Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Well, that's about all I know. But as a modern person, Shirou Emiya has a lot of experience and insight, and after scanning around, he came to a new conclusion.

"Being King Arthur won't be easy; there will definitely be a lot of trouble ahead."

In Shirou Emiya's mind, the normal occurrence of a new king in a country is either entering the palace or the reigning emperor leading his people to kneel in worship.

But look at the present. Before, the town was packed with knights, and it was definitely crowded. But now? There are only a dozen or so decent-looking ones, and behind them is a bunch of knights in old-fashioned armor who haven't come yet. This is supposed to be the king of the country, and he comes out looking like this?

It's not that Shirou Emiya is saying this, but even going to school in the modern era would be better than this!

"Hey, it seems like they want to join over there too."

Artoria listened to the names of the knights one by one, with Hector and Kai accompanying her. Merlin didn't get too close for some reason, but that gave Shirou Emiya the opportunity to lean in and ask in a low voice.

Merlin's eyes darted around, a slight smile playing on his lips as he slapped Shirou Emiya on the back, deliberately shouting loudly, "You're the logistics manager personally approved by the King! Just tell Ria what's going on. Besides, with everything in disarray right now, the more people the better."

Merlin's loud speech naturally attracted everyone's attention, and Artoria and everyone else looked at Shirou Emiya, the logistics manager he personally approved.

Upon seeing this, Shirou Emiya first rolled his eyes at Merlin, that unlucky guy, then took a step forward and stood in front of Artoria, pointing to a spot a little distance away where many heads were peeking out.

“My lord, I see a longing to join in the eyes of those knights.”

"No!"

As soon as Shirou Emiya finished speaking, one of the dozen or so elegantly dressed knights spoke up.

Volume 1: 7. Not Everyone is a Knight

"My lord! Those cannot be called knights! They are nothing but commoners!"

The knight then spoke, but what he said made Shirou Emiya narrow his eyes: "Commoner?" It had been so long since he'd heard that name.

Observing the reactions of the others, Artoria frowned as if she was a little angry, but the others... Hector, Kai, and Merlin did not show much change in expression, as did the other dozen or so knights.

“The historical timeline of the ancient West is rather annoying.” Shirou Emiya pondered whether to speak. As someone from a different era participating in the “New Dream” for the first time, being impulsive was not a good thing.

“What this knight said is true, but it is also somewhat wrong. Below the nobility, there are only commoners, who are all citizens of Britain. There is no such thing as a lowly commoner.”

Just as the atmosphere was starting to turn strange, Merlin stepped forward again.

Upon hearing this, Artoria gripped her sword hilt tightly and said sternly, "I became queen so that my people could live happy lives, not so that the term 'commoner' would appear!"

"This was my oversight; I didn't notice that other knights wanted to join. I won't make this mistake again next time."

"Please give me some time before I do that."

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Artoria lowered her noble head, turned to look in the direction Shirou Emiya had pointed, touched the ground with her scabbard, pressed her palms together, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"I am Arthur Pendragon! Here I am today! I will accept the loyalty of all knights!"

His voice echoed throughout the town, carrying the king's magnanimity to the ears of others.

"What! No, Your Highness! We should...we should..." Someone tried to dissuade them, but couldn't find a reason.

They had discovered that the king was serious, with unwavering eyes and an unyielding will; the king's heart was terrifyingly broad.

Meanwhile, those hiding behind the houses, wearing tattered armor or even no armor at all, looked at each other in disbelief, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"It seems I wasn't the only one who heard it, so... Old York, shall we go out?"

One person spoke, and everyone looked at the only old man with slightly decent armor, asking in a somewhat hesitant tone.

The old man, known as Old York, did not answer directly. Instead, he looked in the direction of the king, his somewhat cloudy gaze piercing through the air and landing on the most magnificent person.

