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

From a physical standpoint, she is undeniably female.

Ian's fingers provided him with the best intelligence.

His other hand was also busy, constantly adjusting Artoria's position so that she wouldn't fall off the horse.

What was set in stone was turned upside down and never found peace.

Artoria was completely captivated; she was utterly immersed in Ian's embrace, blissfully basking in the moment.

Her petite body trembled with happiness, the frequency and intensity of which were related to how tightly Ian held her.

She made indistinct sounds, only some syllables could be vaguely heard, and she could not form any sentences.

The experienced Ian had successfully taken control of Artorius, and he had become her true puppeteer.

"Artorius, can you admit it now?"

"You are a genuine girl."

After Ian said those words, he hugged her even tighter.

"Artoria, am I right?"

however--

Despite being completely in Ian's arms, Atorlis still insisted on his initial statement.

She murmured in a barely audible voice, "No... Mr. Ian... I'm not like that... I really am not like that..."

But Ian was not excited by this.

Not right.

Something's really wrong with Artoria.

Even if the consequences are severe, we have to take action.

He subtly withdrew one of his hands, then subtly reached for the scabbard at his waist.

You intend to kill Atolis while he is in a state of ecstasy.

But at that moment, a few petals drifted by.

[Then, you sensed a warning magic emanating from Artorias!]

47. Even young girls have moments of fortitude.

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

You've noticed something's off about the magic currently affecting Atolis.

You realize that this isn't magic she inherently possesses—but rather a setup planted beforehand by someone else.

They certainly didn't witness the entire blasphemy process from the very beginning.

It was only after he had murderous intent towards Artoria that the magic manifested from her—or even just a concept, rather than seeing anything.

It evoked very complex feelings in Ian, but they were not indescribable.

"At present, everything is permitted except for her death."

"Perhaps there are flaws in this statement; I'll add more when I think of them."

His lazy and casual tone was like that of an unarmored figure who had only taken one step in the moonlit forest.

Can't go wrong.

This is definitely something done by the same magician.

But even so—

I won't stop myself.

Ian, who had already made up his mind to kill, did not remove his hand from the scabbard.

He fully understood the consequences of hesitation.

Especially when there are many suspicious points surrounding Atolis.

If the blade could pierce her chest, everything would come to a perfect end.

however--

Can't do it.

You want to draw the sword from its sheath, but you find that you simply cannot do it.

It's not that things like "stabbing Atolis with a sword" are forbidden, but rather that even "drawing the sword from its sheath" is not allowed.

You can't break through this mindset no matter how hard you try.

[Apart from that, even if you try other methods to kill Atolis, you will always encounter various forms of cognitive denial.]

You realize that the intensity of the magic she possesses far exceeds your ability to resist it.

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

"Have I... successfully proven that I'm not a girl?"

Artoris spoke haltingly, as if he might utter a sound of defeat at any moment.

"Not yet, Artorius."

Ian realized that the girl's magic was far more than the kind he had just touched.

She seems to have strong misconceptions about her own gender.

Is it really possible to achieve a different kind of acceptance by going against one's bodily sensations?

Ian didn't believe in this superstition—he had an even more extreme method.

He pulled on the reins, bringing the warhorse beneath him, which had only recently been given a name, to a stop.

"Artorius, let's dismount and walk around."

You dismounted, leading a slightly weary Artorias.

You took her to the lakeside.

[This is the lake you found on your way here; I never expected it to come in handy now.]

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

Artorias looked at the lake before him, somewhat at a loss.

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

Ian stretched.

"Artoria, let's take a bath together."

"Eh?"

Artorius's eyes widened.

"Isn't this inappropriate?!"

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

After saying that, Artorius, blushing, wanted to run away as quickly as possible.

But how could Ian let her go so easily?

He took her hand and said:

“Artoria, didn’t you want to prove you’re not a girl? Now is the perfect opportunity.”

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

"Yes, if you were a girl, what I did would be very rude and shameless."

"but--"

Ian's gaze did not avoid Artoria; instead, it lingered on her chest.

There are no majestic, towering curves, only gently undulating hills.

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

[You've drawn Artoria into this conflict.]

Her deep green eyes were now filled with turmoil.

You feel you may have found a way to counter this kind of magic.

However, the outcome was not as you had hoped.

Artoria made her choice.

"I see."

Artorius did not shy away from Ian's question.

The girl's fair, delicate, and petite body was displayed to Ian in her own way.

Artorius blushed and awkwardly put his hands together behind his back.

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

"So--"

"Please be honest with me too!"

[Atoris took the initiative.]

But it was only a fleeting moment of turning the tables.

As a hypocritical villain, you don't mind taking off your armor in front of a young girl in the prime of her life.

You met Atolis's gaze and forcefully averted her eyes.

You took her hand and walked into the lake.

Even though Artoria did as she asked, Ian did not acknowledge her claim.

Although that body wasn't exactly alluring, it couldn't deny the unique charm that a young girl possessed.