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

[You returned to the knights' resting place before Artorius.]

[He didn't notice anything unusual about you and greeted you.]

"Mr. Ian!"

"Oh... Artorius, you're back?" Ian chatted as if nothing had happened.

"How was it? Did your brother scold you?"

"This..." Artorius looked a little embarrassed. "Nothing like that, my brother is a very good person, he won't scold others casually."

Although there was indeed a small unpleasantness with Kay just now.

But in front of outsiders. Artorius still very much protects his family.

Ian completely understood this behavior—just like King Uther, although he didn't want Morgan to inherit the throne, he still preserved her last dignity in front of the soldiers.

The exiled princess and the princess guarding Camelot are two completely different concepts.

However—

Ian observed his surroundings without making a sound and quickly noticed Kay hiding nearby.

Just as he had guessed earlier.

Although he had argued with Artorius, Kay still cared about him.

If he was always being watched like this, it wouldn't be convenient to ask anything—he had to get Kay away first.

After thinking for a moment, Ian had an idea.

"Well, indeed, although your brother seems a little anxious, he must care about you very much."

"Even now, he is still guarding you every step of the way."

Artorius was not stupid.

As soon as Ian said this, he immediately realized something.

He turned his head following Ian's gaze and saw Kay not far away.

"Mr. Ian, please wait for me."

[Artorius stood up.]

[Along with Artorius standing up, there was also the ahoge on his head that couldn't be pressed down no matter how hard he tried.]

[You watched him come to Kay, hands on his waist, and argue with his brother.]

[Kay seemed to know he was in the wrong and finally left in compromise.]

[Artorius returned to your side again.]

"Why did he leave?" Ian asked knowingly.

"Was he angry?"

"No," Artorius restrained his emotions slightly. "He had unfinished business, he just went back to continue it."

"I see..."

Ian smiled slightly.

"But speaking of which, you were really imposing when you argued just now."

"I've never seen you like that before."

"This!" Artorius blushed. "Mr. Ian, I didn't deliberately hide that side of me from you!"

"Don't be nervous."

Ian patted Artorius's head.

"I didn't say you deliberately hid it."

"I just think that this kind of personality is what you should have."

"What I should have?" Artorius was a little puzzled.

"Yes," Ian nodded. "A swordsman should have a bit of a tough edge."

"Is that so?"

Artorius didn't deny Ian's words.

It was obvious that he agreed with this to some extent.

However, just as Ian was about to say something, he felt that familiar gaze again.

[Kay is back again.]

[But this time, he was much smarter—he knew how to use chatting with others as a cover.]

[But for you, this kind of disguise is really meaningless.]

[But you also realized that it's meaningless to just let Artorius scold his brother like this—it won't drive him away.]

[You knew you had to use some means.]

"Artorius."

"Wh-what is it? Mr. Ian."

"Would you like to try riding a horse?"

"Riding a horse?"

"Yes," Ian nodded. "This time, I came on horseback."

A gleam appeared in Artorius's green eyes.

"Is that really okay?"

"Of course."

"Then Mr. Ian, please!"

"Mm, come with me."

[You had a legitimate reason.]

[You took Artorius's hand and walked out.]

[As expected, Kay was still following behind.]

[But you didn't mind.]

[You brought Artorius to your warhorse.]

"Mr. Ian," Artorius looked very surprised. "This is your horse?"

Ian nodded.

"Yes."

"Then it's so well-bred, isn't it?" Artorius stood in front of the warhorse, looking at its mane, and sighed.

"Superior coat, strong limbs, and these newly nailed horseshoes!"

"Mr. Ian, it must feel lucky to be your warhorse!"

This time it was Ian's turn to be a little surprised.

"Artorius, you know so much about horses?"

"Yes," Artorius's slightly raised eyebrows showed that he was a little proud at the moment.

"Mr. Ian, this is something a knight must know, so I have some understanding of it."

"Your warhorse is indeed very excellent."

"..."

Ian glanced at Kay hiding in the dark without making a sound, and then looked at Artorius, who was very happy because it involved something he knew.

He hesitated for a moment and said,

"Then how about this, Artorius."

"I'll give you this horse."

"Ah?"

Artorius was stunned at first, and then suddenly reacted.

"No, no, no!" He waved his hand. "Mr. Ian, how can I take your horse?"

"If you do, you won't have a horse!"

"It's okay," Ian looked very calm. "I can just find a horse in the village that I can ride back."

"After arriving in Camelot, I'll just change to another horse."

Camelot was indeed not short of warhorses.

After all, whether it was Ian himself or Morgan, they were very sensitive to this kind of thing.

"This..."

Seeing that Artorius was still hesitating, Ian continued.

"Artorius, every knight should have his own warhorse."

"Since you know it so well, then I think it will be happy to receive this appreciation."

"Mr. Ian..."

"Okay," Ian patted Artorius's shoulder lightly.

"Try getting on the horse first, you have to take this step."

"Mm! I got it!"

After helping Artorius get on the horse, Ian peeked at Kay in the dark.

The other party's expression was obviously softened.

But this was also normal—after all, anyone with eyes could see the value of this horse.

Then it would be much more convenient next.

However, Ian didn't expect that what happened next would develop in a direction that even he didn't expect.

After Artorius sat on the horse, he looked down at Ian.

Blushing slightly, he said carefully,

"Mr. Ian."

"Why don't... you get on the horse too?"