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"otherwise--"

"Perhaps we'll have to pay an equal price."

97. Ophelia's Punishment (4,000-word chapter)

"..."

Although Ian's voice was calm, it sent a chill down Ophelia's spine.

This Master candidate who dared to say he wanted to sleep with Mash in front of him was not as gentle and normal as he appeared on the surface.

But none of this was caused by lust in his mind.

Failed.

He shouldn't have been allowed into his "workshop" in the first place.

But Ophelia had no chance to regret it at this point.

Because Ian was right in front of her.

That was within arm's reach; escaping or driving him away was absolutely impossible.

"what happened?"

Ian still wore that kind smile.

"Why have you gone quiet?"

"..."

Ophelia instinctively tried to take a few steps back to keep her distance from Ian, but he grabbed her hand.

Even with her confidence, she was somewhat afraid at this moment.

"Ian...who exactly are you?"

"Who am I?"

Ian smiled calmly.

"Didn't I say that?"

“I am Ian Pendragon, and like you, I am one of the 49 Master candidates chosen by Chaldea.”

"Didn't you already know that from the beginning?"

"But you don't have any magic circuits at all!"

Ophelia glared at the other person.

"Someone like you could never possibly perform magic!"

"Why exactly were you chosen by Chaldea as a Master candidate?"

"Yes, why were you chosen?"

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him; her expression was smiling, yet it seemed somewhat frightening.

"I have indeed been thinking about this question, but I haven't gotten any answers."

"So I need someone to give me the answer."

"otherwise--"

Why should I come here?

"..."

Ophelia's unconcealed blue eye was trembling.

The pride I felt as a top student was crumbling little by little.

She realized she had to break free from her current situation.

The way to make this possibility a reality is entirely within our grasp—it lies in our own right eye, which is currently covered up.

The eye mask was definitely not worn to look cool.

Instead, it is necessary to hide the gem-grade magic eye—the Delayed Magic Eye—under that pitch black!

It can observe all possibilities, reaching a level of future-oriented vision.

At the same time, being able to fixate on something that has been observed once can actually be the worst-case scenario in the process of delay.

Although it may be a little late now.

but--

If you use it, there will definitely be another chance.

"I will not see its shining."

Ophelia softly chanted the incantation—this was the way to activate the Mystic Eye.

I won't let someone like that get caught!

A red light emanated from the Delay Demon's Eye, quickly enveloping the room in this state of observation.

I'm a magician from the Clock Tower, how could I lose to someone who doesn't even have magic circuits?!

As long as I can delay that worst-case scenario, I have a chance to turn things around!

however--

What happened next left Ophelia completely stunned.

she was.

He had absolutely no idea what kind of future would emerge if he and Ian continued like this.

Not only are the worst outcomes that we need to avoid completely unobservable, but even the good aspects that should have existed have disappeared from where they should have been observed.

This means that the Delayed Eye is completely unable to delay itself or any future it might touch.

in other words--

This guy probably doesn't even have a concept of "future" at all.

Can this person still be called a human being?

Ophelia realized that she was coming into contact with some indescribable being.

Are their eyes glowing?

Ian said with a smile.

He reached out and gently removed the other person's blindfold.

"Red eyes...so beautiful."

"who are you?"

Ophelia asked the question again.

"Why...why is my Mystic Eye ineffective against you?"

"How can there be someone who doesn't have a future?!"

"Eh...is that so?"

Ian gently brushed aside the hair in front of Ophelia's right eye.

"Then it seems I can no longer be called a human being."

"Oh...maybe it's because I've been rooted in the past?"

"Miss Ophelia, which of my explanations do you prefer?"

Upon hearing this, Ophelia's eyes were filled with fear of Ian.

"Let me go, you madman!"

"Let you go!"

Ian looked around, his gaze finally settling on Ophelia's bed.

It was a very clean bed.

Black pillow, white blanket.

There was a small alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Okay, I'll let you go in a bit."

After saying that, Ian picked Ophelia up and put her on the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

Ophelia looked at Ian with a hint of despair.

"nothing."

"Didn't you say you'd let me go? Well, now you've let me go, haven't you?"

"But you're clearly still looking for something!"

"Yes."

Ian took out a small knife from the things he had packed for Ophelia, and also took the black lace bra that Ophelia had hidden.

"Letting you go is one thing."

"But countering that idea of ​​using the inspection to vent one's own selfish desires is another matter entirely, isn't it?"

“Miss Ophelia, I do not enjoy having that kind of contact with you.”

"so--"

Ian walked toward Ophelia.

"I have to make you pay some price, don't I?"

"you!"

Ophelia wanted to say something more.