Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

The other person cursed and turned to leave. What was this thing? Could he possibly damage it? Are you kidding me?

"Two idiots!"

Humanity vs. Counterforce: Hey! How dare you talk like that, you mere Emiya? I'll make you work overtime right now!

After a while, a new passage appeared, and the momentum it emitted was quite astonishing!

Human reason and the inhibitory force anticipate, and then the channel begins to change. For example, black liquid emerges, a pair of huge horns vaguely appear, and an expression seems to appear in the pupil.

(Croissant)??? (Croissant).

! ! ! ! !

"Close the door now!!!"

After a timely battle, the passage was closed. Humanity cursed, "Why did you summon Tiamat? Did you want to destroy the world? But she saw us first!"

The counterforce was completely baffled: "It wasn't me. I'm not stupid, how could I do such a thing? By the way, could it be that you summoned it?"

"not me."

"That's not me either."

The two men were suspicious of each other. With a big shot like Tiamat appearing, they couldn't call for reinforcements. If something else were to appear, things would get really complicated.

"Let's leave it for now. The world is here, it can't escape. We'll be able to go back sooner or later, and then we'll deal with Meryl."

"Agreed, let's leave it at that for now. Anyway, nothing serious is going to happen. If something does go wrong, we can just let someone else handle it."

With external issues temporarily set aside, let's return our focus to the European battlefield camps.

After the video channel was closed, no one could react for a long time. Deep down, they couldn't believe it, and they didn't want to believe it.

But the scene is there, and reality is what it is, leaving them with no choice.

After a moment of silence, everyone summoned the adjutant: "Pack your things, return to camp, and send someone to inform the King and the other teams that something major has happened, and tell them to return to camp as well, quickly!"

Galahad was the most agitated, even shouting angrily when his adjutant expressed his doubts, something he never did before.

The six teams were the first to return to the camp. They looked at each other in silence and went to the main tent to wait.

No one spoke; everyone awaited the king's return.

The camp, serving as the departure center, was not far from everyone; the only difference was the return speed. Coincidentally, those who did not apply were in the midst of war.

Three days later, the king finally returned, while Mordred and the others had not yet returned.

Why was an emergency request for help issued? What happened?

Artoria asked a question, and Kai uttered a reply in silence.

"Something has happened in Britain, Lord Wei...Lord Wei...something may have happened to him."

"Kaiqing, are you joking?"

Lancelot retorted, "That's not a good way to joke."

“We all hoped it was fake, but… Merlin was there at the time, and we couldn’t have mistaken his pained expression.”

Gao Wen shook his head with a wry smile.

He desperately hoped it was just a joke, that it was all fake.

But Merlin's expression at that moment was truly unforgettable.

"Go back, everyone go back, everyone pack your things, let's go back."

"Let's see what they're up to. We'll come back if needed."

Artoria gave the order without the slightest hesitation.

She didn't know what had happened, but she remembered the application that had come a few days earlier during the war. At the time, she thought it was from Merlin and didn't pay much attention to it.

At this moment, the disregard in this process has turned into tension, even more so than when the war with Rome began.

Two days later, all the supplies were packed up, and there were enough ships to take everyone.

Mordred, who had been delayed in returning, arrived just in time with the others and boarded the ship without any explanation.

The expeditionary fleet embarked on its journey home, but this time, perhaps one person would be missing to greet them.

····

Vivian, the fairy of the lake, retreated to put on makeup after discovering Shirou's presence. After everything was prepared, she never received an invitation.

With her doubts in mind, she contacted her best friend, Meili.

[You mean what happened before? Oh, back then his apprentice was dying, and he had something he wanted to tell you, but you hung up too quickly. Yeah, it was Shirou, not Ria. Yes, he's gone. I'm not lying to you this time.]

After ending her call with her best friend, Vivian sat listlessly on a rock by the lake for more than ten days.

She sat there for a while, during which she contacted her friend countless times. But that friend, who always replied to messages promptly, was now completely unresponsive; all her messages went unanswered.

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die. Maybe Meryl is joking. I need to go to Camelot to check on things, but I can't leave here. My mission isn't over yet... Right, find Morgan!"

"That's right, find Morgan, tell her to take a look, yes, tell her to take a look!"

Vivian excitedly contacted Morgan; this was the first time she had taken the initiative to do so, and she received a reply quickly.

Morgan: "What?"

Vivian: "Merry said Shirou is dead, go check if it's true!"

Morgan: "Shirou is dead? Are you kidding me? I saw him buying ingredients and cooking just two weeks ago."

Vivian: "I don't know if it's true or not, but you should go and check! It happened just over ten days ago!"

Unable to refuse, Morgan could only reply, "I understand, I will make sure."

Morgan instinctively felt this was fake, but the other person's agitation made her a little worried. After tidying herself up, she walked out of an underground magic workshop on the outskirts of Camelot.

That's right, she set up a magic workshop here, not so that she could be close enough to go into the city to see Emiya Shirou.

Rather, it's because Artoria isn't here that she can cause trouble. Yes, that's the reason.

"According to his observation log, he should be in the fields at this time, and today it should be that field."

