Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Lord Wei, the war is about to begin tomorrow. Do you think Vortigern will agree to a duel with me?"

"Yes, as a king, especially a king who is extremely confident in taking the initiative, he will definitely not give up this opportunity to defeat you fair and square."

"Is that so..." Artoria suddenly looked at the person next to her and said something she shouldn't have: "What if I lose?"

Artoria didn't know why she said that, and she was even stunned after she said it, because she hadn't thought about it at all.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Artoria was about to shake her head in rebuttal when she saw Shirou Emiya beckoning.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a nice place."

Artoria swallowed back the words she was about to say. Misunderstandings can be cleared up at any time, but it's rare for someone to take her somewhere on their own initiative.

Okay, let's talk about the misunderstanding later.

Following behind Shirou Emiya, she suddenly realized that this direction seemed to be the direction of Lord Emiya's residence!

Could it be! ! !

Artoria unconsciously tensed up, and then she watched as Shirou Emiya stepped across the door of his residence without looking back. Artoria raised her fingers and then lowered them, and the blush on her cheeks vanished instantly.

I quickened my pace to catch up, passed the stables, bypassed the patrolling soldiers, and arrived at the uphill section a few kilometers away.

"We've come all this way, where exactly does Minister Wei want to take me?"

Artoria was puzzled, but she soon found the answer.

"We're here. This is a place I specially prepared, so don't tell anyone else."

Under the moonlight, as bright as day, lies a verdant meadow, and above it dances tiny lights—fireflies.

"Please sit down. Don't worry about any strange bugs; they've been specially cleaned up with magic."

Shirou Emiya found a place to sit down casually and patted the spot next to him, extending an invitation to Artoria.

Artoria nodded and gracefully sat down beside her. The grass was a little prickly, which made the blonde girl feel slightly uncomfortable, but it wasn't a bad feeling.

"I discovered this place by chance, and later collaborated with Merlin to make some minor modifications. Under normal circumstances, no one would be able to find this place, so it is very quiet. I come here to relax when I am troubled."

After saying that, Shirou Emiya lay down. Artoria looked at Shirou Emiya lying down suddenly, thought for a moment, and then lay down as well.

"Feel the texture beneath you and the fragrance of the grass, listen to the sounds around you—this is nature!"

Emiya Shirou's soft voice came through, and Artoria did as she was told, closing her eyes to perceive everything.

The scent of grass, the chirping of insects that has returned, the gentle breeze that caresses my face—these are all things that happen normally, but they feel completely different at this moment.

Open your eyes and you'll see fireflies passing by from time to time, and the mysterious and profound starry sky.

"You know, I'm often afraid too, afraid of whether I can do things well, afraid of making mistakes."

"But from another perspective, I'm a newcomer, someone who's just embarked on this path, so isn't it normal to make mistakes?"

"You are the same, Lia."

"No one is born a qualified king. A qualified king needs to reach a certain level in many areas, and that level takes time to grow."

"Fear is normal, worry is normal, and doubting yourself is normal, because these are normal human emotions. Having these emotions means that you haven't reached a certain level in these areas, and that you still have room for improvement. What's really scary is not being able to see your own path to improvement; that's what's truly unfortunate."

Emiya Shirou muttered to himself, but Artoria didn't sense his impatience; the deep concern in his tone was something she hadn't felt.

I know, Lord Wei, I know.

I worry because I am a normal person, but I cannot show it because I am the king ordained by the Lord.

I was born with a mission: to make Britain great again and to improve the lives of its people.

This is my destined mission as King of Britain.

Artoria gazed at the sky, lost in thought, and did not answer. She simply lay there, and the two of them lay there like that.

In the early hours of the morning, Shirou Emiya woke up first and nudged Artoria, who was still fast asleep. She didn't move an inch and her expression didn't change at all.

"..."

There's a big battle today, and we usually have a lot of training, so waking us up at this hour is really cruel.

With that thought in mind, Shirou Emiya reached out and hoisted Artoria onto his back, crossing his arms over her thighs for support, and carried her toward the camp.

On her back, Artoria's lips curled into a slight smile, a faint smile, like the smile one has when having a sweet dream.

After safely delivering the other person to his bed, Shirou Emiya did not rest but instead began checking logistical supplies and wartime plans.

As dawn broke, knights began to wake up, wash, eat, and check their equipment.

"Wow, there's meat today, and so much of it!"

Galahad was the first to arrive at the Knights Commander's private kitchen, and exclaimed in surprise upon seeing more than a dozen dishes.

Emiya Shirou happened to walk up from behind, still writing something in his hand: "After all, we have a tough battle today, so how can we not eat well? This standard will be the same everywhere today, so eat without worry. I've already made arrangements for digestion, so it won't affect the battle."

Galahad gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Minister Wei, you're reliable!"

"Hahaha! Son, you're here! Daddy's here!"

Before he arrived, his voice preceded his arrival, and Galahad's face showed an expression as if he had swallowed a fly.

Lancelot strode in from outside the door, greeting Shirou Emiya as he approached Galahad.

"Isn't this Emiya? Is he checking things or eating?"

Lancelot didn't leave, didn't do anything; he just stayed with his son.

"I'm not eating for now. There are still some supplies I haven't finished checking. You guys eat first."

Ignoring Galahad's pleading eyes, Shirou Emiya turned and left. After all, it was a family matter, and Lancelot didn't have much influence over it; it was just that 'love' was a bit heavy.

Galahad, feel the 'love' of an old father wanting to improve his relationship with his son.

On his way to the next location, Shirou Emiya encountered other people, greeted them one by one, and then continued working.

"Your Majesty, are you awake? Please wash up and eat. We have two hours before we set off."