“That must be the great king, with such an astonishing aura. He will surely lead us to a bright future… But the one now seems to be just a child… But that one—” The old man’s voice was low and only he could hear it. He turned his head slightly and his gaze fell on the conspicuous red.

He had just seen it; among those people, only the guy in red noticed this place, and he was the first to come to the king and point in this direction.

"How reassuring... This is the warmth and sense of security that wells up from my heart just by looking at him. Who exactly is this young master?"

His calloused hand rose and rested on his heart; even through the armor, one could feel the throbbing in his heart.

“Yes, that king is worth following.” Old York spoke slowly, taking the first step firmly.

Those around him showed a mixture of joy and hesitation, but ultimately chose to follow.

Since they chose to come here, it means they had no other choice.

"Gul York, it is a great honor to meet Your Majesty today. Please accept our heartfelt blessings!"

"Standard aristocratic etiquette, followed by standard knightly salute," old York said, bowing slightly.

His eyes were cloudy, and his face and beard were pale, but his voice was full of strength, as if he were over forty years old.

The shock was slightly surprising to Artoria, but she quickly recovered. Before her, with several hundred people kneeling in front of her, the king spoke:

Why are you gathered at such a distance?

Old York did not look up when questioned, but calmly replied, "We are waiting, waiting for the King's Day to end before we find an opportunity to disturb you."

"Waiting?...Waiting for what..." Artoria was puzzled at first, but then she realized what was going on when she noticed the dozen or so knights with vastly different equipment.

The answer lies in the riddle itself, and as someone who has received education from nobles and royalty, as well as Merlin's teachings for over a decade, Artoria can understand it.

Having little experience doesn't mean you don't know anything.

“Your Majesty, we are all landless people who have come here seeking a chance to live.”

Old York then spoke, explaining their identities and the reasons for their presence.

In this country and era, having no land meant having no stable source of food, and it also meant that these people were considered "untouchables."

Even in Sir Hector's household, everyone had to do housework together; one can only imagine how difficult life must have been for ordinary people who had no land.

“Okay, I…” With the sword in the stone standing in front of her, Artoria agreed to prepare to get down.

"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty!"

Hector stepped forward and said respectfully, "We understand Your Majesty's thoughts. Everyone admires your magnanimity. However, these trivial matters can be left to us, your humble servants!"

In Western times, the status of a knight was special; he could be a nobleman or a commoner.

But one thing will never change: the subordinate status of others. Nobles belong to the king, and knights below the nobles belong to the nobles.

If Artoria were to speak directly here, it would be as if the king himself had spoken, and these people could even be considered the king's personal guards.

If it were an elite knight like Hector, he wouldn't have stopped them. But look at these people—hundreds of them couldn't even put together a new set of armor. How could such people be allowed to join as the king himself, especially at the very beginning?

"As a knight, I guarantee that I will make sure they are taken care of."

Seeing Artoria's hesitant expression, Hector once again swore his oath.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Seeing Hector assert his status as a knight, Artoria didn't say anything more, but nodded in agreement.

“That’s perfect. These knights are yours to take care of.” Merlin stepped forward and pointed to the dozen or so elite knights. “The king needs to go first. Hector, you need to consolidate your forces and resources as soon as possible. Your help will be needed then.”

As Merlin spoke, everyone's eyes flickered.

Go ahead! The king will definitely need someone to follow him, this is the perfect opportunity!

Disappointingly, even after the group parted ways, Merlin did not invite or request any of the knights to accompany him.

They arrived as a five-person team, but split into a four-person team. The difference was that Hector stayed behind for the sake of the bigger picture.

People watched the king leave, and they also watched that conspicuous red figure.

"Who is Sir Hector, that red-haired gentleman?" asked the one-armed knight in the crowd.

"You mean Lord Emiya Shirou? He was brought by Merlin. He's a very good cook, so the chef accompanied him."

Hector said casually.

chef?

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener; the knights around him had their eyelids drooping, seemingly lost in thought.

