Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Chapter 187

Shirou had made a grave mistake by coming to the island of Britain without considering its cold climate. He had assumed that the island had a temperate oceanic climate with mild temperatures all year round and failed to prepare accordingly.

Even the previous year's weather had been relatively mild, which led him to ignore the sudden cold weather in the past ten days. However, this year's temperature had unexpectedly dropped, and he had failed to anticipate it due to his preoccupation with politics. Now, he was paying the price for his carelessness.

The cold weather had destroyed almost all the crops, leaving them with little to eat. Even if they managed to salvage some of the damaged crops, it would not be enough to change the grim reality they were facing.

The people were on the verge of collapse, feeling defeated by the bleak situation. However, Shirou remained calm and reassured them that the kingdom still had food and that he had a plan to solve this natural disaster.

Although the people were reassured and the kingdom appeared to be stabilized, the reality was far from it. The people could be comforted by the king because they were not aware of the specifics of the situation. However, as the king's internal affairs officials, they were not oblivious to the current crisis.

As the natural disaster loomed closer, the food supply in Camelot was dwindling rapidly. They couldn't help but shed tears as they faced an uncertain future. They felt heartbroken for the king, who was virtuous and wise but had inherited a decrepit kingdom and was now grappling with a rare hundred-year cold wave.

The king was like a bull, desperately pulling a castle tied to a rope that was about to fall off a cliff, struggling to keep it from tumbling down. The people felt helpless, trapped in the castle as they watched the king struggle alone. They were burdened with shame and heartbreak, feeling like they were nothing but a liability in this crisis.

"Who can offer aid to the king? Who can lend a hand in his time of need?" someone asked loudly, their voice full of desperation.

"Where is God? Where is our faith? We implore you, God, to help the king!" cried another.

"The king gave us hope, but who can give hope to the king now?" they lamented, their pain evident in their voices.

Morgan sighed heavily, unable to say anything further. "Arthur, my brother..." she trailed off, her words choked with emotion.

Artoria remained silent, her heart heavy with a sense of powerlessness. She realized that the knights, though they could bring victory on the battlefield, were powerless in this situation. They couldn't offer hope or relieve the burden imposed on the kingdom by the natural disaster.

No one was able to help the king, who felt as if he was holding up the collapsing sky all by himself. The weight was almost unbearable, and even though Shirou was already not resting, the situation with the natural disaster and the loss of crops meant that he could not rest even more.

Despite this, he tirelessly worked to come up with resourceful and wise solutions. One of his ideas was to have Lucan construct greenhouses for farming, which could potentially provide a reliable source of food for the kingdom.

Greenhouse farming is a modern technology that would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to replicate in ancient times. The process of greenhouse farming relies on a number of modern materials, including transparent plastic, which would not have been available in the ancient world.

Furthermore, the necessary chemicals required for the process were also not available at that time. Even if Shirou explained the concept to Morgan, it would be impossible for her to replicate without the required materials and knowledge.