Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Hmm, these look familiar... they seem to be... Emiya..."

Mordred, who had come closer, sensed something was wrong, and Gareth whispered something in his ear.

Mordred's body stiffened, and Gareth carried him away.

Artoria remained motionless, her pupils fixed on the medal, the medal symbolizing the honor of the Knights of the Round Table.

"Have they found him?"

"I'm frozen," Artoria asked.

"understood."

"All subsequent processing."

"Among the nobles who fled before, and some others..."

Before Melie could finish speaking, Artoria repeated herself.

"Process all subsequent connections!"

"..."

"Return to Camelot."

Artoria did not take the item from Melie's hand. Instead, she mounted her horse, gave commands, and silently advanced towards Camelot.

The other knights quickly followed. Meryl glanced around, sighed, and began directing the ships to dock and address other issues.

The road back to Camelot was lined with people wearing white cloth strips, who knelt down as the king's procession passed by to welcome his return.

Camelot, the most magnificent and greatest city in British history, came into view.

Artoria sat down on her warhorse and stopped, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart, hoping that figure would appear.

On the city walls, at the city gates, in the fields... nowhere, there was no trace of that red figure.

"Tap! Tread!"

The horse's hooves rose and fell, drawing ever closer to Camelot. As it got closer, Artoria's breathing became noticeably heavier.

Exhale! Inhale! Exhale! Inhale!

There's so much magic in the air, and the crops around are growing very well, but where is that figure? Why hasn't he appeared?

At the city gate, Meryl had already arrived, kneeling on one knee with several items in her arms. Beside her were Old York and the First Chief, with white cloths laid out around them.

It is for those who are returning; it is prepared for them.

Artoria was the first to pass by, took the white cloth and wrapped it around herself, glanced at the medal again, and then controlled her warhorse to leave.

Each knight who received the white cloth had a complicated expression. Mordred even wanted to smash the stall, but Gareth grabbed him and held him tightly.

"I'm fine. I'm Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table. I'm alright."

After composing herself, Mordred took the white cloth strip, tied it up, and gave a smile that was more like a grimace than a cry. She then mounted her horse, gave a thumbs-up, and followed the king's pace.

Camelot is the largest and first square. Artoria dismounted and entered through the gate, walking upwards.

The balcony, which had been announced several times, was right in front of them, and Mei Li knelt down on one knee beside them, holding some items, waiting.

Looking out from her position, she couldn't see the densely packed people in the square; she could only see the white decorations that covered the city.

My feet felt like they were being bitten by a two-winged dragon; they were heavy, incredibly heavy.

"Fool, is this how you govern Britain? Fool, is this how you become the prophesied king? Will you die if you don't go out into the world? Fool!"

Morgan, it's Morgan.

The other person was sitting on the throne symbolizing the British throne, but Artoria did not notice. In addition, the other person was holding a sword, the Sword in the Stone, which he had trained and given to Shirou Emiya for safekeeping.

But now the sword is perfectly intact.

"Here's your sword back. I stole it a long time ago, and it was in good condition back then."

Artoria casually tossed the sword in the stone to him, but he didn't catch it, or rather, he didn't even raise his hand, letting it fall to the ground beside him.

"I'll take this katana. If you're wondering why, well, I'm Camelot's supplier."

Morgan reached for the katana, and Artoria loosened her grip on the holy sword upon hearing the following words, without stopping him.

"I'm not interested in your Britain. Sooner or later, I'll have my own Britain. I hope you won't be crying then."

Morgan left, leaving behind his medals and clothes, and took his katana with him.

Artoria gazed at the sword in the stone, a question arising in her mind: Was she truly a worthy queen?

Perhaps so, after all, Britain is doing very well now.

But if she had spoken up sooner, if she hadn't thought so much before speaking, would she have been able to make it in time? If she hadn't cared about so-called glory, would she have stayed? Would that have changed everything?

But nothing was wrong, not a single step was wrong.

But why, why did this accident happen? And why was this accident so serious?

"Keep your clothes safe; they are important items that we should remember."

Picking up the medal, Artoria looked at Meryl directly for the first time since returning.

"Merlin, can you tell me what happened?"

"···yes···"

Mary recounted everything, from the beginning to the end, including subsequent discoveries and the current crisis, and also sent over the recording crystal.

Artoria grasped it; the information inside was simple.

[Lia, you are a worthy queen. Do not act rashly. Britain is proud of you.]

"You mean my future is too good, and I should go back to my original path? Right now, there are two terrifying guys outside the world watching me? Always looking to do this?"

"You're saying that Minister Wei Gong will exist in the future, and we'll meet him sooner or later as long as we wait?"

Meryl nodded. That's about it.

"Is there still a chance? Oh, there's still a chance! Hahaha! Is there still a chance to give you this thing?!"

The biggest emotional ups and downs I've experienced since embarking on the journey back are these moments: bursting into laughter and constantly shedding tears from my eyes.

Artoria didn't know if the information was true or false, but she knew she had a reason to persevere.

"I will. I will meet Lord Emiya again with beautiful Britain. I won't do anything reckless, Merlin, don't worry."

