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

[Lake Blessing + Activated: Your magic resistance has been enhanced due to your past visit to the lake where Morgan originated.]

[You sensed that the magic on Artorius was somewhat off.]

[You realized that this wasn't magic he possessed, but a foreshadowing laid by someone else.]

It wasn't that he had witnessed the entire act of blasphemy from the beginning.

Rather, it was the magic that manifested on Artorius when he had the intention to kill him—even just a concept, not seeing anything.

The feeling it gave Ian was very complex, but not indescribable.

"For now, everything is allowed except killing her."

"Perhaps this statement has loopholes, I'll add more when I remember."

The lazy and casual tone, just like the unmanned armor in the forest under the moon that had only taken one step.

No mistake.

This was definitely the work of the same magician.

But even so—

He wouldn't stop.

Ian, determined to kill, didn't move his hand from the sword hilt.

He fully understood the consequences of indecision.

Especially when there were many doubts about Artorius.

As long as the blade could pierce her chest, everything would come to a perfect end.

However—

He couldn't do it.

[You tried to pull the sword out of the scabbard, but found that you couldn't do it no matter what.]

[It wasn't that "stabbing Artorius with the sword" couldn't happen, but even "pulling the sword out of the scabbard" wasn't allowed.]

[You couldn't break through this perception no matter how hard you tried.]

[In addition, even if you tried other ways to kill Artorius, there would always be various perception denials.]

[You realized that the strength of the magic on her was probably far beyond the range your magic resistance could withstand.]

"Mr. Ian... is it... is it over?"

"Did I... successfully prove that I'm not a girl?"

Artorius spoke intermittently, feeling like he would lose at any moment.

"Not yet, Artorius."

Ian realized that the magic on the girl was far more than just the one he had just touched.

She seemed to have a strong misconception about her gender.

Going against the feelings of the body to achieve another kind of recognition—was that really possible?

Ian didn't believe it—he had more extreme methods.

He pulled the reins and stopped the warhorse that had just been named.

"Artorius, let's get off the horse and take a walk."

[You took the slightly tired Artorius off the horse.]

[You took her to the lake.]

[This was a lake you found on the way here, and you didn't expect it to come in handy now.]

"Mr. Ian... what is this for?"

Artorius looked at the lake in front of her, somewhat at a loss.

"I'm a little tired after riding for so long."

Ian stretched.

"Artorius, take a bath with me."

"Eh?"

Artorius's eyes widened.

"This isn't good, is it?!"

"Mr. Ian, you go, I'll wait for you outside!"

After saying this, Artorius, blushing, wanted to run away quickly.

But how could Ian let her go so easily?

He grabbed her hand and said,

"Artorius, didn't you want to prove that you're not a girl? Now is the best opportunity."

"But Mr. Ian, this isn't right!"

"That's right, if you were a girl, it would be very rude and shameless of me to do this."

"But—"

Ian's gaze didn't avoid Artorius, but stopped at her chest.

There were no majestic curves, only slightly undulating hills.

"You don't admit it, do you?"

[Artorius was brought into a contradiction by you.]

[Her deep green eyes were already deeply confused.]

[You felt that you might have found a way to counter this kind of magic.]

[However, the result was not as you wished.]

[Artorius made her choice.]

"I understand."

Artorius didn't avoid Ian's question.

She quickly took of her clothes.

The girl's fair, soft, and petite body was displayed in front of Ian in her own way.

Artorius blushed, her hands clasped together behind her back, at a loss.

"Mr. Ian, is this okay for me?"

"Then—"

"Please be honest with me too!"

[Artorius took the initiative.]

[But it was only a moment of taking the initiative.]

"Alright.."

[As a hypocritical villain, you don't mind taking off your armor in front of a young girl.]

[You met Artorius's gaze and forced her to look away.]

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

Even if Artorius did what he asked, Ian didn't admit her statement.

Because although that body wasn't very seductive, it couldn't deny the unique charm of a girl.

He knew he had to make Artorius admit this—this would also mean that the magic on her wasn't unbreakable.

After arriving at the lake, Ian became even more aggressive.

He grabbed the girl's hand next to him, preventing her from going too far, and kept her in the same state as before.

And his gaze stayed on her body without avoiding it.

Of course.

Ian didn't do anything more, just touched her like this—otherwise, it would mean a complete betrayal towards Morgan.

But this was enough to give Artorius, who had never been exposed to these things, a physical and mental shock.

Ian felt that the time was right.

"Artorius, you should understand, right?"

"No matter how much you deny it, the instinct of the body is something you can't reverse."

"But Mr. Ian..." Artorius's chest heaved, looking very nervous. "Although I have shown many instincts that can't be hidden."

"But that doesn't mean I don't have the same persistence as you."

"I—"

Artorius turned her head slightly, her blushing cheeks showing a resolute look.

"There are some things that must be done."

"I absolutely don't admit that I'm a girl."

"So Mr. Ian—"

"Even like this, it won't shake my thoughts!"

[Artorius took the initiative to sit down.]

[Only after she raised her head and let out a soft moan did you understand what happened.]

She sat on your dragon.

Her glistening cave both excited and scared to meet a dragon of this caliber.

But..

Artorius didn't realise and kept insisting on her words.

[Your proof failed.]

[But you also realized one thing.]

[During the time of separation, Artorius's perception had changed drastically.]

[She didn't deny her feminine characteristics, but at the same time, she was pursuing masculine fortitude.]

[And all of this was inseparable from the magician who used petals.]

[This was extremely important information.]