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

But she quickly suppressed her smile.

"It's normal that you don't understand. You're not from a magician's family. If you were self-taught, you would be the new leader of a magician's organization."

"but--"

Ophelia stared at the book in Ian's hands.

"What are you looking at these for?"

"I want to be a magician."

"Ok?"

Ophelia pinched her cheek, and after confirming she hadn't misheard, she said:

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding."

"If what you say is true, then the simulated battle cannot achieve my goals."

Ian stared at the astonished top student magician.

"If I become a magician, I'll be able to see her, right?"

Just as Ophelia was about to say, "What are you dreaming about?", she was met with Ian's incredibly serious expression.

He wasn't joking.

He really intends to do that.

Sensing this, Ophelia could only temporarily suppress her suspicions.

"Are you serious?"

"You, don't you remember that you don't have any magic circuits at all?"

Magic circuits are the foundation of a magician's skills.

Its quantity, quality, and precision determine the strength of a magician's abilities.

If there were no magic circuits at all, Ophelia couldn't even imagine what price one would have to pay to "become" a magician.

"I know."

Ian spoke without the slightest hesitation.

"But I still decided to do it."

“Ophelia, you are the only one who can help me.”

"you……"

Ophelia took a few steps back.

"Why do you think I will help you?"

Do you really consider me your friend?

"Of course not," Ian replied with a wry smile.

"So this is a deal."

"As long as you help me, we will have nothing to do with each other after this."

"..."

Ophelia hesitated for a moment before replying:

"you sure?"

"I am sure."

Finally hearing that there was a chance to escape her nightmare, Ophelia didn't think any further.

"it is good."

"That's what you said!"

In the quiet of the night, the two made a secret agreement.

This is a magician's learning journey starting from scratch.

In order to get rid of Ian as soon as possible, Ophelia did not hold back any of her learning experiences and taught them all to him.

She had thought this would be a very difficult process—after all, the other party didn't have any magic circuits at all.

If you want to learn magic in this way...

It's roughly equivalent to sending a newborn baby to participate in a triathlon.

But in reality, Ian's performance was far better than that.

At least he is not as devoid of magic as he appears on the surface.

"You mean, the sword from that day was a projection of your memories?"

Ophelia concluded.

"This ability is called projection?" Ian asked rhetorically.

"Pretty much. There may be other names, but it's generally correct to call it projection."

"Is there a way to keep them forever?"

"Of course not possible."

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Projection is simply a magic trick that uses magic to present the objects you have touched in the form of a mirror image."

"When the magic is insufficient, it will naturally disappear."

"Moreover, given your situation, I'm afraid that as the number of times you activate it increases, the projected things will gradually deviate from your hazy memories, eventually becoming something that only has the same name."

"So that's it..."

Looking at Ian's thoughtful expression.

Ophelia couldn't help but ask another question.

"You're not thinking of projecting something weird, are you?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to project people, but now it seems that won't work."

"Isn't that obvious?!"

Over the next month, Ophelia witnessed another side of Ian.

That was the man's unwavering will.

"It's very late, do you still want to continue watching?"

Ophelia looked at Ian, who was sitting on a chair nearby reading a book, and asked him this question.

"Mm." The man nodded.

"Then why don't you go back to your room and look?"

"I think this place has a better atmosphere."

"..."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

It's about time.

At most, she'll fall asleep on her own in another half hour.

however--

When Ophelia woke up, she found Ian still there, just as he had been when she fell asleep, looking at the obscure book.

She exclaimed in surprise:

"Didn't you sleep all night?"

"Oh...it's already morning."

Ian rubbed his eyes.

"I need to go see Mashu today."

This isn't the first or second time.

For more than a month, Ian did this almost every day.

Finally, one day, Ophelia couldn't stand it anymore.

One day, as he was about to leave, she grabbed him and stopped him.

"You'd better stay here and sleep quietly tonight!"

"I don't want anyone to die in my workshop!"

Ever since.

Ophelia then encountered Mash, who looked very anxious.

“Um, Miss Ophelia.”

"My senior didn't reply to my messages today. Do you know where he went?"

In response, Ophelia could only give Mash a vague and ambiguous answer.

"Perhaps he'll sleep in his room."

"You'll get back to me in a little while, don't worry."

"Is that so? That's wonderful!"

Once behavior becomes regular, time will fly by in the process.

A month passed quickly.

Ophelia summarized Ian's situation.

He truly lacks any of the magic circuits a magician should possess.