Volume 1: 8. I can tell whether mushrooms are edible just by tasting them.

Some time has passed since they left their original town, and the group of four is one step closer to their destination, the northern border. Nothing much has happened along the way, and the group is not too downcast. On the contrary, Artoria, who is traveling far from home for the first time, is quite happy.

"There's a new town ahead, let's go there and replenish some supplies."

Looking at the large bag that had just been replenished two days ago but was now empty, Shirou Emiya, the accompanying logistics manager (chef), made a suggestion.

"Is it time to replenish supplies again? It seems to be happening a bit too frequently?"

Artoria's words drew everyone's attention. "What do you think is the reason?" everyone thought to themselves.

"Go if you want to go~ Maybe something fun will happen~"

Merlin withdrew his gaze from the town, glanced over Shirou Emiya, and spoke with a smile.

As expected, the Flower Magician spoke, and the group headed towards the town. As they approached the entrance, they saw several old men sitting at the village entrance, sighing and lamenting.

Artoria couldn't ignore this situation, so she took the lead and went over.

The mission has been triggered, and Shirou Emiya feels a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Oh no, what are we going to do..."

"Hello, what happened? I see you all sighing and complaining."

Amidst the gaze of the elderly men, a simply dressed blond boy suddenly approached and spoke directly as if they were old acquaintances.

Normally, they would simply ignore a stranger who suddenly appears, but this time was different. Looking at this person, a voice inside them said, "I can believe... this is a good person!"

He blurted out the reason without thinking, "It's like this, recently a monster has appeared around here. It's huge and agile, and it has attacked livestock many times."

"Alas, the higher-ups have sent knights to help many times, but they have either come up empty-handed or been defeated and forced to flee."

"Warcraft?" Artoria repeated, without much surprise on her face.

Although this world is said to be the end of the Age of Gods, it is only at the end, and the mystique is still in the process of fading away.

Britain happens to be the last place where mystery disappeared, so many strange things gather there, including legendary beings like monsters.

"Leave it to us! I'll take care of it!"

The nation is facing a calamity that is affecting the lives of its people; now is the time for the King to appear! Artoria accepted the task and turned to lead the others into the forest. The Red Dragon Heart told her that there was the scent of monsters in this direction!

"Hey! That's a magical beast! At least we know something about it..."

The old man tried to stop them but failed, so he could only reluctantly lower his raised arm.

"Does the village chief know these people? Could this ruin things?"

Someone spoke.

"No, it won't affect us no matter what the outcome is."

The old man narrowed his eyes, a strangely cunning look appearing on his face.

"We charge for dealing with the monsters; after all, hiring a knight isn't cheap."

"We'll charge you even if we don't get rid of it, after all, it's not free to invite the knight here."

"If we succeed, we gain a good reputation and money; if we don't succeed, we still get money. Either way, we don't lose out."

As the old man spoke, the people around him smiled in approval.

Yes, neither is bad, and that's enough.

The conversation at the village entrance went unnoticed by those who left.

In the forest, at the front was Artoria, dressed in silver and blue armor, followed by Kai, and finally Merlin and the chef Shirou Emiya.

Of course, this wasn't a sudden change of clothes, but rather a magic trick Merlin performed to prevent some trouble, which could alter how the clothes appeared to others.

"Emiya Shirou-sama, do you think this approach is right or wrong?"

Looking at the excited boy, Merlin suddenly beckoned to Shirou Emiya.

"What do you mean?"

Shirou Emiya, standing nearby, casually responded, his eyes darting around without lingering on the Flower Magician for a moment.

"Logically speaking, if a monster appears in a place, someone will definitely deal with it, or the local nobles will have a plan."

"We don't even know the types of monsters, and there are no knights handling this right now. If we rashly get involved, won't there be other problems?"

The speaker meant something, and the listener took it to heart. Artoria, who was at the front, stopped and turned to look behind her.

"There's something good here!"