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

Mashu clasped her hands together and made a praying gesture in front of her chest.

"There shouldn't be a second place yet, right?!"

"Please look at me carefully!"

"I will work hard!"

After saying that, Mashu ran away with a blush on her face.

Her voice then came again:

"Senpai! In a few days, the belated 48th Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka, will finally arrive at Chaldea!"

"Could you please come with me to pick her up?"

Mordred didn't hear Ian's reply.

Because her attention was still on Mashu's last words.

"The second most important person?"

"Does that mean you want to be with your father?"

"and many more--"

"Is she trying to become my mother?!"

105. Ophelia's "Seduction" Plan (4,000-word chapter)

A few days later, in front of Ophelia's door.

Ian knocked on the door with the sign "016" on it.

Not like before.

This time, it wasn't him who approached Ophelia first; rather, she sent him a message via her phone.

"Come to my room for a moment."

Strictly speaking, this seems to be the first time she has done this.

There was a snap.

The door opened.

Ophelia stood there, looking at Ian with a cautious expression.

She spoke coldly:

Did you come alone?

"Mordred, she wasn't with you?"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"Whether she followed me or not, shouldn't you, as a magician, know best?"

"Too."

Ophelia made way for Ian.

"come in."

There was a snap.

The door closed again.

Ian looked at the clean and tidy room and sighed with admiration.

"Ophelia, you're not actually incapable of tidying up your room, are you?"

"I haven't been here for the past few days, but everything is still fine here, isn't it?"

"..."

Ophelia turned her face away.

Even if you praise me like that, I won't be very happy.

"Ok, I know."

Ian turned around.

"So this is not a compliment, but simply a description of the facts."

"besides--"

"What do you want from me? As you'd like, we shouldn't be in contact anymore."

Just as Ian said.

With Ophelia's help, Ian "successfully" summoned the Servant Mordred.

Although it was not entirely consistent with his original purpose, he still kept his initial promise and never came to her room again, even intentionally disappearing from her sight.

This made Ophelia realize.

He probably has absolutely no interest in himself.

They only take action to achieve their goal.

Thinking of this, Ophelia's face darkened, and she looked very unhappy.

"What kind of attitude is this...?"

Do you find seeing me repulsive?

As Ophelia spoke, her gaze kept drifting towards a corner of the room.

Ian noticed this, but didn't say anything.

He shrugged.

"Of course I don't mind seeing you."

“I’m just worried that you’ll feel uncomfortable seeing me—in that case, it would be better not to appear in your sight in the first place.”

"Stop it."

Ophelia immediately refuted this.

"You're not that kind-hearted... you must have other ideas."

"Other ideas or no ideas at all."

Ian stared directly at Ophelia in front of him.

"Miss Ophelia, you didn't call me here just to give me a lecture, did you?"

“If that’s the case, I think you could probably do it directly on your phone.”

"After all, that one can hear the sound too—don't worry, I won't hang up on you."

Ophelia, of course, could understand the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

He was indicating that he wanted to speak frankly.

She cleared her throat and then said:

"By the way, Ian, did you know that there's some extra magic attached to that sword?"

"A sword? Mordred's?"

“Yes.” Ophelia nodded.

“It’s not surprising that they have magic,” Ian said, looking at her. “After all, they are ‘Servants.’ Didn’t you say that their appearance is simply a form of magic?”

"Logically speaking, that is indeed the case."

Ophelia went to the bookshelf next to her, took down a book, and quickly flipped to a page to check something.

“Ian, but this kind of magic is not something Mordred himself possesses.”

"Are you saying that someone cast a spell on that sword, and then made it come to my side as a 'Noble Phantasm' along with a 'Servant'?"

"you……"

Ophelia frowned slightly.

How did you know what I was going to say?

"Because I've thought about this question too." Ian didn't hide his reason.

"Ophelia, are you worried about me?"

“Who’s worried about you!” Ophelia closed the book and glared at Ian.

"Stop being so self-righteous."

"I'm just afraid that this kind of unknown magic might bring about some unpredictable changes."

"Then you can rest assured."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"I assure you, there is no danger in the magic on this sword."

"Are you serious?"

Ophelia looked at him with a hint of suspicion.

"Of course I'm serious."

Ian made no attempt to avoid the other person's gaze.

"When have I ever joked with you?"

Ophelia gave a cold laugh.

"Yeah, you're so pragmatic."

"This kind of boring thing is really not something you would do."

At this point, the top-performing magician glanced again at the spot he had previously spied on.