Upon encountering Artoria outside, Shirou Emiya perfectly adopted the demeanor of a subordinate, casually reminding her that there wasn't much time for meals, so she should be careful!

"Yes, I understand. Is Minister Wei inspecting the supplies?"

Emiya Shirou nodded, said a few words politely, and left.

In the storeroom, Shirou Emiya carefully inspected the quantity and quality of the food and equipment when a familiar but rarely seen figure walked in from outside.

"Lord Emiya, here is the intelligence from this period of time."

Old York, who looks somewhat handsome after the repairs, but has aged considerably, is the first knight that Shirou Emiya pledged allegiance to in his 'dream'.

"Well, I see."

Upon reviewing the results, Shirou Emiya smiled slightly.

"Have some people already begged for mercy? After five months without seeing any hope, coupled with the harsh rejection they received from Hector, are some people hedging their bets? Some people are simply unable to bear it and are begging for mercy."

"Interesting, really interesting!"

Old York stood quietly to the side, saying nothing, simply waiting for further instructions.

"Ignore them. We can accept their pleas for mercy, but don't answer them for now. Just keep the subordinates."

"By the way, tell them that if they want a perfect evacuation, they need to provide a list of participants. I'll guarantee the safety of the person with the most names."

Old York's pupils contracted. What a ruthless scheme!

That's not enough. This kind of person is his boss, which is good enough.

"Yes, I will take care of it."

"There's another matter. Your [friend] has sent food again, this time in large quantities. Should it be sent to the usual location again, or should it be sent to another location?"

That friend was naturally the one Shirou Emiya had been chatting with on the envelope. As for the food that had been delivered, he thought for a moment and then said.

"Let's just send it to the old location. Everything will remain the same. Even in the worst-case scenario of this war, we can't afford to lose this place. Don't worry."

"Yes, then I'll take my leave."

Old York left, and Shirou Emiya carefully put away the envelope, preparing to destroy it later.

"Let's keep working, let's keep working!"

The future is always full of expectations, especially when it comes to reaping the rewards.

Volume 1: 41. The War Begins, White Dragon King Voodoo (4k)

Around eight o'clock in the morning, the normal travel group was already fully prepared to set off. Artoria, dressed in full armor, stood on the high platform, with the sword drawn from the stone and held upright in front of her.

He scanned the area and shouted, "Go! Victory is certain!!!"

"Must win!!!"

"Must win!!!"

"Must win!!!"

The group set off, with Artoria, Lancelot, Gawain, and many other knight commanders at the forefront. Their respective squads were at the rear, temporarily led by their lieutenants.

After covering a third of the distance, they stopped for a short rest, allowing ample time to resolve personal matters. Meanwhile, Palamedes, Parzival, and Gahoris led the group away, and the number of people in the group began to dwindle.

When they were two-thirds of the way through, they stopped again to rest. Tristan, Kay, Agrave, and Bedivere led the team away, reducing the number of people in the team once more.

Artoria was left with only Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, and Shirou Emiya.

Upon reaching the end of the journey, a dense, imposing crowd of people, carrying the banner of the White Dragon King Voodoo, appeared before them—they were the enemy.

With hundreds of people on one side and thousands on the other, this difference in numbers creates a huge visual impact.

"That's Vortigern?"

Emiya Shirou's gaze fell on the most conspicuous person at the front of the crowd opposite him. The imposing armor gleamed in the sunlight, and a huge broadsword was behind him. He wore a helmet, so his face could not be seen, but the aura he exuded made people's hearts beat unconsciously.

Artoria nodded solemnly: "That's right, that's Vortigern, he also has dragon blood!"

The red dragon heart in his chest was pounding faster, issuing a warning, along with a faint, intuitive feeling of the same kind.

All of this proves one thing: the opponent, Bai Long, is not just a title; his strength should not be underestimated.

"Are you sure? Then I'll go."

Emiya Shirou rode forward alone. Someone beside Vortigern looked displeased and raised his bow, but Vortigern stopped him.

"Who are you, King Arthur? I remember Arthur was a blond brat, wasn't he?"

Vortigern's voice was not loud, but it had a very strong penetrating power.

"I am the King's logistics chief. My status is not comparable to yours, so I will not embarrass myself by mentioning my name. I am here only to convey the King's thoughts. He wants to have a battle between kings with you."

"Subordinates fight with subordinates, and kings fight with kings. What do you think?"

Emiya Shirou brought his warhorse to a stop and raised his hand in a knightly salute.

Vortigern paused visibly for a moment, then a mocking laugh came from beneath his helmet: "Utterly foolish, daring to challenge me to a duel?"

"I even defeated his father, why would I be afraid of him?"

After the mockery, Vortigern's voice rang out again, casually saying, "Are you trying to provoke me? Kid, do you think I can't see through you?"

Emiya Shirou's expression remained unchanged, still displaying a polite smile: "I knew you could tell, and I never intended to hide anything."

"Well, does the master agree?"

"Heh, what's there to refuse? Kings and kings, subordinates and subordinates, you're just trying to stall me so you can deal with my men later, aren't you?"

"That makes sense, the difference in the number of subordinates is too great. From your perspective, I would try my best to handle it."

As Vottigeng dismounted and walked over, he began to speak.

Emiya Shirou dismounted with impeccable manners, but there was another reason: his warhorse dared not move.

This guy is a monster.

Emiya Shirou's intuition told him this, but he still led the way.

"Tsk, I don't like it when you walk ahead of me."

Vortigern quickened his pace, taking two steps to match Emiya Shirou.

"To be honest, I have a good feeling about you. If you want to develop your career in other places, you can consider coming here."