"Um?"
Artolis' words stunned Ian for a moment.
"Want me to mount?"
"Yes." Although Artolis' voice was small, his tone was very firm.
"Mr. Ian, I hope you can mount your horse."
Even without looking back, Ian was sure that Kay was staring at him.
"No."
"Artolis, I can't do this. Knights will not let others ride on their horses when fighting."
"But this is not a battle."
Artolis, who was sitting on the horse, was still actively seeking consent.
"Mr. Ian, don't you usually allow those in need to get on your horse?"
"..."
Ian didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Seeing this, Artolis continued;
"Mr. Ian, let's think about it from another perspective. This is my first time riding this horse."
"Just think of it as taking me to know it!"
"..."
Now that the words have come to this point, Ian knows that it would be a bit rude if he refuses any more.
"I see."
"Then let me introduce you to it a little bit."
"Great! Thank you, Mr. Ian!"
[To be fair, although Artolis and Morgan are vaguely similar, you can't say that you can't tell the difference between them. ]
[There's only one thing you like to hold on to on a horse—and that's Morgan's waist. ]
[So even if you are on the same horse as Artoris, you still keep a certain distance from him. ]
[However, Artolis seems unwilling to have such a clear boundary with you. ]
"Mr. Ian?" Artolis turned around, "Please sit over a little further, okay?"
"It's a little far away if you're like you are now."
"That's enough."
"No!" Artolis shook his head, "Not enough!"
"I want to learn from you the correct way to handle this horse."
"..."
"I see."
Ian felt his head hurt - he realized that his solution to the problem by sending the horse was not so perfect.
But it's not all bad - at least it's a good excuse.
He can use Artolis's name to leave.
"Then take a seat, Artolis."
"I want to show you the majesty of the British army horses!"
"Um!"
Artolis blushed slightly, and carefully placed his index and middle fingers on Ian's hand like ants climbing a hill.
After seeing that the other party was not too disgusted, he completely took his hand up.
"Such warm hands..." Artolis murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear.
"It would be nice if it could last longer..."
[You didn't hear Artoris's soft prayer. ]
[After taking the reins from his hand, you just hope to get rid of Kay's surveillance as soon as possible. ]
[Actually you did it too. ]
[As a general who has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, it is not difficult to control such a war horse, even if it is accompanied by one person. ]
[The horse's hooves crossed the stream and crossed the grass. ]
[You took Artolis on a refreshing ride and got rid of Kai's surveillance. ]
Tick tock.
The horses' hooves rise and fall on the grassland, leaving traces of footprints.
Artolis's face was already as red as fresh apples during the autumn harvest, tinged with excitement.
"Is this the limit of this horse?" he asked.
"No."
Ian tightened the rope a little, which made the horse go a little slower.
"My riding skills are not perfect. If there is a better knight to control it, I think it will be better."
"It might be you, maybe."
"Then Mr. Ian..." Artolis looked at his and Ian's hands together, and opened his lips lightly.
"Can I give this horse a name?"
"Of course." Ian smiled slightly, "I have already given it to you."
"You can do whatever you want with it."
"Then I want to call it Eaststallion!"
"Good name." Ian replied with a smile, "Then Artolis, can you let go of my hand?"
"Eh? I'm sorry!"
Only then did Artolis realize that it was not that Ian was not disgusted, but that he just didn't say anything.
He quickly took his hand back, but there was still a lingering look in his eyes - he liked the feeling of two people holding hands together.
"Mr. Ian..." Artolis asked again cautiously.
"What's wrong?"
"Am I... the first person to ride on the same horse as you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"No, it's nothing!" Artolis waved his hands and quickly explained, "Because this feeling of galloping on a horse makes my heart beat faster."
"So I was wondering, have you done something similar before?"
"Leading people on horseback?"
Ian thought about it for a while, then shook his head in denial.
"No, never."
This is not to make Artolis happy.
After all, when riding on the same horse as Morgan, he didn't dare to gallop like he did just now.
So in a sense, Artolis was indeed the "first" to do so.
"This!"
Artolis' eyebrows slightly raised - that was a true expression of happiness.
"Am I actually the first?"
"Mr. Ian, then I am really lucky!"
"Really?" Ian's hand gently rubbed the back of Artolis' head.
"Then I don't think you are so lucky, Artolis."
"Mr. Ian, what does this mean?"
"Your hair is loose again."
"Eh?"
When Ian said this, Artolis touched his back and realized that his hair had broken free due to the galloping of the horse just now, and was scattered into the shape of a kelp band.
And the rag originally used to bind the hair was gone.
"This..."
Artolis felt a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian, for acting like an embarrassment in front of you again."
"Well enough."
Ian let go of Artolis's hair, but his tone was as calm as ever.
"I just want to know why you still use that piece of cloth to wrap your hair? Obviously...it's not suitable for this use, right?"
"Uh.…"
Artolis lowered his head, his face slightly red.
"Mr. Ian, this is something you gave me after all. How can I throw it away casually?"
"..."
Ian hesitated for a while, as if he had made up his mind.
"Actually, Artolis, you'd look pretty good if you didn't tie your hair up."
"Yeah?"
Artolis turned around, his beautiful long golden hair swaying like waves.
"Mr. Ian, do you really think so?"
Ian nodded.
"Well, it's really beautiful."
"So Artolis—"
"Are you really not a girl?"
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