Artoria turned and walked to the balcony, surveying the scene before raising her medal: "Lord Emiya has returned to the heavens! But! Britain's progress will not stop here! This is not the scene Lord Emiya would have wanted to see!"

"King Arthur Pendragon hereby declares! A month of white flags shall be flown in mourning throughout the land! And Lord Emiya is granted the title of Knight of the Round Table!"

"King Arthur Pendragon hereby declares! All people and nations involved will pay the price!"

King Arthur's announcement confirmed the truth of the important person's death, and in an instant, many people in the crowd fainted, even a number of knights collapsed.

This included Gareth's urgent call.

"Mordred! Mordred!"

Behind Artoria, Meli finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she's been racking her brains these past few days, constantly trying to figure out why the scabbard wasn't working, even though she watched it being delivered.

The only explanation for this outcome is that it was obstructed by forces that sought to reshape history; otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.

But as I just said, even if something unexpected happens now, Mordred (evening) is real, which means the future still exists, and the future Shirou Emiya also exists!

That should be the logic, but we're still lacking some evidence.

Meryl won't reveal all the issues; for now, she needs to calm Leah down.

From the perspective of having spent so many years together, she can confidently say that Artoria has reached her limit.

From any perspective, she had to do it, even if Leah blamed her later.

At night, Mordred remained unconscious until a figure appeared in the room.

"still there?"

It was Mary; she hoped Mordred would open her eyes and see those disdainful eyes.

As they waited, Meryl's mood grew increasingly depressed, when Mordred, who was lying down, suddenly spoke.

"Not here, I'm dead."

Meryl's eyes suddenly lit up; the future still existed, and her guess was correct!

"Tsk, how could he have died so quickly? Was the scabbard fake?"

"Never mind, none of that matters, Mary. I can feel it; I'll be 'awakening' by dawn at the latest."

Mordred stared at Meryl, who still wore a look of disdain; she truly despised this guy.

Especially after certain memories surfaced in my mind, coupled with future memories, I felt even more disgusted.

This guy can't hide his true intentions at all!

"Have a safe journey~ I won't disturb your rest any longer~"

Melie smiled and left. She wanted to find Artoria, who was still crying, and explain that the future was not a lie.

Stepping out of the castle, the sky was beautiful, the stars shone brightly over Britain, and the Milky Way seemed to flow like a river, opening a path to the distance.

Volume 1: 69. A beautiful morning begins with being spied on (4k)

Early in the morning, sixteen or seventeen-year-old Shirou Emiya woke up in bed and stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

A moment later, he sat up and looked around; everything was so familiar.

I covered my face as I recalled the dream. The memory was vivid, but it didn't affect my reality. It felt very much like watching a movie.

Her hand landed on the bed and touched something. Turning her head, she saw the hair tie her good friend Xiao Mo had given her, along with two cards.

One is a gem card that has always been there, while the other is more interesting, with a line of text on it.

The boy was simply asleep.

A line of text is accompanied by a scene.

The boy lies in a field of vibrant flowers, a sharp sword embedded in his heart, with dark purple liquid flowing around him. Yet, a scabbard floats in the air, so conspicuous in the card.

"The scene is surprisingly beautiful, but the person lying there seems to be me?"

Emiya Shirou stared at it for a while, finally confirming that it was him, but still casually put it aside, not caring about such trivial matters.

As a young man with good self-management skills, Shirou Emiya's morning routine includes, but is not limited to, aerobic running, push-ups, squats, and sit-ups, all of which are doubled from a base of 100.

Then it was time to wash up.

Then comes the most important moment of the morning, the moment that determines your mood for the entire morning and even the whole day.

That's it! Use the ingredients you carefully prepared the day before to make today's breakfast and lunch!

A passion for cooking can keep you in a good mood all day, and a good mood can keep you motivated for the rest of the day.

A proper and delicious breakfast and lunch are essential for Emiya Shirou to have enough energy for the day.

"Huh huh huh~"

After taking a shower, Shirou Emiya, dressed in his underwear and standing by the wall, began to make something, humming a strange tune and swaying his body happily.

(From a peculiar angle outside the window, a flash of light streaks across the sunlight, and a magnanimous person with a blue, wavering heart peeks into the corner with binoculars.)

Watching quietly, Shirou Emiya sensed the gaze, looked in that direction but could only see small birds on the power lines, smiled, shook his head, and continued cooking.

(Wow, what a beautiful scene!)

"Huh huh huh~"

Emiya Shirou continued humming his song, unaware that from another angle, a flash of sunlight streaked across the sky.

(A huge, evil girl with black hair is observing the area through binoculars. Clear liquid hangs from her exposed mouth, and her breathing is noticeably heavier.)

The morning is important. After eating and tidying up, I double-checked that the guard, Shirou Miya, had opened the door and was ready to go to school.

"Yo ho!"

The cheerful girl with short blonde hair waved to him, and Shirou Emiya quickly walked towards her after closing the door, saying happily, "Why did you come to see me today?"

"Hehe, come whenever you want, why do you need so many reasons? Do you need a reason to do something like this?"