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

[You and Artorius returned to the village.]

[Kay was pacing anxiously at the village entrance.]

[You knew he was anxious because he had lost track of you.]

[But you decided to say nothing—playing dumb is sometimes a great wisdom.]

[Artorius didn't know that Kay had been following behind him.]

[In a cheerful mood, she greeted him warmly.]

"Brother!"

Artorius, sitting in front of Ian, waved happily.

"We're back!"

Seeing Artorius and Ian sitting on the same horse, Kay almost drew his sword.

"Artorius! What are you doing! Get down!"

"How can you casually sit on the same horse with someone else!"

Before Artorius could speak, Ian had already spoken first:

"Kay."

"I just took Artorius to get familiar with this horse."

"Familiar with this horse?"

Kay immediately stared at the horse under them—he hadn't forgotten Ian's promise.

Ian was well aware of this.

He nodded: "Yes, I plan to give this horse to Artorius."

Surprised, but not completely surprised.

Kay thought it was Ian's sweet talk, but he didn't expect him to keep his word.

"Are you serious?" he asked suspiciously. "Are you really going to give this horse to Artorius?"

"Brother!"

Artorius couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's with that expression! Mr. Ian is really going to give me this horse, he even let me name it!"

"Naming it doesn't mean anything!" Kay still looked worried. "What if there's a price to pay?"

"These city people are very scheming."

Seeing this, Ian didn't refute.

He silently got off the horse and came to Kay.

"Then from now on, I won't touch this horse."

"Tomorrow morning, I'll leave here—then you won't have to worry about any price, right?"

Ian wasn't saying these words to appease Kay.

He really knew he had to leave.

Artorius couldn't be killed now—the magic on her was too powerful.

Then the right thing to do was to go back and report to Morgan.

Moreover, the front line had completely collapsed, and a chaos would inevitably be waiting for himself and Morgan, and they had to discuss the next countermeasure in advance.

"..."

Kay was speechless for a moment.

Ian, with a faint smile, patted his shoulder, and when he passed by him, he said a heart-wrenching word.

"Your sister is great."

"Eh?"

Kay had just realized what Ian's words meant, and was tapped on the head by Artorius, who had gotten off the horse.

"Brother! Really! Why do you doubt Mr. Ian like that!"

"He's a good person!"

"I..." Kay couldn't argue.

Hearing all this, Ian couldn't help but show a smug smile.

[The sun temporarily left Britannia.]

[You decided to rest in the same place as the knights.]

[They didn't expect someone of your status to be willing to do this, and were somewhat grateful in addition to their surprise.]

[You chatted with them.]

[You learned more about the situation on the front line from them.]

[They vividly described the power of Vortigern's army, and also felt extremely sorry that you and Morgan were not on the front line.]

[But only you knew that even if you and Morgan were on the front line, it wouldn't change this outcome.]

[This was a destined war to fail, and you and Morgan were just scammers who were seen through.]

[But you didn't get nothing.]

[At least you had a further confirmation of Vortigern's power.]

[Dawn broke.]

[You were the first to wake up.]

It wasn't that Ian didn't want to sleep longer, but there were too many things to think about.

Long time no see, insomnia.

Ian stood up and walked out without making a sound.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he came out, he saw Artorius walking by with a bucket—he had changed into a thicker set of clothes, looking more masculine.

"Mr. Ian!"

Artorius, carrying a bucket, looked surprised.

"Why are you awake? Did I disturb you?"

"It's nothing," Ian smiled calmly. "I just woke up early."

"Is it because the resting place is too bad that you woke up so early?"

"No, Artorius, you don't have to be suspicious," Ian stopped Artorius from thinking wildly.

"I just woke up early."

"Rather... why did you get up so early?"

"To, to work!"

Artorius raised the bucket in his hand.

"I usually get up to work at this time."

"..."

Ian glanced at the few iron buckets still by the well.

"Then I'll help you."

[You weren't born as a royal knight, so you're quite familiar with these farm chores.]

[You helped Artorius finish what she had to do early.]

[You two rested under a tree.]

"Mr. Ian, here."

Artorius handed a glass of water to Ian.

"Thank you," Ian took the water.

"I didn't expect you to know these things..." Artorius couldn't help but sigh. "I thought someone like you wouldn't know these things."

"But you did better than me!"

"Artorius, I feel underestimated."

"It's nothing!" Artorius shook his head repeatedly. "Mr. Ian, I don't mean that."

"I know, just kidding."

"Is, is that so?"

Artorius blushed slightly, glanced at Ian beside him, and whispered.

"That, Mr. Ian, I changed a ribbon, is it pretty?"

"..."

Ian glanced at Artorius's hair and nodded.

"Yes, it should have been like this long ago, it was too outrageous to use a piece of cloth before."

"Yes, yes..."

Artorius covered her ponytail, looking a little embarrassed by the praise.

However, she quickly seemed to remember something and whispered again.

"Mr. Ian, you'll be taking those wounded knights back later, right?"

Ian nodded.

"Yes, that's right."

"Then... will we have a chance to meet again in the future?" Artorius raised her head, her eyes showing a little worry.

"There will be, but it's hard to say when."

"Then—"

Artorius stretched out a finger to Ian.

"Mr. Ian, can I trouble you to come over?"

"..."

Although he didn't know what Artorius wanted to do, Ian leaned over as she asked.

Mua—

The girl's lips gently left a sweet and soft wet mark on the weathered cheek.

"Artorius, you..."

"I'm just trying! Mr. Ian, please forget this and that day too! I'll do these things better in the future!"

"That, please be careful on the road!"

After saying these words, Artorius ran away in a panic, covering her mouth.

Clang—she accidentally kicked over an iron bucket.

Everything returned to silence.

Only Ian was left standing there, covering his cheek.