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

She seemed to think her actions weren't very noticeable—but in reality, Ian had seen everything.

But he still didn't want to say anything more.

Because that doesn't make sense.

"Is there anything else?" Ian asked. "If not, I'll head back now."

"and many more."

Ophelia reached out and stopped Ian.

“Ian, do you remember me telling you that if you want to become a real magician, there’s still a lot you need to do?”

“Of course,” Ian smiled slightly, “that’s why I’ve been working hard all along.”

Ophelia knew he wasn't lying.

When this guy gets really into it, he's more ruthless than anyone else.

“Ian, in that case…”

Ophelia looked at him.

"When the opportunity arises, you can come back to the Clock Tower with me."

"The Clock Tower?"

Ian pondered the name for a moment.

"I remember that's where you studied. Going there is..."

Are you asking a question you already know the answer to?

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her speechlessly.

"That's obviously to test whether you're qualified to join the Clock Tower—but you'll have to be available."

"really."

Ian nodded.

"Thank you then, Ophelia."

"You agreed to this pretty quickly!"

"..."

"..."

"So is there anything else?"

"you……"

Ophelia looked at a corner of the room again, then seemed to have made up her mind.

"Don't you want to do something else with me?"

As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, Ian pushed her onto the bed.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest delay.

It looked as if he had expected her to say those words all along.

The butterfly-like ribbons were skillfully untied, revealing the pair of precious treasures to the magician.

Above this treasure, there was a black fabric used to cover it, as if to prevent it from falling out.

Ophelia is below;

Ian is above.

The two looked at each other, but their thoughts were completely on different wavelengths.

Knead;

Pulling;

The variability of a sphere is demonstrated by Ian.

This should have been a scene of utter humiliation, but at this moment, Ophelia's lips curled up slightly.

The more unrestrained the man's hands were, the more victorious she felt.

because--

She finally outsmarted him this time.

In this small room, there is a machine recording all of this.

This guy would never have dreamed he'd fall into such a trap.

In this way, I will have the leverage over him.

This is a complete victory.

however--

Ian's next words shattered Ophelia's thoughts.

"Is this enough time?"

"..."

"Duration? What duration?" Ophelia answered somewhat guiltily.

Don't play dumb with me.

Ian looked at her and answered expressionlessly.

"Isn't there a camera you installed over there filming us?"

"Eh?!"

Ophelia never expected Ian to say such a thing.

"Where?! Where is it?!"

Why would I set up something like that?

"Because you want to find something on me."

"..."

They even stated the reasons exactly.

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her as if he were the one with futuristic vision.

But she didn't want to admit defeat.

Ian, however, was not worried about Ophelia's condition—he had a way to deal with her.

His fingers slid over the magician's twin treasures until they stopped at the junction of the left and right sides of the black silk fabric.

"I'll give you three seconds."

"If you don't admit it, I have no idea what will happen next."

"three."

"two."

"one."

“I admit it!” Ophelia shouted. “I did it.”

Ian then stopped.

He gently pulled the fabric that was about to be torn off back into its original position and tied the bow for Ophelia.

"Yes, that's good." Ian was satisfied.

The plan was completely exposed.

Ophelia wore an extremely defiant expression.

"When did you find out?"

"...around when we first came in?"

Ian tidied Ophelia's hair, which had become a little messy earlier.

"Miss Ophelia, are you aware that you've been looking in the same direction the whole time?"

"..."

Ophelia looked puzzled.

Am I that obvious?

"Of course there is. Otherwise, how would I have discovered it so quickly?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ophelia hesitated for a long time before finally speaking:

"Since you already know, why did you still..."

"Because it feels really good to the touch."

Ian stood up.

"It's small and very cute."

"you!"

Ophelia blushed.

But the moment their eyes met again, she immediately realized that he was deliberately making this kind of joke.

"You're such an annoying person!"

Ophelia grabbed a pillow and threw it at Ian.

After catching it steadily, the latter replied:

"Yes, I know I'm pretty annoying."

Ian put the pillow he was holding down to the side, and then walked over to the spot where Ophelia had been watching.