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

Wang Xuan seems to have reached a standstill.

But you dared not let your guard down, and continued to monitor everything day and night.

Until this day, a familiar figure appeared in the city.

That's Artoria.

59. I want to tell you

Atolis appeared once again on the streets of Camelot.

Dressed in thick clothes, she held the reins of East Starien's horse, and her delicate features added to her gentle beauty.

千:寻.,免.费""小;说:?裙"2?5!'5;5"9'5!?3?0"0', "千?寻;,小;"说:中.转'裙:5;;5',4,.7?0;7:!5?;5,5她正一脸好奇地看着周围的一切——那是只有已经很久都没进城的人才能够露出来的表情。

Ian sensed that something was wrong.

Why would Artorius enter the city at a time like this?

Sensing something amiss, you instinctively want to avoid Artoria.

But it all seemed preordained.

Artoria asked passersby for information.

All the coincidences converge into inevitability in an instant.

The crowd on the street moved in a complex, haphazard way, yet somehow managed to create a path between you and Artorius.

"Lord Ian?"

"Isn't that the one in front of me?"

"It really seems to be true!"

After thanking you, Artorias hurried towards you.

"Mr. Ian!"

A familiar voice sounded behind Ian.

At such close range, there's absolutely no way to pretend you didn't hear it.

Ian turned around and saw an excited young girl's face.

"It really is you, Mr. Ian!"

"..."

As excited Atolis was, Ian felt the situation was just as difficult.

I have focused all my attention on the matter of Wang Xuan, and I really don't have the extra energy to deal with anything else.

but--

A certain degree of feigned virtue is still necessary.

“Oh… it’s been a long time, Artorius.”

Ian glanced at the crowd around him and smiled slightly:

"Let's talk somewhere else."

[Have someone park East Starion in the best stable for her.]

You brought her to the largest tavern in town.

All eyes were on you and Atolis until you slightly drew your sword from its sheath, at which point they looked away.

You want to get rid of Artorius as soon as possible.

"Eat whatever you like, don't be shy with me."

Ian looked at Artoria with a fake smile; no one would have guessed that he had wanted to kill her countless times.

"Um……"

Having learned from his previous "lesson," Atolis was much more restrained this time. He not only refrained from his previous gluttonous rampage, but also toned down his actions considerably.

"By the way, Artorius, what brings you into the city this time?" Ian asked.

"Is it selling apples again?"

"No, no, no!" Artorius waved his hands repeatedly, "The course in this area is over, I don't need to sell apples anymore!"

"and--"

Artorius took a small bag from his waist and placed it on the table.

Inside, there were golden ears of wheat.

“Mr. Ian, I’ve seen many wheat fields along the way. Did you send people to plant these?”

"……Roughly the same."

"I knew it!" Artorius exclaimed happily. "I knew Mr. Ian would be listening to me!"

"..."

Although Ian knew that Artorius didn't mean it that way, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He changed the subject.

"By the way, where's Kai?"

"He probably hasn't been to the city much, has he? Why not take this opportunity to come?"

Upon hearing this question, Artorius turned his head slightly and muttered to himself:

"I did it on purpose."

"Because although my brother is indeed a very good person... he's very noisy."

A very real reason.

So much so that Ian didn't know how to refute it.

"That--"

"Artorius, what exactly brought you to the city this time...?"

Getting to the point, Artorius became slightly more excited than before.

"Mr. Ian, you must know the legend of the Red Dragon, right?!"

"..."

A flicker of displeasure crossed Ian's face, but he quickly composed himself.

"Oh, I've heard that if you pull out the sword blade stuck in the stone, you can become the new king of Britain."

“That’s right!” Artorius nodded seriously.

"So I want to give it a try!"

"Artorius, do you mean you want to become the new king of Britain?"

“That’s not quite right…” Artorius’s fingers rubbed together nervously.

“Mr. Ian, you gave me the East Starion and the sword, which enabled me to become a knight.”

"Since you're a knight, you should try things like this, right?"

“But Artorius, to this day, no one has been able to pull that blade out of the rock.”

“It’s alright!” Artorias replied with a smile. “They are them, and I am me!”

"As a knight, how can you back down before even trying?"

You know Artoria is a man of his word.

You know all too well how difficult it is to draw a sword—you've tried it yourself in the dead of night when no one was around.

Logically speaking, a girl like Atolis shouldn't be able to draw her sword at all.

But you always feel that this common sense will be overturned.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened to you.

"Mr. Ian."

Artorius's voice called Ian back.

"Sorry, I was spacing out. What's wrong?"

"that is--"

Artorius looked somewhat nervous.

After a moment's hesitation, as if gathering her courage, she spoke to Ian:

"You don't seem to like seeing me do this."

"..."

“That’s not true.” Ian smiled slightly. “As a knight, it’s certainly good that you’re willing to try something like this.”

How could I possibly not want to see you do this?

You lied.

But Artorias didn't seem to notice.

She seems to have taken all of this as encouragement from you.

She adjusted her posture slightly and tidied her hair.

She looked at you, and her eyes, as clear as a sea of ​​trees, held a newfound courage.

“Mr. Ian, there’s something else I want to tell you.”

"what's up?"

"I like you."

Artorias blushed, but spoke those words with unwavering determination.