I Want to Tell You

Artorius appeared on the streets of Camelot once again.

She was dressed in thick clothes, holding the reins of Dun Stallion in her hand, and her delicate face made her a bit more gentle.

She was looking at everything around her curiously—an expression that only someone who hadn't entered the city for a long time could show.

Ian felt that something was wrong.

Artorius, why did she enter the city at this time?

[Sensing the abnormality, you instinctively wanted to avoid Artorius.]

[But everything seemed to be destined.]

[Artorius asked passers-by for news.]

[All the coincidences converged into inevitability in an instant.]

[The crowd on the street had intricate steps, but they were able to "make" a path between you and Artorius.]

"Lord Ian?"

"Isn't that the one in front?"

"It seems to be true!"

[After thanking her, Artorius hurried towards you.]

"Mr. Ian!"

A familiar voice sounded behind Ian.

At such a close distance, there was absolutely no way to pretend not to hear it.

Ian turned around and saw an excited young girl's face.

"It's really you, Mr. Ian!"

"..."

The more excited Artorius was, the more troublesome Ian felt now.

He had put all his thoughts on the king's election, and had no extra energy to deal with anything else.

However—

The necessary hypocrisy was still necessary.

"Oh... long time no see, Artorius."

Ian looked at the crowd around him and smiled slightly:

"Let's find another place to talk."

[You asked someone to park Dun Stallion in the best stable for her.]

[You took her to the biggest tavern in the city.]

[Everyone's eyes were focused on you and Artorius until you slightly pulled the knife out of your scabbard, which made them retract their gazes.]

[You wanted to get rid of Artorius as soon as possible.]

"Eat whatever you want, you don't have to be polite with me."

Ian looked at Artorius in front of him with a hypocritical smile. No one would have thought that he had countless thoughts of killing her.

"Well..."

With the previous "lesson", Artorius restrained a lot this time. Not only did she not have the wildness of eating and drinking, but she also restrained her movements a lot.

"By the way, Artorius, what are you here for this time?" Ian asked.

"Are you selling apples again?"

"No, no, no!" Artorius waved her hands repeatedly. "The courses in this area are over, I don't need to sell apples anymore!"

"And—"

Artorius untied a small bag from her waist and put it on the table.

Inside were golden ears of wheat.

"Mr. Ian, I saw a lot of wheat fields along the way. Did you send someone to plant these?"

"...More or less."

"Sure enough!" Artorius looked happy. "I knew Mr. Ian must have listened to me carefully!"

"..."

Although he knew that Artorius didn't mean that, Ian always felt a little uncomfortable.

He changed the subject.

"By the way, why isn't Kay here?"

"He probably hasn't entered the city much, right? Why don't you take this opportunity to come?"

Hearing this question, Artorius turned her face slightly and muttered in a low voice:

"I did it on purpose."

"Because although my brother is indeed a very good person... he is very noisy."

A very real reason.

So that Ian didn't know how to refute it.

"That—"

"Artorius, what exactly are you here for this time..."

Getting to the point, Artorius was a little more excited than before.

"Mr. Ian, you should know the legend of the Red Dragon, right?!"

"..."

A flash of displeasure flashed across Ian's face, but he quickly restrained it.

"Oh, I've heard of it. As long as you pull out the sword stuck in the stone, you can become the new king of Britain."

"That's right!" Artorius nodded seriously.

"So I want to try it too!"

"Artorius, do you mean you want to become the new king of Britain?"

"I can't say that..." Artorius's fingers rubbed uneasily.

"Mr. Ian, you gave me Dun Stallion and the sword, allowing me to become a knight."

"Since I'm a knight, I have to try this kind of thing, right?"

"But Artorius, so far, no one has been able to pull the sword out of the rock."

"It doesn't matter!" Artorius replied with a smile. "They are them, I am me!"

"As a knight, it's impossible to choose to retreat without even trying, right?"

[You know that Artorius is a person who does what she says.]

[You know even more how difficult it is to pull out the sword—you have tried it in the dead of night when no one knows.]

[Logically speaking, a girl like Artorius shouldn't be able to pull out the sword.]

[But you always feel that this common sense will be subverted.]

[This is not the first time you have encountered this kind of thing.]

"Mr. Ian."

Artorius's voice called Ian back.

"Sorry, I was distracted, what's the matter?"

"That is—"

Artorius looked a little nervous.

After a moment of hesitation, she mustered up her courage and said to Ian:

"You don't seem to want to see me do this."

"..."

"Nothing like that." Ian smiled slightly. "As a knight, you are willing to try this kind of thing, which is naturally great."

"Why wouldn't I want to see you do this?"

[You lied.]

[But Artorius didn't seem to notice.]

[She seemed to take it as encouragement from you.]

[She adjusted her sitting posture slightly and tidied her hair.]

[She looked at you, and her tree-sea-like eyes had a bit of clear courage.]

"Mr. Ian, there is actually one more thing I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"I like you."

Artorius blushed, but said this very firmly.

"Artorius, are you kidding me?"

She shook her head.

"I'm not kidding."

"After you left, I seriously reviewed this issue."

"In the end, I found that whether it's the me I recognize or the me you recognize, there is no disagreement on this matter."

"So—"

Artorius looked at Ian in front of her, her eyes filled with the clearest feelings of a girl.

"Can you come to witness my sword-drawing tomorrow?"

"I want to complete a regretless attempt in your sight!"