In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Ian's gaze sharpened.

"You have some unspeakable secrets about you, so I may have to call others over."

Ian's words were very effective in deterring people.

After he finished speaking, Atolis immediately shook his head in denial.

No, that's not true.

"Please...please begin."

After saying this, Atolis spread his hands, making a cross shape with his body, looking as if he was ready to accept whatever fate had in store for him.

Just then, several guards passed by.

Fearing exposure, Ian had no choice but to bite the bullet and search Artorius's body.

Fortunately.

He was originally a knight, so he was very familiar with this process.

Ian bent down and began to replicate the fragments of memory in his mind.

He started by searching the legs.

To Ian's surprise,

Although he was called a boy, Artorius's legs were slender and firm, and he even had a vague feeling that he had returned to the time when he first touched Morgan's legs.

However, Ian is not interested in bodies other than Morgan's.

He glanced at Artorius with a puzzled look, while the other looked away guiltily.

The hand continued to move upwards, and soon reached the vicinity of the buttocks.

The sensation was still subtly discordant—why would a boy possess such a feminine, sculpted figure hidden beneath his clothes?

Say your name again.

"Artorius."

Ian memorized the obviously male name, and his hand moved toward his waist.

Soon, the perfect feel of the waist replaced the firmness of the buttocks.

The caresses on both sides were enough for Ian to imagine what kind of figure was underneath the clothes.

—A curve that tapers inward, wide at both ends and narrow in the middle.

Ian's suspicions had reached their peak.

His hand moved upwards little by little, eventually reaching the area where his chest was.

If my suspicions are correct.

Then there will be female characteristics that are absolutely impossible to hide.

At that point, killing Atolis in front of him wouldn't be difficult—after all, with this transgender disguise, any reason he came up with to kill him wouldn't be unreasonable.

however--

Ian's hand, which touched the ground, immediately felt an extreme desolation.

If one were to describe this desolation, perhaps the best choice would be a plain where warhorses gallop.

No matter how hard we try, all we can do is lament its barrenness.

This seems like something that only men would experience.

Ian realized he had misjudged the situation.

"Excuse me... is this alright?"

Artorius's face turned bright red from Ian's body search, making even an apple seem less vibrant in comparison.

"Feel sorry."

Ian immediately withdrew his hand and apologized.

“It’s alright.” Artorius forced a smile. “You did this out of caution.”

"So, may I go in now?"

"..."

Ian was still worried that the other person might have seen something they shouldn't have.

If it weren't for the other guards who appeared from time to time, he would have already drawn his sword at Atolis.

You are seriously considering what you should do.

You got the answer quickly.

Since we can't do it here, let's find another place.

You offered Artoria your suggestion that you help her get into the city.

The other person was surprised, but still very touched, and accepted your help.

And so, you took the wooden cart laden with apples from Atolis's hands, and you headed towards the capital.

[In the eyes of the guards, you've gained another reputation for being helpful.]

But only you know that these apples will lie buried underground with Artorius.

"You are such a good person."

Artorius clasped his hands together and said this to Ian beside him.

"By the way, could you tell me your name? I'd like to know what kind of name someone like you would have."

"..."

"Ian."

“Ian,” Artorius nodded thoughtfully, “Judging from their appearance, you are a knight, aren’t you?”

"Correct."

“In that case—!” Artorius’s voice rose a few decibels.

"Goo-"

Artorius touched his stomach somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten anything since this morning."

"Then I'll treat you to dinner."

"Huh?" Artorias blinked his deep green eyes, as dark as a sea of ​​trees. "Is this okay?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded and said with a smile.

"After all, there won't be another chance like this in the future."

25. Eating is not always due to hunger.

You brought Artoris into the tavern.

He cautiously asked a question.

"How much can I eat?"

This is the first time you've heard this question, but out of politeness, you answer that you can eat as much as you want.

[And so you witnessed Artoria meticulously devouring the food that had been served.]

That was a miracle, almost like magic.

"Can I have another round?"

Artorius, holding an empty plate, asked with a serious expression.

"Yes, yes."

As he said this, Ian glanced at the mountain of plates piled on the table next to him.

"But can you really still eat?"

"This round... should still be fine!"

"But you said the same thing when you ate a plate of it."

"Eh, really?"

Artorius's eyes suddenly turned beady, and he looked quite embarrassed.

"Never mind." Ian took Artorius's empty plate and put it aside.

"A person should not break their word; if you say you can eat whatever you want, then you can eat whatever you want."

A look of gratitude appeared in Atolis's eyes.

"Thank you so much!"

"Once I've dealt with the apples, I'll definitely pay back all the gold coins I spent!"

"It's not necessary."

“No! It’s necessary.” Artorius shook his head. “As you just said, one cannot break one’s word!”

[Atoris's determination touched you somewhat.]

But this doesn't seem to reduce her appetite.

It's hard to imagine how such a petite body can eat so much.

You even begin to doubt whether Artorias's weight can keep up with the amount of food he eats.

Despite your doubts, you haven't forgotten your intention to kill Artoria.

You will not allow anyone to disrupt the beautiful status quo that belongs to Morgan.

[But before that, you feel you need to ask more clearly.]