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

Chapter 29. Instinctive Decision

[Faced with this situation, you struggle to make a decision.]

[But your body, driven by some instinct, begins to act immediately.]

[Before you realize it, you've already rushed forward, grabbing Artorius' hand tightly.]

Ian didn't understand why his body chose to act this way.

He only knew that he was now clutching Artorius' hand.

The handsome young man dangled precariously from the edge of the city wall, like a fallen leaf blown there by the wind.

Why did he do it?

Ian had no idea.

In the past, he always acted from the perspective of maximizing Morgan's interests and never questioned his decisions.

But this time, he chose a path he shouldn't have taken.

Why?

"Mr. Ian..."

Artorius' voice pulled Ian out of his thoughts.

He instinctively looked at him and suddenly understood everything.

Due to the earlier commotion, the ribbon tying back Artorius' hair had come undone, spinning through the air, tracing arcs before falling.

His soft, golden locks spread out in the wind, like delicate willow branches dancing to a poetic rhythm.

For a fleeting moment, Ian thought he saw Morgan in front of him.

At last, he understood why he had this inexplicable feeling toward Artorius—a thought that only arose when he thought of Morgan.

Their appearances... seemed to bear some resemblance.

Ian felt a surge of strength in his arms.

"I'll pull you up right now."

[Though Artorius had an impressive appetite, his small frame remained surprisingly light.]

[Leaning against the portion of the wall that hadn't collapsed, you hauled Artorius up with all your might.]

[Once out of danger, he clutched his chest, panting heavily.]

[But then, as if remembering something, he suddenly moved toward the edge of the crumbling wall again.]

[You quickly grabbed him.]

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

"Do you want to fall again?"

"It's not that!" Artorius shook his head adamantly. "I just wanted to check if anyone had been hit by the falling stones."

"Because if they were, they'd need help immediately."

"....."

Artorius' words left Ian unsure of how to respond.

Thinking it over, it made sense—it was exactly the kind of thing Artorius would say. After all, he was someone who could share his rations with others even when starving, choosing to endure hunger himself.

"Artorius, if you keep trying to take care of everyone, there will come a time when you can't manage it all."

"Instead of waiting until you collapse, it's better to focus on what you can handle first. That's the best choice."

"Step aside. I'll check."

Ian spoke as he gently pushed Artorius away from the dangerous edge.

[Rather than Artorius, you carefully observed the situation below the crumbling city wall.]

[Unbeknownst to you, your words had a profound impact on Artorius.]

[He would remember them.]

[Fortunately, the situation wasn't as dire as expected.]

[It wasn't a peak hour for entering or exiting the city, and this wasn't one of the main gates of the capital.]

[While the wall had collapsed, there were no major damages—aside from the fact that Artorius had almost fallen.]

"No issues here," Ian said after confirming the scene.

"No one was crushed, just a few new holes in the ground. With this, can you relax now?"

"I see..." Artorius exhaled in relief.

"That's good. If someone had gotten hurt because of me, it would've been terrible."

"But—"

Artorius glanced toward the large breach in the wall, looking slightly uneasy.

"About the compensation for that..."

"Heh." Ian put his hands on his hips. "You might have to sign yourself into servitude to pay it off."

"This..."

Artorius hesitated, then nodded earnestly.

"I understand. I'll do my best to work off the debt."

"You really believe that?" Ian didn't know what to say to Artorius at this point.

"How could that possibly be true?"

"The wall hasn't been maintained in ages, and people coming up here nearly losing their lives—that's the disgrace we knights should bear. How could anyone ask you to compensate for that?"

[You thought this would ease Artorius' concerns.]

[But instead, you noticed your words plunged him into silence.]

[You sensed he had something he wanted to say.]

"Artorius, if something's bothering you, just say it," Ian said. "Keeping it to yourself won't solve anything."

"..."

Artorius raised his head, looking directly at Ian.

"Has Britannia situation really deteriorated this much?"

"That even the maintenance of the capital walls goes unattended..."

Sometimes, the smallest details can reflect the true nature of a situation.

The collapse of the city wall wasn't just because it hadn't been maintained—it hinted at a lack of manpower, insufficient resources, and many other underlying issues.

It's like spotting a single cockroach—there might actually be hundreds hiding around you.

Artorius clearly understood this.

This made Ian realize that while Artorius appeared unassuming on the surface, he had certainly been well-trained in the ways of a knight.

However, Ian didn't directly answer Artorius' question.

Instead, he ruffled Artorius' hair and said with a smile:

"Artorius, do you know your hair a mess?"

"Eh?!"

Artorius touched the back of his neck and, noticing that his hair tie was missing, looked slightly flustered.

"This..." He seemed a little embarrassed.

Seeing him like this, Ian calmly reached into the pile of items he had bought for Artorius and pulled out a piece of fabric.

He neatly tore off a strip and handed it to Artorius.

"Here, use this for now."

"Thank... thank you..."

Artorius hesitantly accepted the fabric from Ian and skillfully tied it around his head.

The long, disheveled golden hair was soon gathered neatly into a ponytail.

"Sorry," Artorius said after tidying up his hair. "I must have looked so messy in front of you."

"It's fine."

Ian didn't press further on the matter.

In truth, his mind was still lingering on Artorius' earlier question.

"However, what I want to tell you is that the current state of Britannia might not be ideal."

"But things will definitely change."

"Change?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "One day, Britannia will change under the leadership of a true king. I've always believed this."

"A king to lead..."

Artorius nodded as well.

"You're right, Mr. Ian."

"One day, Britannia will change."