In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"This one……"

Artorius became a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, for making such a mess of things in front of you again."

"well enough."

Ian loosened Artorius's hair, his tone as calm as ever.

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

"This one……"

Artorius lowered his head, his face slightly flushed.

“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 quite good without tying your hair up."

"is it?"

Atolis turned around, her beautiful long golden hair swaying like waves.

"Mr. Ian, is that really what you think?"

Ian nodded.

"Yes, it's so beautiful."

"So, Artorius—"

"Are you really not a girl?"

46. ​​Not a boy, but a girl.

Atolis heard your question.

He looked surprised.

You can sense that what you said had a huge impact on him.

You realize you've stumbled upon some secrets.

"Mr. Ian, that's not true!"

Artoris waved his hand, and his beautiful long golden hair swayed from side to side like tiny waves.

"How could I be a girl! You've definitely misunderstood something!"

"..."

Ian didn't believe Artorius at all.

Because the other person not only dared not look him in the eye, but his body was also trembling slightly.

The meaning of this behavior couldn't be clearer—it's a guilty conscience when things don't go as planned.

Ian decided to take a more radical approach.

He was never a good person to begin with, so there's no need for lofty moral praise in this kind of environment.

The most urgent task is to figure out what's going on with Atolis.

You think I misunderstood?

Ian's hand touched Artorius's body.

"Artoria, is that really what you think?"

"..."

[Atoris did not answer you.]

But having learned from Morgan, you immediately noticed the subtle change in his body.

You sensed that he hadn't rejected you.

You realize that perhaps you can take it a step further.

Aren't you going to answer me?

Ian's gaze traveled up Artorius's slender waist, finally settling on her chest.

He still vaguely remembers the feeling he experienced under the guise of a body search—at the time, it was indeed impossible to tell whether someone was male or female.

Will it be like this now?

Ian secretly made his judgment for a while.

I definitely felt it—

Although the growth is not much, the body does have curves, but the clothes worn are too restrictive and hide them.

This is a visual experience completely different from muscles—it's the kind of look that only youth has.

Can't go wrong.

Ian was now 100% certain that Artorius was a girl.

It's just that it's very well hidden.

We need to get her to admit it.

"Artorius."

Ian’s tone was low yet clear, and it was a tone that one could sense his seriousness after listening for a while.

"You don't need to deny your identity."

"You, as a girl, are also a very beautiful being."

It's unclear what word triggered Artoria, but she, who had been silent just moments before, now shook her head in denial.

“No… Mr. Ian… I’m not a girl… I’m Artorius… the son of Hector.”

It has to be said, Artorius is really stubborn.

But this actually piqued Ian's interest a little—or rather, it was a test of her will to submit.

The more someone denies something, the more they will feel a complete and utter fall when they finally give up.

"No, you are not the son of Hector."

"You are a beautiful girl."

As Ian said this, he looked at the clothes Atolis was wearing.

He was intentionally choosing clothes that wouldn't expose his body too much, in order to conceal his identity.

Ian touched his hand, his fingers gently feeling the surface of his skin.

Artorius's skin is very well-maintained.

It feels like smooth milk solidified on a raised hill, and when you squeeze it gently, it bounces back like a gummy candy.

"This is proof of your being a girl, and now I hold it in my hands."

"No...it's not like that..."

Artorias tried to deny it, but his words were utterly unconvincing.

“Mr. Ian… I’m not a girl.”

You find it somewhat unbelievable.

Even now, Atolis still refuses to acknowledge it.

Do you think there might be a deeper secret behind this?

However, you didn't stop there.

After all, your methods go far beyond this.

"Artorius, don't make things difficult for me."

"She is clearly a lovely girl, but she refuses to acknowledge her charm. This is a waste of her talent."

Ian closed his hands slightly, gripping Artorius's hand even tighter.

But his behavior wasn't so rough—he simply stroked his hand, without any other intentions.

Ian's fingers caressed the fair, jade-like skin.

"Artorius, admit it just this once."

Artorius was no match for Ian in this matter.

Under this onslaught, her body gradually leaned backward, resting against Ian's chest.

Her hands slowly fell to her sides, like a puppet with its strings cut.

She tilted her head, her lips looked pale, and she looked extremely disheveled.

But Artoria persisted in her stance: "No... I'm not a girl... that person said... at least not now."

that person?

Ian sensed that he had touched upon some secrets behind Artorius.

He knew he had to take it one step further.

"Your Highness, please forgive my blasphemy this time."

Ian prayed silently.

His gaze, like that of a scout, traveled down the mountainside along Atolis's waist.

Observe closely.

Reach out and touch—

Just as expected, it was completely empty.