Morgan led Xiao Kaixin out the door, then immediately noticed something was wrong. Why were there white strips of cloth wrapped around the ground? And why did the people they saw also have white strips of cloth on their arms?

Worry welled up, and a startling thought popped into my head: Could what Vivian said be true?

Volume 1: 68. The stars shine over Britain, and the Milky Way makes its way (4k)

Morgan weaved through the surging crowd, constantly receiving inquiries.

"What happened? Who in your family died?"

Why are there white stripes on your shoulder?

Morgan kept asking questions, and the answers were consistent.

"Lord Emiya has returned to the heavens."

Everyone says the same thing.

"Merlin!!!"

Morgan didn't believe it was all a farcical performance, and she called out the name.

"I'm here~"

Looking up, she saw that annoying guy sitting on the roof watching her, his head wrapped in white canvas, his long tail fluttering in the air, his dark circles and bloodshot pupils speaking volumes.

"This is what he left for you."

The small crystal fell perfectly into Morgan's hands. As a magician, she naturally knew its purpose. She silently put it away, turned around, and left. She wanted to go back to the magic workshop to see it again.

[Dear friend, I will probably be gone by the time you see this message, which is a great pity. I don't even know your name or what you look like, which is somewhat impolite.]

However, I promise you again that if you need anything, take this crystal to King Arthur, and he will grant you reasonable requests.

Finally, Britain is a better place because of you. Thank you for your continued contributions. Wishing you happiness always!

Morgan was deeply disturbed after watching the video, feeling utterly lost and confused.

She suddenly realized that she didn't know what to do. At first, she was angry and wanted to question her foolish sister about how she could let this happen.

For a king of a country to allow such a accomplished person to suffer an accident is simply a fantasy.

"If, if I were in control of Britain, this would never have happened, it would never have."

Morgan whispered, thinking of the Holy Grail she had encountered some time ago.

An idea surfaced in my mind.

"Boom!!!"

Vivian sent a video call invitation.

"what is going on···"

The moment the call connected, Vivian anxiously asked questions, but after seeing Morgan's calm yet frightened eyes, she gradually fell silent. In the end, she found out.

"Vivian, do you think the Holy Grail can change this?"

Morgan said.

Vivian's pupils suddenly contracted: "You encountered that Holy Grail? The one you're doing a quest for?"

Morgan nodded: "That's right. I encountered a Holy Grail in the forest before, but it requires me to do something. Do you know anything about it?"

“This,” Vivian hesitated, scratching her head and sighing, “To be honest, I don’t know much about it, but I know that these kinds of missions are never simple, not even world-class ones. Are you sure you want to do it?”

"Why not? The rewards for a world-class mission would be great, and I would not only be changing everything, but also bringing Britain back into my arms."

Morgan was overjoyed. "Great! Everything can change."

Great.

"You, sigh, don't oversimplify things. This kind of mission definitely has limitations, and it might even alter your memories. Completing the mission under these circumstances won't be easy."

“It’s okay, I can do it. Why? Because I’m Morgan.”

The sister of the King of Britain, the ruler of the island, Shirou Emiya, has acknowledged that I am the most talented magician in history, and I will definitely obtain that Holy Grail!

"Heh heh, what King Arthur couldn't change, I will change; what King Arthur couldn't do, I can. I am Morgan!"

Morgan began packing his things, both to prepare for the worst and to be fully prepared.

Vivian sighed as she looked at everything. She knew that both of them had been greatly influenced by Shirou.

Two people who have never had any friends suddenly have someone they can talk to about anything, who listens patiently and gives advice, and who brings them delicious food every now and then. If this unique person disappears, there will be big problems.

"Looks like I'll have to go back eventually. Sigh, what a pity... Oh well, what's there to regret about a world without Shirou? Once that King Arthur dies and is sent back to Avalon, I'll go find Morgan and merge with him!"

When will King Arthur die? This question became Vivian's main concern.

Morgan was ready to embark on her own path, but before that, there was one thing she had to do, something she couldn't bear to leave unfinished!

It's as painful as an explosion!

A few days later, the massive British fleet finally returned to loyal Britain.

The port was still crowded with people, but everyone had a white band wrapped around their arm, and the air was no longer filled with joy and pride, but with sadness.

The ship docked, the deck touched down, and Artoria became the first to set foot on her homeland.

"···"

There were no cheers, no excited screams, only endless silence.

"What's wrong? Why is it so quiet? Where's Shirou? Why didn't he come to greet us? Is he acting like a big shot?"

Mordred was the first to mutter to herself, looking around trying to catch a glimpse of that red figure. She had really outdone herself this time, defeating so many countries, and she was eager to show off her spoils.

However, no matter how she looked, she couldn't see that person. Instead, the atmosphere around her became even more somber, which made her very unhappy.

"Strange, why is everyone so quiet? And why are they wearing white cloths on their arms? It feels a bit ominous."

Mordred's voice trailed off, and then a familiar figure appeared—Merlin.

The neatly folded clothes were at the bottom, the katana lay on top, and on the clothes was a Round Table Medal, which Mary had found in the pocket.

Merlin carried these things slowly over, bent down, and knelt on one knee.

"..."