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Ian began to think about what it said.

If it was about venting anger, then it's highly unlikely to have happened before or during the time before the transmigration to Chaldea.

After all, he had absolutely no connection with Fufu back then, let alone any desire to vent his anger.

So--

Did this happen during the simulation?

There's only one possibility left.

Speaking of which——

Ian looked at Fou in front of him.

From the first moment I saw it, I had a subtle sense of déjà vu.

Looking back now, it seems to have been caused by something I had witnessed in a simulation.

The color of snow.

A blue pleated cape with a small red bow.

This is a combination I've definitely seen somewhere before.

correct!

It's Merlin!

Isn't that guy's outfit the same color scheme?!

The mere mention of Merlin intensified Ian's menacing aura, causing the corridor lights to flicker.

It took him a while to calm down, and he finally spoke, suppressing his anger:

"Fufu."

"You wouldn't happen to have some kind of relationship with that bastard named Merlin, would you?!"

Ian believed he already harbored deep enough resentment towards Merlin.

But he didn't expect that when he mentioned this name, Fufu in front of him seemed to have a completely different soul in an instant.

Matching this feeling was the frantically flashing light on the corridor ceiling.

That was an even more terrifying performance than Ian's earlier.

"Fufu! Fufufu!"

Fufu's fur stood on end, and the sound she made turned into a low growl.

"You said, 'Don't associate yourself with those guys who have to die, you'll get angry'?"

Just that one sentence.

Ian is now certain that his connection with Fou is entirely due to Merlin.

"Yeah, this guy has to die!"

"So I kept killing him over and over again until he hid and was too scared to come out!"

"Fu?"

Fufu looked at Ian in front of her, her expression turning to surprise.

"Fufufu?! Fufu!"

"How did I do it?! Tell me now!"

Ian answered with a serious expression;

"That's of course the simplest and most direct way."

“Pick up the sword and stab it into his body. Stop when he screams and give him a chance to escape.”

“When his wounds had almost healed from running, I plunged the sword into his body again, cut open his flesh, and made as many cuts as possible. When he was in great pain, I stopped again.”

"This process repeats itself endlessly."

"I'll show him what it means to have an inescapable fate!"

Ian spoke through gritted teeth, without a trace of hypocrisy.

This was a deep-seated resentment that never disappeared until everything was over.

Upon hearing all this, Fufu looked overjoyed.

"Foo! Fufu!"

"'Good job, that's really a satisfying thing'?"

"Fufufu!"

"As a reward, you must answer my questions properly?"

"Fufufu! Fufufu! Fufufu—!"

"Take ten steps forward, then extend your right hand and stop there, and you'll get a high-quality answer—?"

Although this answer was indeed puzzling, Ian could tell that Fou wasn't lying to him.

He stood up and walked forward as Fufu had asked.

One step, two steps... ten steps.

It was a crossroads.

Ian stopped there and stretched out his right hand forward.

puff.

A soft sensation came.

It felt almost exactly like the accident that happened when I first arrived at Chaldea.

"Ah—!" came the girl's surprised cry.

"why is it you again!"

90. Even Fufu is ashamed of her ability to interact with the opposite sex (4,000-word chapter)

"that……"

The pink-haired girl covered her chest, looking quite conflicted.

"If possible, please don't greet me by touching my chest, okay?"

"This makes me feel..."

The girl glanced at Ian across from her, her expression complex.

"It makes me think you're a scoundrel."

He spoke his judgment very gently, and Ian felt as if his heart had been pricked with a needle and then covered with a band-aid.

He glared at Fufu, the "culprit" beside him.

But this guy didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with doing it.

no way.

Ian could only accept his bad luck—he couldn't very well say that it was all Fou's doing, could he?

That would only sound like a pathetic excuse.

He sincerely apologized.

"I'm sorry, although I know you probably won't accept my explanation."

"But I still want to tell you something—this really was just an accident."

"..."

The pink-haired girl blinked her beautiful, violet-like eyes, hesitated for a moment, then smiled sweetly and nodded.

"I understand."

"In that case, let's treat it as an accident."

The sudden contrast made Ian somewhat worried.

"Although it may be offensive, if you have any criticisms you want to express, there is no need to keep them to yourself."

"After all, although I apologized, I was still wrong in essence, and I am willing to accept any blame you may have."

"Nothing."

The pink-haired girl shook her head.

“I think… since Fufu didn’t show any malice towards you, I’m willing to believe that this was all an accident.”

Upon hearing this, Ian noticed that Fou had somehow moved closer to his feet.

If it weren't for that previous conversation, it would indeed look like a docile pet to Ian at this moment.

This made him realize something:

For her, Fufu might hold a very important place in her heart.

But in any case, if the other party is willing to forgive you, there is no need to delve into the reasons behind it.

After all, he needed her help, and now he had just happened to run into her.

I have to try and get on their good side.

"Okay, you're such a kind girl."

"By the way, I don't think I know your name yet. Can you tell me now?"

"Oh, sure!"

The pink-haired girl composed herself and then spoke in a serious and earnest tone:

"I am Mash Kyrielight, a member of Chaldea, the organization that safeguards human rights. Nice to meet you!"