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Three.

Ophelia felt incredibly ashamed, but there was nothing she could do to resist.

Moreover, once the body starts to tremble, you will hear Ian's voice, which is clearly laughing but feels chilling.

"Don't move."

"Otherwise, I don't know what might happen."

Yes.

Ophelia had truly become a wheat field.

A wheat field that only Ian can harvest at will.

This is a long process.

As the last blade of grass broke, Ophelia finally caught her breath.

The pride of being an honor student and a candidate for Master of Group A has vanished.

She felt incredibly lucky to be able to lie here quietly like this.

But Ian showed no sign of letting her go.

He came before her and showed her the harvested produce.

"It's all clean now."

"Just like this room."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ophelia shook her head, looking both ashamed and frightened.

Just then, the alarm clock rang.

Ian glanced at the clock and realized it was already six o'clock the next day.

"You usually get up this early."

"As expected of a powerful magician and a candidate for Master of Group A."

"But today—"

Ian reached out and stroked the clean garden that he had meticulously trimmed.

Under Ophelia's gaze, he spoke:

"I think you might need to change your plans for today."

"Hmm... why don't you make friends with Mash in front of me?"

"please."

"An excellent and clean magician."

98. Ophelia, caught in the crossfire, a trio in a simulation battle (4,000-word chapter)

On the walkways of Chaldea.

Mashu, who was waiting against the wall, looked at Ian and Ophelia walking side by side and seemed a little lost.

"Senior Ian."

"And Miss Ophelia."

"..."

Ophelia was somewhat surprised by Mash's words.

"you know me?"

“Yes.” Mash nodded. “Miss Ophelia is an honor student in the Clock Tower’s Spellcasting Department, and also the 16th of the 49 Master candidates in Chaldea.”

"I remember you used to hate a certain day of the week."

“Sunday,” Ophelia replied.

"Oh, right, it's Sunday."

"Sorry, I forgot." Mashu looked quite embarrassed after being corrected.

Seeing her like this, Ophelia's expression was somewhat complicated.

All 49 Master candidates had discussed other people they knew in private, to varying degrees.

Ophelia, who possesses the Delayed Eyes, is no exception.

Mash is someone who should not be approached too much within the scope of what is observable—ideally, not at all.

But as Ian said...

Ophelia harbored a kind of "hypocritical" attitude towards Mash—her Mystic Eyes told her she shouldn't approach Mash, but Ophelia also felt that Mash's solitary appearance was not right.

So the final result was that Ophelia secretly observed Mash while simultaneously rejecting anyone who tried to approach her.

did not expect……

It turns out that Mashu had already memorized her.

It should be noted that, under the influence of the Demon Eye's omen, the two of them had very few opportunities to interact.

Looking back now, it's incredibly ironic.

Ophelia looked at Ian beside her.

Does this guy understand all of this, or doesn't he understand all of this?

She could no longer tell which situation it was.

But it seems that, regardless of the former or the latter, his attitude towards Mashu was somewhat condescending.

“Um, Miss Ophelia.”

Mashu's voice came.

"W-what's wrong?" Ophelia, having regained her senses, looked at the pink-haired girl in front of her with a hint of apology.

"that is……"

Mashu glanced at Ophelia, then at Ian beside her, her brows furrowing in a troubled expression.

Why are you here?

"Ah."

Perhaps realizing that this might be a bit impolite, Mashu quickly added another sentence.

"I don't mean to blame you, I just want to know why!"

Mashu asked a very simple question.

But Ophelia couldn't give such a simple answer.

The reason is simple.

She was dragged here by Ian.

This guy wasn't going to let me off the hook—so he just confiscated my lace bra and all the other things I was supposed to wear underneath.

But he carefully dressed himself in all the clothes except for those items.

This has led to the current situation:

He looks exactly the same as usual.

But actually, it's a vacuum inside.

The clothes rub against my skin, and it feels chilly if I walk a little faster.

Although as long as she doesn't do anything reckless, she won't do anything that would damage her reputation, what she's done now is enough to make Ophelia feel ashamed.

I simply can't answer any questions.

However, Ian seemed to have anticipated that Mash would do this.

He explained with a smile:

“Mash, Ophelia is here to help us.”

"Helping us?" Mashu asked, puzzled.

"Yes, Mashu, you also know that Ophelia is an excellent magician of the Clock Tower, right?"

Ian looked at Ophelia beside him.

"She is an outstanding and clean magician."

"If we could get her help, it would definitely be much more efficient."

Ophelia knew that the despicable man in front of her was reminding her of something.

She was both ashamed and angry, but there was nothing she could do.

Mashu, unaware of the truth, looked at Ophelia with gratitude.

"I see!"

"Thank you, Miss Ophelia!"

Mashu, who clearly knew nothing, was thanking her sincerely.

Ophelia glanced resentfully at the man beside her—he still wore that fake smile as always.

Why would someone like that exist?

She couldn't figure it out.

Ophelia knew that she couldn't pretend she hadn't seen what Mashu was doing.

"it's not a big deal."

"I'm just doing what I can."

"No, no, no!" Mashu waved her hand. "You're the only one besides your senior who's willing to come over and offer help!"