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

"But if we say—"

“If Senior Ian had already chosen you before I met him, I would have no complaints.”

"after all……"

Mashu looked up and gave a rather forced smile.

"I really don't have any strengths."

"..."

Looking at Mash like this, Ophelia realized even more what Ian meant by what he had said back then.

Prolonged loneliness has left her in a state of utter insecurity.

"no."

Ophelia shook her head in denial.

"We don't have that kind of relationship."

"I'm not interested in him, I just wanted to help him out."

"so--"

"The kind of thing you think it is doesn't exist."

"Eh?"

Mashu looked up.

Her eyes were filled with a light of surprise.

"Miss Ophelia, is this true?"

"real."

"I see..." Mashu blushed slightly, her eyes and brows showing her joy.

"Senior Ian is still the same Senior Ian."

"that is really good!"

Looking at Mash, who was completely different from before, Ophelia felt a mix of emotions.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Mashu, do you have those kinds of feelings for Ian?"

"Eh?"

Perhaps this is the first time I've been asked about my deepest feelings.

Mashu seemed very embarrassed.

However, she nodded firmly and replied in a rather shy voice:

"Yes... there are."

really.

But Ophelia wasn't surprised at all.

After all, Ian had attacked her with the excuse that he "wanted to sleep with Mash."

Even though I know he doesn't really want to sleep with Mashu, their relationship is definitely not superficial.

"But Mashu—"

Ophelia looked at the petite pink-haired girl in front of her.

"You and Ian haven't known each other for very long, have you?"

Yes, yes.

Mashu glanced at Ian beside her, then quickly looked away.

"But every second I spend with Senior Ian makes me feel very happy."

"I've never tried anything like this before."

"So I……"

Mashu didn't continue.

But Ophelia could completely understand that feeling.

It's like suddenly seeing something you really like while you're shopping.

There were no signs, and no explanation could be given.

But the moment I saw it, I knew it was the one I liked.

but--

Ophelia felt it was her duty to remind Mash.

"Um, Mashu."

"Although saying that might be a bit of a mood killer."

"But... the real Ian might be very different from what you see on the surface."

"I'm worried you won't be able to accept it when the time comes."

"Well, I know."

Mashu glanced at Ian again, then looked back at Ophelia.

She whispered her "secret" in a tone as if she were talking to a close friend.

"Miss Ophelia, please don't tell anyone else."

"Actually... you're quite a lecherous person."

At this point, Mashu clutched her chest, as if recalling something.

"He has touched my breasts twice already."

"..."

To be fair.

If Ophelia had heard Mash say such things before she met Ian, she knew she would most likely have said he was being a scoundrel.

But the cool sensation beneath her made her realize that Ian actually had no such intentions.

After all, even when he was physically disabled, the only way he could choose to pull weeds was in a way that made him feel ashamed.

So it seems he's not even willing to discipline her...

Eh? !

Ophelia blushed.

no? !

What am I thinking?

Why does it sound like I've willingly accepted all of this?

"That's it..."

Ophelia pressed down on her skirt, concealing the secret of her changed body.

"pretty good."

"If they have these kinds of thoughts about you, it might be a precursor to the next step."

Damn.

What are you talking about?

but--

Seeing Mashu's happy expression, Ophelia felt that this might not be so unacceptable.

Just as Ian said.

What right does a "hypocritical" person who doesn't change anything have to condemn a "despicable" person who brings pleasure?

But is it really right to let things develop unchecked?

This is much harder to answer than the Clock Tower quiz.

Ophelia covered her forehead, looking quite troubled.

At that moment, Ian, who had been in a slump for a long time, suddenly stood up.

“Mash, Ophelia.”

"Hey, senior, are you alright?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"Here, this is for you—"

Mashu pulled out a cell phone.

"I noticed yesterday that you don't seem to have a way to contact other people yet, so I specially went to get one for you today."

"...It already contains my number!"

"Senior Ian, please feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything!"

"..."

Ian took the things Mash handed him.

"Thank you, Mashu."

"You're welcome! I'm glad you found it helpful!"

"Yes, it really comes in handy."

Ian looked at Ophelia beside him.

"Please leave your contact information."