Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

[Faced with this situation, you find it difficult to make a choice.]

[But your body has already been driven by some kind of instinct, and you start to act directly.]

[When you react, you have already rushed out and grabbed Artorius's hand.]

Ian didn't know why his body made this choice.

He only knew that he was holding Artorius's hand tightly.

This delicate youth was hanging on the edge of the city wall. Like a fallen leaf blown here.

Why did he do this?

Ian couldn't understand at all.

In the past, he always thought about problems from the perspective of maximizing Morgan's interests, and never doubted anything.

But this time, he chose a path that seemed shouldn't be chosen.

Why is this?

"Mr. Ian..."

Artorius's voice pulled Ian back from his thoughts.

He subconsciously looked at the other person and suddenly understood everything.

Just because of the change just now, the strap that wrapped Artorius's hair had been scattered, and after a few arcs in the air, it fell below.

The golden, soft, long hair spread out in the wind, like a willow swaying with poetry.

In a trance, Ian saw Morgan's appearance.

He finally understood why he had an indescribable feeling for Artorius—it was the thought that only resonated when he saw Morgan.

The two's appearances seem to have some similarities.

Ian felt that his arms were much stronger.

"I'll save you now."

[Although Artorius has a large appetite, his petite body is not heavy because of this.]

[You grabbed the part of the city wall that had not collapsed and pulled Artorius up.]

[He was relieved and gasped for breath, clutching his chest.]

[But suddenly, he seemed to remember something again and moved closer to the collapsed edge of the city wall again.]

[You grabbed him.]

"Artorius!" Ian shouted, "Are you crazy?"

"Do you want to fall again?"

"No!" Artorius shook his head. "I want to know if anyone was hit by something that fell."

"If so, they must be treated immediately."

"..."

Ian was a little speechless by Artorius's words.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed what he would say—after all, he is the kind of person who can give his rations to others on the road and let himself go hungry into the city.

"Artorius, if you always want to take care of everyone, there will be times when you can't take care of them."

"It's better to take care of as much as you can before you collapse. That's the best choice."

"You step aside, I'll check."

Ian pushed Artorius out of the dangerous place while saying this.

[Instead of Artorius, you carefully examined the situation below on the broken city wall.]

[You didn't notice that your words had a considerable impact on Artorius.]

[He kept this sentence in his mind.]

[Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as expected.]

[Now is not the peak time for entering and leaving the city, and this is not a commonly used city gate in the royal capital.]

[So although the city wall did have an accident, it did not cause any actual damage—if you don't count Artorius, who should have fallen.]

"It's okay."

Ian turned around after confirming the situation.

"No one was hit, just a few more holes. Artorius, can you rest assured now?"

"Is that so..." Artorius breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great. It would be terrible if anyone was injured because of me."

"But—"

Artorius looked at the city wall with a big gap and was a little guilty.

"About its compensation..."

"Heh." Ian put his hands on his waist. "About that you may have to sign a contract of servitude or something. Can you pay it off?"

"This..."

Artorius hesitated for a while and finally nodded.

"I understand. I will work hard to repay it."

"You really believed it?" Ian didn't know what to say to Artorius for a while.

"How could this kind of thing be true?"

"The city wall has not been maintained for a long time, and the people who climbed here almost lost their lives innocently. This is the shame we knights should remember. How can we let you compensate?"

[You thought that saying this kind of explanation would make Artorius breathe a sigh of relief.]

[But you found that he fell into silence because of your words.]

[You noticed that he should have something to say.]

"Artorius, if you have any questions, just say it." Ian said directly, "You won't get an answer if you hide it in your heart."

"..."

Artorius raised his head and looked directly at Ian.

"Is the situation in Britain so bad?"

"Even the maintenance of the royal capital's city wall is not being carried out..."

The smallest details can often reflect the appearance of things themselves.

The collapse of the city wall is not just as simple as disrepair—behind it is a series of problems such as lack of manpower and insufficient resources.

It's like when you find a cockroach, there may actually be a hundred cockroaches lurking near you.

Artorius in front of him clearly realized this.

This made Ian feel that he, who looked very poor on the outside, should have received a good knight education.

However, Ian didn't answer this question directly.

He just touched Artorius's head and said with a smile:

"Artorius, do you know that your hair is loose?"

"Eh?!"

Artorius touched the back of his head and found that the thing that wrapped his hair was gone.

"This..." He seemed a little flustered.

Seeing Artorius like this, Ian took out a piece of cloth from the pile of things he bought for Artorius unhurriedly.

He tore off a piece from it neatly and handed it to him.

"Here, use this for now?"

"Tha–Thank you..."

Artorius took the torn cloth from Ian's hand a little embarrassedly and wrapped it around his head with extremely skilled techniques.

The originally scattered golden hair was soon gathered into a wrapped ponytail.

"Sorry." Artorius, who had cleaned up, apologized, "Mr. Ian, you saw me in such a mess."

"It's okay."

Ian didn't intend to go into it.

His attention was actually still on Artorius's question just now.

"But I want to tell you that the current situation in Britain may indeed not be ideal."

"But all of this will definitely change."

"Change?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, "One day, Britain will definitely usher in a change under the leadership of a king. I have always believed this."

"Under the leadership of a king..."

Artorius also nodded.

"Mr. Ian, you're right."

"At some point in the future, Britain will definitely change."