and returning to the sky. The figure in the silver-white girl's pupils continued to disappear until it was completely gone. Only his clothes, still warm and stained with blood, and his katana lay silently against the ground.)

"···"

Corroded fields, weapons stained with life, unconscious people lying on the ground, katanas and clothes intertwined, a kneeling silver-white girl—the scene is interwoven, and the air is filled with sorrow.

"Ugh~"

The sound of a greatsword hitting the ground and piercing the soil.

The tall figure, clad in black armor, wore a broad, blood-stained sword and a bull-head mask resembling a demon. Blue light flickered slightly across his chest, and blue flames burned in his pupils.

"Old Man of the Mountain, are you here to judge me? I want to know how you broke through the defenses."

Mary didn't turn around; the other person's heavy voice rang out.

"Grand Magician, the reason I'm here is simple."

His gaze fell upon the katana: "I have some connection with this person."

"···Feel sorry."

"This is not your fault. Although you do have some problems, it is not your fault."

The blue flames in his eyes stared at the katana, and he saw the past, the regret of leaving and the joy of experiencing it all.

He said, "It's nice to meet you all. I hope you won't be sad... I said, this was a beautiful dream."

The old man in the mountains fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Haven't you ever felt disappointed or regretful! Everything you (Emiya) did was for yourself, isn't that something to be happy about!"

"Hahaha! Grand Magician, don't worry, the higher-ups will retreat on their own. Think about the future."

"Dong~~~" (This is a farewell gesture)

The greatsword rose and fell, the wind blew again, carrying the old man from the mountain away.

"Lord Emiya! We encountered a strange fellow on the road, and upon investigation, it turns out to be... a nobleman who escaped before..."

The number one leader rushed over with his men. When he saw the scene that could only be described as hopeless, his heart skipped a beat. He scratched his head, ignored his surroundings, and walked over with a smile.

"Lord Merlin, where is Emiya? I need to speak with him."

Meryl remained silent, then tossed a recording crystal. The First Leader caught it, his pupils began to tremble, and his breathing became rapid.

A bad feeling made him reluctant to check, but he knew he had no choice...

"I'm leaving. If you encounter any strange people on the road, don't let them go. Wait for them to be checked. Also... take the Saxon brothers to Mordred; he will take care of you."

The video of Emiya appeared in his mind; the number one leader's body was stiff, and even the crystal almost slipped off.

"Lord Merlin..."

“This has nothing to do with him. I’ve taken those people with me.”

Mary pointed to old York lying on the ground, carefully picked up the katana, clothes, and murder weapon, and left with the people she had captured.

The leader looked around, then slumped down next to old York, his eyes vacant.

On the other side, outside the world, humanity and the force of restraint are both driven to madness.

What the hell? How dare someone as insignificant as Meryl push them out!

"Where are the heroic spirits? Why hasn't anyone come yet?!"

As the suppressor chanted, a passage appeared beside him; someone was coming!

"Whoa! What happened? Why are you contacting us? By the way, did someone just admit that the Grand Servant knocked me down?"

The blond, bespectacled man, wielding a sharp-edged pistol, exudes an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.

Who is this person?

It is Tescat Riboca, the great Grand Servant!

"Huh? What's this...?"

The first thing the newcomer saw was the World Barrier. He went up and touched it, then touched his chin, and clashed his weapons together, making a metallic clanging sound.

"You want to break this, right? Leave it to me!"

Before receiving a reply, Tescatlipoca unleashed a powerful counterattack.

[Grand Order Forsaken! Eat my otherworldly corruption!]

The pistol, carrying immense power, made contact with the city wall.

Dark magic enveloped the city walls, intertwining and finally settling into stillness.

"Huh?" Tescatlipoca exclaimed in surprise.

"I didn't expect there to be this trick up my sleeve. Assimilation and fusion? That's a rare method. And the quality is a bit too high. I can't handle it right now, so I'll retreat first."

After finishing his sentence, the blond handsome man returned directly to the passage. From the moment he arrived to the moment he left, less than thirty seconds had passed, and the entire process was as smooth as flowing water.

Human reasoning vs. inhibitory force: Hmm? ? ? ? ? ?

Looking at the barrier that seemed to grow ever larger, the two had endless things they wanted to say.

Another passage appeared, and a muscular giant poked his head out. It was Grand Archer, Superman Orion!

"Huh? This can't be done. Goodbye."

Without asking any questions, he simply glanced at us and then pulled his head back, a scene that silenced both reason and self-control.

Soon, another passage appeared, and a white-haired, red-haired person walked out, looked around in confusion, and noticed the city wall in front of him. Then his face instantly darkened.

"No way, treating me like a laborer is one thing, but look at that stuff? You want me to fight something world-class? You're all idiots!"