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"that."

Her throat moved slightly.

"I actually have something else I want to talk to you about."

"Shall we talk?"

"..."

"Row."

Ian is never afraid of trouble coming his way.

Moreover, his intuition told him:

This girl may be aggressive, but not too aggressive.

On benches along a walkway somewhere in Chaldea.

"Give."

The girl who bought two bottles of water threw one of them at Ian.

The bottle traced a parabola in the air before landing steadily in Ian's hand.

"What's your name?"

The brown-haired girl unscrewed the lid and sat down next to Ian.

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then decided there was no need to hide such a thing.

"Ian Pendragon".

"what?"

The girl coughed lightly a few times.

"Is he a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

"Before you asked me that question—"

Ian looked at the girl whose face showed a hint of surprise.

"I think it would be better if you introduced yourself first."

"..."

They probably thought Ian was right.

This time, the girl didn't hesitate and immediately gave her name.

"Ophelia Famsolone".

"Can you answer me now?"

"You... are you a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

Ian did not answer the question, but simply smiled.

However, this was enough to mislead the girl who claimed to be Ophelia.

“I never thought there really were such people…” Ophelia muttered to herself. “I thought this surname had disappeared from the world long ago.”

"maybe."

"But there's only one thing I want to know."

Ian steered the conversation back to the main point.

"What do you want from me? You can't just be asking for my name, can you?"

"Wouldn't that be a little boring?"

"of course not."

Ophelia shook her head.

“Ian.” Her expression turned somewhat cold as she covered her right eye.

"What exactly is your relationship with Mashu?"

really.

It felt exactly the same as what I experienced while dining.

Ophelia was more concerned about Mash than herself.

Everything is within the scope of the prediction.

Ian answered calmly.

"Ophelia, before I answer that question, shouldn't you also tell me what your relationship with Mash is?"

"of course can."

Ophelia made no attempt to back down.

She put one hand on her hip and explained with a touch of pride.

“I am Ophelia Famsolone, a former member of the Clock Tower’s Necromancer Division.”

"Currently, I am one of the 49 Master candidates in Chaldea, Group A."

“And Mashu—”

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Like me, you are also a Master candidate belonging to Group A."

"From a moral standpoint, I feel it is my duty to confirm her safety, as she is also in Group A."

"So, please answer my question."

Ophelia spoke softly, but her voice carried a hint of restraint—she seemed eager to get the answer to her question from him.

But Ian is no pushover.

The more the other person wants to know the answer to this question, the less he should reveal it so soon.

"Ophelia, this kind of morality doesn't make logical sense, does it?"

Ian did not appreciate the other party's explanation.

"After all, if you truly uphold such a code of ethics, why didn't you come over when Mashu was here?"

"not to mention--"

“Mash never mentioned your name to me.”

He directly points out his "intimate" relationship with Mashu.

Make the other party realize that "identity fraud" won't work with you.

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"..."

Ophelia could naturally sense that the other party did not accept this statement.

She scrutinized Ian from head to toe, her only visible blue eyes seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

After a long silence, Ophelia finally spoke again:

"Okay, there's really no morality involved."

"I just think you shouldn't be around Mash,"

"There has to be a real reason."

Ian smiled, but his words lacked the corresponding friendliness.

"To think that I would believe such a statement out of thin air is to be underestimating me."

I know Ian isn't easily fooled.

Philia explained directly once again.

"Don't you know that Mash's status here is very special?"

"Very special?"

Ophelia nodded: "It seems you really don't know."

"I don't want to explain anything unnecessary."

"In short, I suggest you stop contacting her from now on. This will be a good thing for both of you."

"That's it-"

Seeing Ian's thoughtful expression, Ophelia thought he had listened to her, but she didn't expect to hear a completely opposite answer the next moment.

"Then it seems—"

"I might need to spend more time with her."

"you!"

Ophelia was getting anxious.

"Didn't you understand what I just said?!"

"understood."

Ian did not avoid Ophelia's gaze.

“But I have my own ideas, so I can’t act the way you expect.”

"You really do have ulterior motives."

“Of course I have ulterior motives,” Ian smiled slightly.

"I want to trick her into sleeping with me, understand?"

This was certainly not Ian's true thought.

After all, if he really had those kinds of thoughts, he would have started looking for opportunities long ago.