The Youth Named Artorius

"Hello."

The youth before him gave a polite greeting.

The delicate and gentle voice made Ian doubt his eyes for a moment.

However, more than contemplating the triple disharmony of voice, appearance, and gender, Ian cared about something else.

Not far away, the body of another knight was buried in the ground.

The previous successes had been too easy, causing Ian to relax slightly.

At this moment, he couldn't be sure if the youth before him had seen something he shouldn't have.

Then—

He might as well kill him too.

Ian's eyes became murderous.

Anyway, his hands were already stained with enough blood, and one more death wouldn't make any difference.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The youth waved his hand, trying to get Ian's attention.

"Yes."

Ian put on a false smile.

He didn't know when he had learned this strange disguise.

He could show a friendly smile at any time, and even kill someone with that smile.

Ian felt that his mentality had changed a lot.

"You are...?"

Seeing that Ian had finally responded, the youth breathed a sigh of relief and introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Artorius."

"Currently—"

The youth, who called himself Artorius, glanced at the wooden cart beside him.

"I want to go into the city to sell these freshly picked apples."

"So, please let me into the city?"

[Artorius's words made you realize that it was already the apple harvest season.]

[You were a little sentimental about the passage of time.]

[At the same time, you realized something else.]

[That is, Artorius in front of you seemed to regard you as a gate guard.]

[Unable to determine whether he had seen you burying the body, you decided to check if he was carrying any weapons to reduce the risk.]

[You asked to search him.]

"Search, search me?"

For some reason, after hearing Ian's request, Artorius's expression became a little embarrassed.

This made Ian suspicious.

"What? Do you think it's not allowed?"

"If you want to enter the capital, you should accept this kind of inspection."

"Unless—"

Ian's eyes became sharp.

"You have some unspeakable secrets on you, then I might have to call someone else over."

Ian's words were very effective.

After he said that, Artorius immediately shook his head in denial.

"No, there's no such thing."

"Please... please start."

After saying this, Artorius spread his hands, making a cross shape, looking like he was at someone's disposal.

Just then, a few guards passed by.

Worried about being exposed, Ian had to bite the bullet and search Artorius.

Fortunately.

He was a knight himself, and he was very familiar with this process.

Ian bent down and began to replicate the bits and pieces of memory in his mind.

He started searching from the legs.

What Ian didn't expect was.

Although he was called a youth, Artorius's legs were slender and tight, and vaguely, he even had the illusion of returning to the first time he touched Morgan's legs.

However, Ian wasn't interested in any body other than Morgan's.

He glanced at Artorius suspiciously, and the other party avoided his eyes with a slightly guilty conscience.

His hand continued to move upward, soon reaching the vicinity of the buttocks.

The touch was still that extremely subtle disharmony—why would a youth have such an excellent streamline under his clothes, like a woman?

"Say your name again."

"Artorius."

Ian remembered this was obviously a male name, and his hand moved towards the waist.

Soon the perfect waist touch replaced the tightness of the buttocks.

The touch on both sides was enough for Ian to imagine what kind of figure was under the clothes.

—An inward-contracting curve, wide at both ends and narrow in the middle.

Ian's suspicion had reached its peak.

His hand moved up little by little, the final destination being the chest.

If his suspicion was correct.

Then there would be absolutely unhideable female characteristics here.

At that time, killing Artorius in front of him wouldn't be difficult—after all, with this kind of disguise, no matter how he made up the reason for killing him, it wouldn't be too much.

However—

Ian's hand touched an extremely desolate area.

If he had to use something to describe this desolation, perhaps the plain where war horses galloped smoothly would be the best choice.

No matter how he groped, he could only sigh with barrenness.

This was more like a male's situation.

Ian realized that he had made a misjudgment.

"Excuse me... is it okay now?"

Artorius's face turned red because of Ian's search, and the apples were no longer so bright in comparison.

"Sorry."

Ian immediately withdrew his hand and apologized.

"It's okay." Artorius forced a smile. "You did it out of caution."

"So, can I go in now?"

"..."

Ian was still worried about whether the other party had seen something he shouldn't have.

If it weren't for the other guards who appeared from time to time, he would have drawn his sword at Artorius now.

[You were seriously thinking about what to do.]

[You quickly got the answer.]

[Since you couldn't do it here, you would do it somewhere else.]

[You suggested to Artorius that you wanted to help her into the city.]

[The other party was surprised, but still very grateful to accept your help.]

[In this way, you took the wooden cart full of apples from Artorius, and you walked towards the royal capital.]

[In the eyes of the guards, you had another good reputation for being helpful.]

[But only you knew that these apples would sleep with Artorius in the ground.]

"You are really a good person."

Artorius put his hands together and said to Ian beside him.

"By the way, can you tell me your name? I want to know what kind of name a person like you would have."

"..."

"Ian."

"Ian." Artorius nodded thoughtfully. "Looking at them, you are a knight, right?"

"Yes."

"Then in that case—!" Artorius's voice was a little louder.

"Goo—"

Artorius touched his stomach a little embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten since this morning."

"Then I'll treat you to a meal."

"Eh?" Artorius blinked his green eyes as deep as a sea of trees. "Is that okay?"

"Yes."

Ian nodded and said with a smile.

"After all, there won't be such an opportunity in the future."