In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"Senior!"

"That's what I was trying to say!"

"I thought you understood, but it seems that's not the case."

"It's okay, I can drink it all by myself!"

After saying that, Mashu patted her chest—as if to prove that she really could do it.

However, the girl was still somewhat saddened.

Was it just a mistake after all?

I thought he really wanted to do that...

But what happened next was completely unexpected by Mashu.

Ian picked up the frozen drink on the table and slightly adjusted the position of the two straws so that they were aimed at himself and Mash respectively.

He smiled and began to speak:

"You're not mistaken."

"I really want to try its taste."

"Mashu, can you stay with me?"

"Eh--?!"

Of course, that's not the truth.

Ian had no intention of "wanting to try couple's drinks".

He simply noticed that when the couple's frozen drink was placed on the table, the gaze that had been watching him from somewhere suddenly stirred with excitement.

It seems its real target should be Mash.

So--

The task at hand is quite obvious.

Make the other party reveal their true colors because they get excited.

That's the real purpose.

"Okay, okay!"

The two then enjoyed their couple's drinks.

The blushing girl was unaware that the man sharing the same drink with her was thinking about something else entirely.

correct.

My judgment was correct.

That gaze reacted even more strongly.

That would make things much simpler.

A cold smile flashed across Ian's face.

The girl's inner fantasies gradually come true in this process.

She felt treated like a boyfriend by Ian.

The physical contact between the two became much more intimate than before, amidst Fufu's constant muttering.

When the meal was over, Mashu almost instinctively followed Ian back to his room.

Fortunately, Fufu stopped it in time.

"Senior." The girl's face was already as red as it could possibly be.

"Today's mealtime was truly delightful."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Ian stared directly at Mash, who had already taken Fou back with her.

"So, what about today's simulated battle..."

“Since you have a need, I won’t report it for now!” Mashu replied.

"That's good. See you tomorrow, Mashu."

"Ok!"

The girl walked away with a happy expression on her face.

Ian's expression gradually turned serious.

He felt that the gaze was still upon him, and after pondering for a while, he walked towards a corner.

Soon, a figure followed.

But this figure never expected it.

As I turned the corner, the lights started flashing.

Immediately afterwards, a sword was pressed against his throat.

Ian looked at her and said coldly:

"I said Miss."

"Following someone is really annoying in real life."

95. Another member of Group A – Ophelia Famsolone (4,000-word chapter)

Standing in front of Ian was a girl with long brown hair.

She was slightly taller than Mash.

Matching this height is an even more upright posture under the black and white uniform, exuding an aura of confidence.

Even now, with Ian holding the Excalibur Galatine, a sword of victory extracted from her memories, to her throat, she remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

Although her breasts are slightly less than Mashu's, her beautiful waist and hips perfectly make up for this deficiency.

She should have been called an absolute beauty—if it weren't for the eyepatch covering her right eye.

Facing the sword Ian held to her throat, she showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, she looked at Ian with her unobstructed blue right eye.

Then, she slowly raised her hands, making a gesture of surrender.

"Just a passerby."

"I didn't have any intention of following them; I just happened to be here."

"..."

It must be said that she has chosen the optimal solution among all possibilities.

Although on the surface, the Excalibur Galatine, pressed against her throat, seemed to be threatening her life.

But if you think about it carefully, you'll realize that this is simply not true.

This is Chaldea, located in Antarctica.

All necessary supplies need to be transported in by helicopter.

Even if they were to actually make a move now, there's absolutely no way they could escape in their mortal form.

The other side must have considered all of this, which is why they chose this seemingly passive surrender.

This person's skill level is quite impressive.

but--

I'm not one to be trifled with either.

Ian sensed the state of the Excalibur Galatine in his hand and knew it was about to disappear.

This is something extracted from memory; it cannot be physically retained in one's possession indefinitely.

three.

two.

One.

The last second before disappearing.

Ian withdrew his grip on the sword and then casually tossed the soon-to-disappear Excalibur Galatine to the ground.

The moment it made contact with the ground, the duration of its ability reached its limit.

The Excalibur Galatine sword turned to ashes in an instant, then shattered into particles and began to dissipate.

In this way, it's as if you've taken the initiative to resolve everything.

Under the other person's slightly surprised gaze, Ian smiled slightly and pretended to apologize.

"I'm sorry, it seems I did misunderstand your behavior."

"So--"

"Let's just say goodbye."

Disguise is not her exclusive privilege.

If she can pretend, then of course I can pretend too.

Anyway, I don't want to have any contact with her, so breaking up like this won't hurt me.

Seeing Ian preparing to leave, the unfamiliar girl became restless.

She immediately spoke:

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Ian turned around.

"Hasn't the misunderstanding been cleared up?"