In the World of Type-Moon, Starting as Morgan's Husband

　　[Faced with this situation, it is difficult for you to make a decision. ]

　　[But your body has already been driven by some instinct and has started to act directly.]

　　[By the time you reacted, you had already rushed out and grabbed Artorius's hand.]

　　Ian didn't know why his body chose this.

　　All he knew was that he was holding Artorius's hand tightly.

　　This handsome young man was hanging on the edge of the city wall, like a fallen leaf blown here.

　　Why would you do this?

　　Ian couldn't understand it at all.

　　In the past, he always thought about things from the perspective of maximizing Morgan's interests and never doubted anything.

　　But this time, he chose a path that seemed like he shouldn't have chosen.

　　Why is this?

　　"Mr. Ian..."

　　Artorius' voice pulled Ian out of his thoughts.

　　He looked at the other person subconsciously and suddenly understood everything.

　　Because of the incident just now, the band that originally wrapped Artorius' hair had loosened, and after spinning in the air and drawing several arcs, it fell down.

　　The long, soft golden hair spread out in the wind, like willows dancing in the poem.

　　In a trance, Ian actually saw Morgan's appearance.

　　He finally understood why he had such an inexplicable feeling towards Artorius - a thought that could only be echoed when he saw Morgan.

　　There seems to be some similarities between the two people's appearance.

　　Ian felt his arms become much stronger.

　　"I'll rescue you now."

　　[Although Artorius has a big appetite, his petite body does not feel heavy. ]

　　[You held onto the part of the wall that hadn't collapsed yet, and forcibly pulled Artorius up.]

　　[After surviving the disaster, he covered his chest and gasped for breath. ]

　　[But suddenly, he seemed to remember something and once again moved closer to the edge of the wall's collapse.]

　　[You grabbed him.]

　　"Artorius!" Ian shouted, "Are you crazy?"

　　"Do you want to fall again?"

　　"No!" Artorius shook his head in denial. "I want to know if anyone was hit by the falling objects."

　　"If there is, it must be treated immediately."

　　"…"

　　Artorius' words left Ian speechless.

　　If you think about it carefully, that is indeed what he would say - after all, he is the one who can distribute the rations to others on the road and let himself go into the city hungry.

　　"Artorius, if you always try to take care of everyone, sooner or later there will be a time when you can't take care of everyone."

　　"It would be better to take care of the parts that can be taken care of as much as possible before you collapse. That would be the best option."

　　"Please move aside, I'll check it out."

　　As Ian said this, he pushed Artorius out of the danger area.

　　[On behalf of Artorius, you carefully survey the situation below from the collapsed city wall.]

　　[You didn't notice that your words just now had a considerable impact on Artorius.]

　　He kept this sentence in mind.

　　[Fortunately, the situation is not as bad as imagined. ]

　　[Now is not the peak time for entering and leaving the city, and this is not a city gate commonly used by the capital. ]

　　[So although there was indeed an accident on the city wall, it did not cause any actual damage - if you don't count Artorius who should have fallen off.]

　　"No problem."

　　After confirming the situation, Ian turned around.

　　"No one was hit, just a few more holes. Artorius, you can finally rest assured like this, right?"

　　"Really..." Artorius breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"It's great, it would be terrible if anyone got hurt because of me."

　　"but--"

　　Artorius looked at the city wall with a big gap and felt a little guilty.

　　"Regarding its compensation..."

　　"Oh." Ian supported his hips with both hands. "Then I might have to make you sign a contract to sell yourself to pay it off, right?"

　　"this..."

　　Artorius hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

　　"I understand. I will work hard to pay it back."

　　"You really believed it?" Ian didn't know what to say to Artorius for a moment.

　　"How could something like this be true?"

　　"The city wall has been in disrepair for a long time. The people who climbed up here almost lost their lives. This is a shame that we knights should remember. How can we ask you to pay for it?"

　　[You thought that giving such an explanation would make Artorius feel relieved.]

　　[But you found that he fell into silence because of your words. ]

　　[You sensed that he had something to say.]

　　"Artorius, if you have any questions, just ask them directly." Ian said directly, "You won't get the answer if you keep it in your heart."

　　"…"

　　Artorius raised his head and looked directly at Ian.

　　"Is the situation in Britain already so bad?"

　　"No one is even maintaining the city walls of the capital..."

　　The smallest details often reveal what things are like.

　　The collapse of the city wall is not simply due to disrepair - behind it is the reflection of a series of problems such as lack of manpower and insufficient resources.

　　It's like when you find a cockroach, there may actually be a hundred cockroaches lurking near you.

　　Artorius in front of him obviously realized this.

　　This made Ian feel that although he looked very poor, he must have received a good knight education.

　　However, Ian did not directly answer the question.

　　He just patted Artorius's head and said with a smile:

　　"Artorius, did you know your hair is loose?"

　　"Huh?!"

　　Artorius touched the back of his head and realized that the thing that wrapped his hair was gone.

　　"This..." He seemed a little flustered.

　　Seeing Artorius like this, Ian calmly took out a piece of cloth from the pile of things he bought for Artorius.

　　He tore off a piece from it cleanly and handed it to the person in front of him.

　　"Here, can you make do with this?"

　　"Thank you, thank you..."

　　Artorius took the torn cloth from Ian somewhat embarrassedly, and then wrapped it around his head with extremely skillful hands.

　　The originally messy long golden hair was quickly gathered into a wrapped ponytail.

　　"I'm sorry." Artorius apologized after he had cleaned up, "I let you, Mr. Ian, see me in such a mess."

　　"fine."

　　Ian didn't intend to delve into it.

　　His attention was actually still on the question that Artorius had just asked.

　　"But what I want to tell you is that Britain's current situation may not be so ideal."

　　"But that's all going to change."

　　"Changes?"

　　"Yes." Ian nodded. "One day, Britain will surely change under the leadership of a king. I have always believed in this."

　　"Under the leadership of a certain king..."

　　Artorius nodded as well.

　　"Mr. Ian, you are right."

　　"At some point in the future, Britain will change."