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

Mash is no longer worried about Ian's behavior.

After all, Ophelia had just admitted that she had no feelings for Ian.

Is there any problem with leaving contact information like this?

But Ophelia had a bad feeling—she felt that Ian had to do something.

really.

After adding each other's contact information, Ophelia saw a message from Ian on her phone.

"Don't go anywhere tonight, wait for me in the room."

"I also have a question for you about summoning Morgan!"

100. If I became a magician, would I be able to meet her? (4,000-word chapter)

Late at night, in room 016.

Ophelia was sitting on her bed, waiting anxiously.

If there's anything in her life she deeply regrets, then meeting Ian is definitely one of them.

This guy doesn't seem to have any intention of letting me go.

Their methods of doing things are truly exceptional.

Ophelia had no idea what would happen if things continued like this.

But now one thing is certain.

That means that I have actually fallen into a state of being "isolated".

Leaving is impossible, but even if I wanted to ask for help, I didn't know what to do.

What will happen next...?

to be frank.

Ophelia, caught in the crossfire, was somewhat frightened—this was the first time she had felt this way since leaving the Clock Tower.

Just now.

The phone that was placed on the bedside table lit up.

Ophelia picked it up with trembling hands, and then saw the name she least wanted to see.

Ian Pendragon.

He sent himself a message.

"I've arrived, please open the door."

"..."

Ophelia dared not refuse him.

Because she knew that the other person was acting somewhat abnormally.

Her hand reached for the doorknob.

There was a click.

The door opened.

Ian just stood there in the doorway.

"Can I come in?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yes...of course you can."

As Ophelia said this, she made way for Ian to come in.

There was a snap.

The door closed again.

"This looks much better."

Ian said this as he looked around the room.

"Ophelia, what do you think?"

"……I have no idea."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"What do you want? Tell me quickly."

"..."

Ian turned around and looked at Ophelia in front of him.

"Are you afraid of me?"

In the phrase.

Ophelia's eyes widened slightly.

But she didn't know if directly expressing her feelings would anger the other person—the best way was to keep it hidden.

"I... am not afraid of you."

"really?"

Ian moved closer to Ophelia, who kept retreating until she was against the wall with nowhere left to go.

The man placed his hands on either side of the top student magician's ears.

"answer me."

Are you actually afraid of me?

Her voice is very pleasant, and it also has a strange gentleness about it.

If Ophelia hadn't known it was meant to intimidate her, she thought she might have actually come to like the voice.

But now, she can't take it anymore.

It felt like caterpillars were crawling in my throat, finally surging out and forming words I had to say.

"Yup!"

"I'm just scared, so what?!"

"You've been keeping me on my toes all day, can't you at least let me feel scared for a moment?!"

"Ian, you're a madman!"

Ophelia blurted out all her thoughts at once.

She was doubly suppressed in both physique and magic, and even her magic eye was useless. She knew that her words would definitely cause significant consequences.

But I just couldn't take it anymore—the mental pressure was just too much.

However, the final result was beyond Ophelia's expectations.

Ian was silent for a moment, then gave her a hug.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm acting a little strange."

"But I just want to make sure you can help me."

"you……"

Ian's attitude left Ophelia somewhat bewildered.

However, she's not the kind of person whose mind can be thrown into disarray by a hug.

He remains an extremely dangerous presence.

"Then let me go, I need to change my clothes!"

“Okay.” Ian did not object.

In the bathroom.

Ophelia looked in the mirror, panting heavily.

She thought she had understood Ian.

But now it seems that's not the case.

It seems——

We need to be firmer later.

Ophelia touched the spot that had been shaved clean and made up her mind.

She changed back into her pajamas and left the bathroom. Just as she was about to act on her inner thoughts, she witnessed an unexpected scene.

Ian was holding a book and looking at it very seriously—it was a magic book on the bookshelf, obscure and difficult to understand.

That furrowed brow was proof of the strain.

"what are you doing?"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her and asked, puzzled.

"Oh...you're out."

Ian closed the book in his hand and looked at Ophelia.

"I'm just trying to see how much I can understand."

"..."

"And the result?" Ophelia asked after a moment of silence.

"I basically can't understand it. I don't even understand what those symbols mean."

"Pfft."

Ophelia couldn't help but laugh.