Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 46. Not a Boy, but a Girl

[Artorius heard your question.]

[He showed a look of surprise.]

[You could sense that your words had caused a huge shock to him.]

[You realized that you had stumbled upon a secret.]

"Sir Ian, that's not true!"

Artorius waved his hand, his long, beautiful golden hair swaying back and forth like small waves.

"How could I be a girl? You must have misunderstood something!"

"..."

Ian did not believe Artorius's words at all.

Because the other person didn't dare to look him in the eye, and his body trembled slightly.

This expression couldn't have been clearer—it was a sign of insecurity when something didn't align with the truth.

Ian decided to take a bolder step.

He wasn't a good person after all, so there was no need to adhere to any high moral standards in this situation.

Clarifying the situation with Artorius was the most important thing.

"You say I misunderstood?"

Ian reached out to touch Artorius's body.

"Artorius, do you really think so?"

"..."

[Artorius didn't answer you.]

[But with the experience from Morgan, you immediately noticed a small change in his body.]

[You sensed that he didn't actually reject you.]

[You realized that maybe you could take another step forward.]

"Not going to answer me?"

Ian's gaze followed from Artorius's slender waist upward, finally stopping at his chest.

He vaguely remembered the feeling of inspecting the body under the guise of a search — at that time, it had been impossible to distinguish between male and female.

Was it the same now?

Ian continued to think for a long while.

Indeed, he could sense it—

Although the development wasn't much, there were clearly curves, just hidden because the clothes weren't tight enough to reveal them.

This was a completely different sight from muscles — it was the essence of youth.

No doubt about it.

Ian could be completely sure that Artorius was a girl.

Just a girl hiding it very deeply.

He needed her to admit it.

"Artorius."

Ian's voice was low, but still clear, the kind of tone that, once heard, made one immediately feel the seriousness in him.

"You don't need to deny yourself."

"As a girl, you're truly very beautiful."

It was unclear which words had touched Artorius's pride, but the person who had been silent before now began to shake his head in denial.

"No... Sir Ian... I'm not a girl... I'm Artorius... the son of Ector."

One could not help but admit, Artorius's mouth was truly very stubborn.

But this only piqued Ian's interest even more — more precisely, it made him eager to see her surrender.

The more someone refuses to admit something, the more they will feel the complete collapse when they finally have to give up.

"No, you're not the son of Ector."

"You're a very beautiful girl."

As Ian said these words, he looked at the clothes Artorius was wearing.

She had intentionally chosen outfits that were not too extravagant, hiding his true identity.

Ian gently touched her chest, his fingers lightly sensing the surface of her skin.

Artorius's skin was very soft.

Touching it felt like smooth milk being poured over a rising hill, gently pressed with a resilient quality like gummy candy.

"This is evidence that you're a girl, and now I hold it in my hands."

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

Artorius wanted to deny this, but the sound that came out was not convincing.

"Sir Ian... I'm not a girl..."

[You feel somewhat incredulous.]

[Even at this point, Artorius still refuses to admit everything.]

[You think there might be a deeper secret behind this.]

[But you don't stop there.]

[After all, you still have many tricks up your sleeve.]

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

"You're a beautiful girl, but refusing to admit your own charm is such a waste."

Ian slightly closed his hand, holding Artorius tighter than before.

But his action was not rough — it was simply a gentle caress, with no further intentions.

Ian's fingers softly stroked her white skin, as smooth as plaster.

"Artorius, admit it."

Artorius was completely no match for Ian in this matter.

Under this pressure, her body gradually leaned back, resting against Ian's chest.

Her hands slowly dropped, like a puppet without its strings.

She tilted her head, her lips looking somewhat pale, appearing very confused.

But Artorius still tried to hold on to her stance: "No... I'm not a girl... the other person said so... at least not right now."

The other person?

Ian felt like he had touched upon some hidden secret behind Artorius.

He knew he had to take another step forward.

'Princess, please forgive this sacrilege.'

Ian prayed in his heart.

His gaze was like that of a scout, tracing along Artorius's waist, then gradually moving down.

He observed up close.

He reached out to touch—

As expected, there was nothing.

In terms of body structure, there was no doubt now; this was a woman.

Ian's finger provided him with the most accurate information.

His other hand was not idle either, continuously adjusting Artorius's position to keep her from falling off the horse.

The area his finger had touched was turned over and over, unsettled.

Artorius had been completely captured, her entire body now fully immersed in Ian's embrace, her face full of joy as she felt everything.

Her small body trembled with happiness, the intensity and frequency of her trembles correlating to how tightly Ian held her.

She let out vague sounds, only some syllables could be vaguely heard, but nothing that formed a full sentence.

Ian, with his rich experience, had fully taken control of Artorius, becoming her true controller.

"Artorius, can you admit it now?"

"You're really a girl."

After Ian said that, he hugged her even tighter.

"Artorius, am I right?"

However—

Even though she had completely fallen into Ian's arms, Artorius still resolutely clung to her original words.

She whispered in a weak voice: "No... Sir Ian... I'm not like that... really not like that..."

But Ian was not stirred by this.

No, something was wrong with Artorius.

No matter how serious the outcome might be, it was time to act.

He did not change his expression, withdrew his hand, then, with no unnecessary movements, touched the scabbard at his waist.

[You are preparing to kill Artorius while she is in a state of joy.]

[But just then, a few petals fly by.]

[Afterward, you sense a warning from the flying petals!]