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

"Huh?"

Ian was taken aback by Artorius's words.

"Let me get on the horse?"

"Yes," Artorius's voice was soft, but his tone was firm.

"Mr. Ian, I hope you can get on the horse."

Even without looking back, Ian was sure Kay was watching him.

"No."

"Artorius, I can't do that. Knights don't let others ride their horses during combat."

"But this isn't combat."

Artorius, still on the horse, was actively trying to get his agreement.

"Mr. Ian, don't you usually allow those in need to ride your horse?"

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Seeing this, Artorius continued;

"Mr. Ian, let's think about it from another perspective. This is my first time riding this horse."

"Just think of it as you introducing me to it!"

"..."

Since he had said so much, Ian knew it would be impolite to refuse any further.

"I understand."

"Then, I'll introduce you to it a little."

"Great! Thank you, Mr. Ian!"

[Objectively speaking, although Artorius and Morgan do have some similarities, you're not so confused that you can't tell the difference between them.]

[There's only one thing you like to hold onto on a horse—Morgan's waist.]

[So even though you got on the same horse as Artorius, you still kept a certain distance from him.]

[However, Artorius didn't seem willing to keep such a clear boundary with you.]

"Mr. Ian?" Artorius turned his head. "Please sit a little closer, okay?"

"You're a bit far away like this."

"This is enough."

"No!" Artorius shook his head. "It's not enough!"

"I want to learn the correct way to ride this horse from you."

"..."

"I understand."

Ian felt a headache—he realized that his method of solving this problem by giving away the horse wasn't perfect.

But it wasn't a complete loss—at least it was a good excuse.

He could use Artorius's name to leave.

"Then hold on tight, Artorius."

"I'll show you the majesty of a Britannian warhorse!"

"Mm!"

Artorius blushed slightly, his index and middle fingers carefully placed on Ian's hand like ants climbing a hill.

Only after seeing that the other party wasn't too repulsed did he put his hand completely on it.

"Such warm hands..." Artorius whispered to himself.

"If only it could last a little longer..."

[You didn't hear Artorius's whispered wish.]

[Having taken the reins from his hand, you only hoped to get rid of Kay's surveillance as soon as possible.]

[And you did.]

[As a general who had fought on the battlefield for a long time, riding such a warhorse wasn't difficult, even with someone on it.]

[The horse's hooves crossed streams and grass.]

[You took Artorius for a pleasant ride and shook off Kay's surveillance.]

Drip drop.

The horse's hooves rose and fell on the grassland, leaving traces.

Artorius's face was as red as a fresh apple in autumn, tinged with excitement.

"Is this the horse's limit?" he asked.

"No."

Ian tightened the reins a little, which allowed the horse to slow down a bit.

"My riding skills aren't perfect. If a better knight could ride it, I think it would perform better."

"That might be you."

"Then Mr. Ian..." Artorius looked at his hand intertwined with Ian's, and his lips parted slightly.

"Can I give this horse a name?"

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

"You can do whatever you want with it."

"Then I want to call it Dun Stallion!"

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

"Eh? Sorry!"

Artorius realized that Ian wasn't repulsed, but just didn't say anything.

He quickly took his hand back, but his eyes were still a little reluctant—he liked the feeling of their hands intertwined.

"Mr. Ian..." Artorius asked again carefully.

"What is it?"

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

"Why are you asking this?"

"No, it's nothing!" Artorius waved his hand, explaining quickly. "Because this feeling of galloping on a horse makes my heart race."

"So I thought, have you done something similar before?"

"Galloping on a horse with someone?"

Ian recalled for a moment and shook his head in denial.

"No, never."

This wasn't to please Artorius.

After all, when he rode on the same horse as Morgan, he didn't dare to gallop like that.

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

"This!"

Artorius's eyebrows raised slightly—a genuine expression of happiness.

"Am I the first?"

"Mr. Ian, then I'm really lucky!"

"Is that so?" Ian gently stroked the back of Artorius's head.

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

"Mr. Ian, what do you mean?"

"Your hair is loose again."

"Eh?"

As soon as Ian said this, Artorius touched the back of his head and realized that his hair had broken free from its restraints due to the galloping, scattering like kelp.

The piece of cloth that was originally used to tie his hair had also disappeared.

"This..."

Artorius was a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, Mr. Ian, I'm so disheveled in front of you again."

"It's okay."

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

"I just want to know why you still use that piece of cloth to tie your hair? It's clearly... not suitable for that, is it?"

"This..."

Artorius lowered his head, his face slightly red.

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

"..."

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

"Actually, Artorius, you look good even if you don't tie your hair up."

"Is that so?"

Artorius turned his head, his beautiful golden hair swaying like waves.

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

Ian nodded.

"Yes, it's really beautiful."

"So Artorius—"

"Are you really not a girl?"