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

Ian gave a fake smile.

"Okay, I understand. I'll give it a try if I have the chance."

Upon hearing this, Artoria's deep green eyes suddenly sparkled with starlight.

There was a hint of the cunning that comes with age in her eyes—though Ian could see it at a glance.

"Mr. Ian!"

Artoria patted the bed next to her—which was actually Morgan's bed.

"Could you sit here?"

"..."

Ian didn't say much and simply sat down as she asked.

But as soon as he sat down, Artoria's hand came over.

It has a similar feel to Morgan, but is a bit softer.

"Mr. Ian, do you remember the promise you made?"

"You said... you wanted me to know how to be a girl."

Looking at the hand resting on the back of his hand, Ian hesitated for a moment before answering:

"Yes, of course I remember."

"That--"

"Mr. Ian, I have some ideas. Would you be willing to try them out with me?"

As soon as Ian nodded, Artoria immediately sat up straight.

Her soft lips, tinged with a hint of shyness, pressed against the lips of the man who was much older than her.

But she didn't back down because of this; on the contrary, she became even more proactive than before.

She took the hand she had just clenched and moved it step by step toward the top of her white dress.

That was the part she had to be careful to hide all the time.

I ran into him—

The slowly closing fingers were proof of the girl's success.

Artoria was overwhelmed with unprecedented happiness.

but--

This happiness did not last long.

Because Ian quickly removed his hand, thus ending their kiss.

He stared at her silently for a long time before finally uttering a single sentence:

"Artoria, are you imitating Morgan?"

"Huh? What?!"

Seen through.

Moreover, they saw right through it without reservation.

Artoria was indeed imitating Morgan's movements.

She didn't know how to become the girl in Ian's heart.

Then let's choose to imitate.

Now that he had witnessed Ian's ecstasy with Morgan, he knew that...

If you just follow along, there will always be a good result, right?

"Mr. Ian, let me explain!"

Feeling exposed, Artoria frantically tried to explain everything to Ian.

But he ruffled Artoria's hair and replied:

"No need to explain."

"Artoria, I know what you're thinking."

"But I think you should also understand that blindly imitating is meaningless. Like swordsmanship, you must take that step and gain some understanding on your own before you can be said to have truly mastered it."

"But--"

Artoria lowered her head.

"I don't know what I need to do to have any insights."

"It's ok."

Ian stood up.

"You'll find out soon enough."

You walked towards the place where the wine was kept.

You picked up an elegant glass and filled it with fine wine.

The purple liquid swayed in the glass, creating ripples, and its fragrance filled the air, as if the entire room had been immersed in a sea of ​​flowers.

You took the glass of wine and returned to Artoria's side.

In front of the girl, Ian took a sip of wine.

He shrugged, then spoke to Artoria:

"Would you like to try some?"

"This wine is made from the finest Camelot grapes."

"it is good."

After Artoria finished answering, she took the wine glass from Ian's hand.

She slowly swirled the glass, making sure the part Ian had just drunk from was facing her.

Gulu gulu——

A tremor ran through my throat.

Artoria took a big gulp of wine.

This was the first time she had ever let herself go like this.

After all, her adoptive father, Hector, did not allow her to do this back in the village.

Although wine is delicious, it is also a poison that can lull knights into complacency.

but--

Artoria looked at the man in front of her.

It doesn't matter if it's in front of him, right?

"How's the wine?" Ian's voice rang out.

"Very good!"

Artoria answered without hesitation.

"It's such a pleasure to be able to taste such fine wine from Mr. Ian!"

"That's good."

Ian touched Artoria's cheek, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He knew he was doing something quite despicable.

But now that things have come to this, there's no turning back.

"Artoria, do you know you look adorable right now?"

"Have it?"

The girl blushed upon receiving such praise, it was impossible to tell whether it was due to the alcohol or her overwhelming emotions.

"some."

Ian placed the wine glass on the round table by the bedside, turned around, and with a little effort, easily pushed Artoria down onto the bed.

He stood above her, speaking in a tone that left no room for argument:

"Artoria, if it's just that promise, it's not as complicated as you think."

"It's a good start as long as you realize that you don't need to be tough on everything."

"Just like now, in my eyes you are a complete and utter girl."

"Is that so?"

Artoria's eyes were already somewhat glazed over.

“Mr. Ian… I think I’m starting to understand what to do.”

"Ah That's good."

“And—” Ian’s eyes held a hint of impure motive.

"Artoria, after you inherit the throne, you will surely be able to taste even better wine."

"So there's no need to be alarmed."

“But, Mr. Ian.”

Artoria looked up at him.

"For me, the wine you've tasted is the most delicious wine."

“No.” Ian shook his head. “Artoria, you can’t think like that.”

"There are so many things I have never encountered, and you must shoulder the responsibilities you need to face and deal with the enemies that this country has to confront."

"Mr. Ian, do you mean you want me to fight for you?"