The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[You completed a pleasant ride with Artorius and got rid of Kai's surveillance.]

Tick ​​tock.

The horses' hooves rose and fell on the grassland, leaving behind a trail of footprints.

Artorius's face had turned as red as an apple at harvest time, tinged with excitement.

“Is this the limit of this horse?” he asked.

"No."

Ian tightened the reins a little, which made the horse go a little slower.

"My riding skills are not perfect. If there is a better rider to control it, I think it will perform better."

"It might be you."

"Then Mr. Ian..." Artorius looked at his and Ian's hands pressed together and opened his lips slightly.

"Can I give this horse a name?"

"Of course." Ian smiled, "I've already given it to you."

"You can do whatever you want with it."

"Then I want to call it East Starion!"

"Nice name." Ian replied with a smile, "Then Artorius, can you let go of my hand?"

"Eh? Sorry!"

Artorius then realized that Ian was not disgusted, but just didn't say anything.

He quickly withdrew his hand, but there was still some lingering look in his eyes - he really liked the feeling of two people holding hands together.

"Mr. Ian..." Artorius asked again cautiously.

"what happened?"

"Am I... the first person to ride on the same horse as you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"No, it's nothing!" Artorius waved his hands and explained quickly, "Because the feeling of riding a horse makes my heart beat faster."

"So I wonder if you have done something similar before?"

"Riding a horse with others?"

Ian thought about it for a while and then shook his head in denial.

"No, never."

This was not to please Artorius.

After all, when he was riding on the same horse with Morgan, he didn't dare to gallop like he did just now.

So in a sense, Artorius was indeed the "first" to do this.

"this!"

Artorius's eyebrows raised slightly - a true sign of happiness.

“Am I the first one?”

"Mr. Ian, I am so lucky!"

Ian asked, rubbing his hand gently on the back of Artorius' head.

"Then I don't think you are that lucky, Artorius."

"Mr. Ian, what does this mean?"

"Your hair is messy again."

"Eh?"

After Ian said this, Artorius touched his head back and realized that his hair had been freed from its binding due to the galloping of the horse just now, and had spread out like a kelp belt.

The piece of cloth that was originally used to tie the hair was also missing.

"This one……"

Artorius felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, for acting so awkwardly in front of you again."

"well enough."

Ian let go of Artorius' hair, his tone as calm as ever.

"I just want to know why you still use that piece of cloth to wrap your hair? Obviously... it's not suitable for use like this, right?"

"This one……"

Artorius lowered his head, his face slightly flushed.

"Mr. Ian, this is something you gave me after all, how can I just throw it away?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

"Actually, Artorius, you look pretty good without your hair tied up."

"is it?"

Artorius turned around, and her beautiful long golden hair swayed like waves.

"Mr. Ian, do you really think so?"

Ian nodded.

"Well, it's really beautiful."

"So Artorius—"

"You, are you really not a girl?"

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Update (2/3) 3

46. ​​Not a boy, but a girl

[Artorius heard your question.]

[He showed a surprised expression.]

You can feel that what you said has had a huge impact on him.

【You realize that you have touched upon some secrets.】

"Mr. Ian, that's not the case!"

Artorius waved her hands, and her beautiful long golden hair swayed left and right like small waves.

"How could I be a girl? You must have misunderstood something!"

"..."

Ian didn't believe Artorius at all.

Because not only did the other person not dare to look directly at him, his body was also shaking slightly.

The meaning of this behavior is obvious - it is a guilty conscience when it is completely inconsistent with the facts.

Ian decided to do something more radical.

He was not a good person to begin with, so naturally he didn't need to seek any lofty moral praise in such an environment.

The most urgent task is to clarify the situation with Artorius.

"You said I misunderstood?"

Ian's hand went to Artorius' waist.

"Artorius, do you really think so?"

"..."

【Artorius did not answer you.】

[But having had many sexual experiences with Morgan, you immediately noticed his body's slight response.]

You feel that he has not rejected you.

【You realize that maybe you can go a step further.】

"You're not going to answer me?"

Ian's hand moved up along Artorius's slender waist and finally pressed on her chest.

He still vaguely remembered the feeling he experienced under the pretext of a body search - it was indeed difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman at the time.

Is it like this now?

Ian exerted a little more strength.

Touched——

Although the growth is not much, there is indeed an arc, but it is hidden because the clothes she wears are too oppressive.

This is a completely different feel from flesh - it's the charm that only a young girl's chest can have.

Can't go wrong.

Ian was 100% sure that Artorius was a girl.

It's just that it's hidden very deeply.

She has to admit it.

"Artorius."

Ian's fingers sunk in slightly, leaving coral-like scratches on her chest.

“You don’t need to deny your identity.”

"As a girl, you are also very beautiful."

I don't know which word irritated Artorius. She had been silent just now, but now she shook her head in denial.

"No... Mr. Ian... I'm not a girl... I'm Artorius... the son of Ector."

I have to say, Artorius is really stubborn.

But this actually made Ian a little more interested - to be more precise, it made her surrender.

The more someone denies something, the more he will feel a complete fall when he finally gives up.

"No, you are not the son of Ector."

"You are a beautiful girl."

As Ian said this, he gently unbuttoned Artorius's clothes.

After finding an opening that was almost suitable, he put a hand in.

Compared to the feeling of touching through clothes, touching the chest directly like this will give you a more realistic experience.

Artorius takes good care of his skin.

It feels like smooth milk solidified on a raised hill, and if you squeeze it gently it will bounce back like gummy candy.

"This is proof that you are a girl. Now, I hold it in my hand."

"No...it's not like that..."

Artorius tried to deny it, but the sound he made was unconvincing.

"Mr. Ian...I'm not some girl."

[You feel something strange.]

[Even at this point, Artorius still refused to admit it.]