The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[You took her hand and walked into the lake.]

Even though Artorius did what he asked, Ian did not acknowledge her statement.

Because although that body is not very seductive, it is impossible to deny the unique beauty of a girl.

He knew that he had to make Artorius admit this - it would also mean that the magic around her was not unbreakable.

After arriving in the lake, Ian became more radical.

His hands kept kneading Artorius's slightly grown breasts.

The lower part of his body pressed against the girl's sensitive area.

of course.

Ian didn't go straight in, but just rubbed it gently on the outside - otherwise it would mean a complete betrayal of Morgan.

But this was enough to make Artorius continue to make delicate cries.

Ian felt the time had come.

"Artorius, you should understand, right?"

"No matter how much you deny it, you can't reverse your body's instincts."

"But Mr. Ian..." Artorius' chest rose and fell as he gasped for air, "although I did show many instincts that could not be hidden."

"But that doesn't mean I'm not as persistent as you."

"I--"

Artorius turned his head slightly, with a resolute look on his flushed cheeks.

“There are things that have to be done.”

“I absolutely do not admit that I am a girl.”

"So Mr. Ian—"

"Even if it's like this, it won't change my mind!"

【Artorius took the initiative to sit down.】

【Only after you pushed deep inside her and she tilted her head back and gasped softly did you understand what was happening.】

【Your proof failed. 】

But you also realized one thing.

【During this time apart, Artorius's cognition has undergone a huge change.】

[She neither denies her femininity, but at the same time pursues masculine fortitude.]

[And all of this is inseparable from the magician who uses the flower petals. 】

[This is extremely important information.]

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Update (1/3) 14

48. If you can pretend it never happened

"Can you still walk?"

"Yes, it's okay."

No matter how tough your words are, they can't keep your weak legs going.

Just after showing off in front of Ian, Artorius almost fell down.

Fortunately, Ian was quick to catch her.

"Oh, Artorius, is this what you call capable? An eighty-year-old man could probably stand more steadily than you."

"..."

Artorius bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, I can't walk any more."

"I know."

Ian's mind had not forgotten the sight of Artorius struggling up and down.

The long golden hair was flowing like waves.

"It would have been better if you had said it earlier."

【You picked up Artorius.】

[You hold her in your arms and walk towards the horses.]

【You and she mounted the horse together.】

To be honest, Ian now feels a strong sense of frustration.

He wanted to kill Artorius, who was so fragile, but he was unable to do so because of the overly powerful magic.

He had no interest in her barren body, but he still left something in her unremitting efforts.

He thought he could be ruthless to the opposite sex other than Morgan.

But now it seems that it is not the case.

It will be difficult to explain it to Morgan when I get back.

"Mr. Ian?"

"what happened?"

"Nothing." Artorius, who was sitting in the front, lowered his head and looked a little nervous.

"Since you haven't spoken for so long...I thought you were angry."

"Angry? Why should I be angry?"

"I... finally couldn't accept what you said, Mr. Ian." Artorius' voice was still low.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't be the person you wanted to see."

"Whom I wish to see?"

Ian smiled bitterly.

He had no interest in making her someone he wished to see;

If I have to say, the dead might be one of them.

of course.

This kind of words should never be said.

Having confirmed that he could not crack that magic, Ian knew that he could only continue to be hypocritical towards Artorius.

"Artorius, you are wrong to think this way."

"What kind of person you should be is not decided by me, but by you."

"You have the right to go north, and you have the freedom to go south - all of this is allowed on British soil."

"So--"

Artorius tilted his head back.

"Mr. Ian, do I have the right to ask you to take me around again?"

"I don't want to go back to the village yet."

be cheated.

This guy is still a bit scheming.

"Where do you want to go?" Ian asked.

"It's all right." Artorius touched Ian's hand, and this time she was obviously bolder.

"Mr. Ian, it's OK as long as you are here."

[You did not respond to Artorius's words and pulled your hand away.]

[But you did turn around as she asked.]

[The sound of horse hooves fades, and you gradually move away from the village.]

[If Kai were here, he would probably be pissed off by Artorius's initiative. ]

[You stopped on a hill, where you can overlook a large area around you.]

【The wind blowing in your face makes you feel a little more comfortable. 】

"Mr. Ian." Artorius looked at the land in front of him, and his beautiful green eyes glowed even brighter.

"Britain is such a beautiful land."

"Is that why so many knights are willing to sacrifice their lives to protect it?"

Ian nodded.

"Artorius, you are right."

"Mr. Ian, is the fighting on the front very bad?" Artorius looked towards the direction of the village.

"So many knights have escaped. Is the enemy stronger than expected?"

"..."

Ian really doesn't know how to answer this question.

After all, he had really fought with Vortigern before - the other party not only guessed all of his intentions, but also counterattacked swiftly and fiercely.

But you can't say discouraging words, right?

"Artorius, although the enemy is indeed very powerful, I believe we will win in the end."

"is it?"

Artorius smiled, and with her hair loose, she looked beautiful enough for her age.

"Mr. Ian, I feel relieved if you say so."

"Really? That's good."

"By the way, Mr. Ian, I have a question."

"Well, you ask."

"that is--"

Artorius bowed his head.

"Does my behavior just now disgust you?"

"Hate?"

"Yes." Artorius nodded. "Isn't it a bit presumptuous of me to do this?"

"Without permission—"

Artorius held up a finger and bent it slightly.

"Just sit on it."

"What do you think, Artorius?" Ian asked back.

"I don't know." Artorius shook his head. "That's exactly why I want to ask Mr. Ian how you feel!"

"Artolis, you are too direct."

“But this is the most effective way of communication, isn’t it?”

"But sometimes we need to be more tactful."

Ian sighed.

He really wanted to know why Artorius became like this - even if he wanted to kill her now.