In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

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"Well! I see!"

After helping Artorius mount his horse, Ian stole a glance at Kai in the dark.

The other person's expression obviously softened a little.

But this is normal - after all, anyone with a discerning eye can see the value of this horse.

Then it will be much more convenient next time.

However, Ian did not expect that what happened next would develop in a direction that even he had not expected.

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

His face flushed slightly, and he spoke cautiously:

"Mr. Ian."

"How about...you get on the horse too?"

45. I wish our fingers could stay together longer

"Ok?"

Ian was stunned by Artorius' words.

"Let me get on the horse?"

"Yes." Although Artorius' voice was low, his tone was firm.

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

Even without looking back, Ian was sure that Kai was staring at him.

"No."

"Artorius, I can't do this. A knight will not let anyone else ride on his horse when he is in battle."

"But this is not a war."

Artorius, sitting on his horse, was still actively trying to gain consent.

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

"..."

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

Seeing this, Artorius continued;

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

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

"..."

Things have come to this point, and Ian knew that it would be a bit rude if he refused further.

"I understand."

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

"Great! Thank you, Mr. Ian!"

[To be fair, although Artorius and Morgan do have some vague similarities, you can't say that you can't tell the difference between the two.]

[There's only one thing you like to hug on a horse - Morgan's waist.]

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

[However, Artorius seems unwilling to have such a clear boundary with you. ]

"Mr. Ian?" Artorius turned around, "Please sit closer, okay?"

"If you're like this now, it's a little far."

"That's enough."

"No!" Artorius shook his head. "Not enough!"

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

"..."

"I understand."

Ian felt a slight headache - he realized that his solution to the problem by sending the horse was not so perfect.

But it's not all in vain - at least it's a good excuse.

He could use Artorius's name to get away with it.

"Then sit down, Artorius."

"I'm going to show you the majesty of British war horses!"

"Ok!"

Artorius blushed slightly, and his index and middle fingers were carefully placed on Ian's hand like an ant climbing a slope.

After seeing that the other party was not too disgusted, he fully raised his hand.

"Such warm hands..." Artorius whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

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

[You did not hear Artorius's whispered prayer.]

[You took the reins from him, hoping to get rid of Kaikai's surveillance as soon as possible. ]

[You actually did it.]

[As a general who has fought on the battlefield for a long time, it is not difficult for him to control such a warhorse, even if he is carrying a person. ]

[The horse's hooves crossed the stream and passed through the grass. ]

[You completed a pleasant ride with Artorius and got rid of Kai's surveillance.]

Tick tock.

The horses' hooves rose and fell on the grassland, leaving behind a trail of footprints.

Artorius's face had turned as red as an apple at harvest time, tinged with excitement.

“Is this the limit of this horse?” he asked.

"No."

Ian tightened the reins a little, which made the horse go a little slower.

"My riding skills are not perfect. If there is a better rider to control it, I think it will perform better."

"It might be you."

"Then Mr. Ian..." Artorius looked at his and Ian's hands pressed together and opened his lips slightly.

"Can I give this horse a name?"

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

"You can do whatever you want with it."

"Then I want to call it East Starion!"

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

"Eh? Sorry!"

Artorius then realized that Ian was not disgusted, but just didn't say anything.

He quickly withdrew his hand, but there was still some lingering look in his eyes - he really liked the feeling of two people holding hands together.

"Mr. Ian..." Artorius asked again cautiously.

"what happened?"

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

"Why do you ask?"

"No, it's nothing!" Artorius waved his hands and explained quickly, "Because the feeling of riding a horse makes my heart beat faster."

"So I wonder if you have done something similar before?"

"Riding a horse with others?"

Ian thought about it for a while and then shook his head in denial.

"No, never."

This was not to please Artorius.

After all, when he was riding on the same horse with Morgan, he didn't dare to gallop like he did just now.

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

"this!"

Artorius's eyebrows raised slightly - a true sign of happiness.

“Am I the first one?”

"Mr. Ian, I am so lucky!"

Ian asked, rubbing his hand gently on the back of Artorius' head.

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

"Mr. Ian, what does this mean?"

"Your hair is messy again."

"Eh?"

After Ian said this, Artorius touched his head back and realized that his hair had been freed from its binding due to the galloping of the horse just now, and had spread out like a kelp belt.

The piece of cloth that was originally used to tie the hair was also missing.

"This one……"

Artorius felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, for acting so awkwardly in front of you again."

"well enough."

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

"I just want to know why you still use that piece of cloth to wrap your hair? Obviously... it's not suitable for use like this, right?"

"This one……"

Artorius lowered his head, his face slightly flushed.

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

"..."

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