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

The knights looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"He didn't tell us where he went, he just told us to wait here for him to come back."

"Did he say anything else?"

"No, that's all," the knight replied truthfully.

"it is good."

Ian did not ask any further questions.

He knew that the group of wounded knights wouldn't know much.

However, even without any useful information, Ian could roughly deduce what Atolis was doing.

Given his personality, he's most likely looking for a way to help these knights.

Your idea was quickly proven correct.

With a greeting of "Thank you for waiting, everyone," Atolis appeared before you carrying a bucket and accompanied by an elderly man.

Clearly, the bucket contained food, and the older man was the one she had hired to treat the knights' wounds.

You smiled and waved to him.

He froze, and the bucket he was holding fell vertically from his grasp.

Ian reacted quickly.

The moment the bucket left Atolis's hand, he immediately took action.

Before it even hit the ground, Ian had already caught it safely in his hand.

"So fast!"

The knights looked on in utter astonishment.

They became increasingly convinced that the defeat in the war was largely due to Ian's absence.

"Give."

Ian handed over what he was holding.

"Artorius, focus when you're doing something."

"Eh...oh."

Artorius nodded repeatedly, took the bucket from Ian, and then seemed to suddenly realize something.

She first addressed the person who had come with her:

"I'll leave the task of treating the knights' wounds to you."

Then he turned back to look at Ian.

"Mr. Ian, please wait a moment!"

After saying that, Atolis put down the bucket in his hand and ran outside in a flash.

You don't understand why Artoria suddenly ran away again.

But you didn't think much of it.

Just as you suspected, the person Atolis summoned came to heal the knight's wounds.

You watched all of this silently from the sidelines, without saying a word.

[Until that familiar voice rings in your ears once more.]

“Mr. Ian,” Artorius’s gentle voice rang in her ears.

Ian turned around and immediately understood what he had been doing.

Atolis's face was noticeably wet, and tiny water droplets clung to the ends of his hair.

Her beautiful long golden hair was tied back, and the cloth she was wrapped in was the same piece of cloth that had been torn off last time.

The clothes, which were originally a bit messy, were neatly arranged, and the wrinkles from the work were completely invisible.

This situation couldn't be easier to judge—Atolis deliberately washed his face and dressed himself up a little.

However, it wasn't the first time Ian had seen him do this, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

of course.

He also didn't forget what Morgan had told him—to kill Artorius.

However, if they were to make a move in a place like this, they would probably have to slaughter the entire village.

Whether it can be done or not is another matter.

It's hard to say what might happen if more knights continue their escape to this area.

We need to slow down for now.

“Long time no see, Artorius,” Ian replied with a smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ian!"

Artorias's face flushed slightly, and he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, making him look somewhat like a young girl.

"I never expected to see you here."

"By the way, aren't you supposed to be very busy? How come you..."

"I came out to take care of some business."

Ian casually explained the past—of course, he couldn't tell Artorius about the matter Morgan had entrusted to him.

"I see." Atolis did not ask any further questions.

"Speaking of which-"

Ian looked at the knight receiving treatment beside him.

"Artorius, did you bring all these knights back to this village?"

Artorius nodded.

"Yes."

“They are all knights of Britain, protecting us, and it is only right that we provide them with healing when they are injured.”

“But, Artorius.”

Ian glanced at the knights present.

"Won't the sudden influx of so many knights be an unbearable burden for this entire village?"

"You... just like before, overstepped your capabilities and did what you thought was right?"

"Exceeding the limits of ability?"

“No.” Artorius smiled slightly and shook his head.

“Mr. Ian, this time, I did not exceed my capabilities.”

“I do believe these people deserve our help, but not beyond what the village can handle.”

"The appearance of these knights will not affect the normal life of the village. I have already confirmed this with my brother and father."

"Also, there's something else I'd like to tell you."

Atolis looked at the man who was rescuing the knights.

"This doctor is the one I found in the village."

"Before this, I had thought that if I couldn't find such a person in the village, I would give up the search."

"But in the end, after searching the whole village, I finally found him."

"What you said that day was right. None of us are obligated to do things beyond our capabilities."

But at least—

Artorius's expression became very serious.

"Before I completely give up, I hope I can try all the possibilities within the scope of what I can do."

"..."

You remained silent for quite some time.

This made Atolis somewhat flustered.

"Mr. Ian, am I being a bit stubborn by doing this?" the handsome young man asked.

"I wouldn't say it's stubbornness."

Ian turned to look at Artorius.

"But I think if we think like you, it would probably take a lot of effort to get things done."

Do you think it's worth it?

“It’s worth it,” Artorius nodded. “At least I think it is.”

"is it?"

Ian felt his heart being touched once again by this handsome young man.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted Atolis's head.

"Well then, I hope you get what you want."

"Um……"

Artorius lowered his head, looking slightly shy.

Just then, a figure appeared not far away.

"Artoria!"

"Eh? Brother?" Artorias looked up, his eyes filled with panic. "Why are you back?"

“That’s not important.” The man addressed as the elder brother glanced at Ian.

"You come out here right now!"