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

as predicted.

There were things she had set up in advance hidden there.

Ian took it off and placed it in front of Ophelia.

"Give."

"you?"

Ophelia looked at the memory card placed in front of her, somewhat at a loss.

"what do you mean?"

"It's nothing," Ian shrugged. "Since you're so eager to get dirt on me, isn't this just what you wanted?"

"Are you giving me charity?"

"No, I just wanted to put your mind at ease."

"..."

Looking at the memory card in her hand, Ophelia hesitated for a moment before finally putting it back into Ian's hand.

"I do not want it."

"Since it's been discovered, take it away, so it doesn't seem like I enjoy photographing this kind of thing."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"Next time I'll definitely find a way to make sure you don't notice."

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"What's that look in your eyes?"

“It’s nothing,” Ian sighed. “I was just wondering if the same result would have occurred if I had communicated with you seriously from the beginning.”

"Maybe... we can even become friends?"

“Who would want to be friends with you?!” Ophelia said, covering her skirt and blushing.

"A pervert who starts by doing that kind of thing!"

"That's right."

Ian didn't seem to mind her anger too much.

"That's settled then. We still need to go with Mashu to pick up that confused Fujimaru Ritsuka today."

"Wait a moment."

Ophelia took Ian's hand.

"Actually, I have something else to say."

"What?"

"……Thanks."

"Thanks?"

“Hmm.” The top student magician nodded. “If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I would have been able to see the ‘Clarent’ up close.”

"This may become a regret in my magician career."

"besides--"

Ophelia looked between Ian's legs.

She recalled the sensation from that time.

"I also bear some responsibility back then, I..."

"Has she never touched it before?" Ian interrupted her.

"Yeah, that's right... Wait, no! I touched it... No, that's not right either, how should I put it!"

"In short, she's a virgin in every sense of the word," Ian said, getting straight to the point.

Is that what you meant?

"Why do you always say things that are so hard for me to accept!" Ophelia gritted her teeth.

"But--"

Ian moved closer to Ophelia.

“It’s not strange at all—you love magic so much, you certainly don’t have time to think about these things.”

"And Ophelia, since you've said that, I actually want to tell you something too."

"Wha, what's the matter?"

"that is--"

Ian pressed down on Ophelia's head.

"If you hate Sundays, you can always come to me on that day and vent your anger to distract yourself."

"Sleeping all day indoors is not a good habit."

"How did you know?" Ophelia asked, somewhat surprised.

"Don't worry about it."

“Anyway,” Ian extended his hand to Ophelia, “I welcome you to do so.”

Looking at the hand that was being extended toward her, the girl, who came from a family of magicians, hesitated for a while before finally taking it.

"Okay, this is what you said."

Ophelia was unable to use her Magic Eye to foresee what kind of relationship she and Ian would ultimately have.

But at least for this moment.

She hoped it wasn't an enemy.

But then again——

Ophelia looked at the other person.

It started when he said I could visit him on Sunday.

Suddenly, I felt that this man wasn't so terrible after all.

"By the way... is it okay if it's not just about throwing a tantrum?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Ian suddenly felt that he and Ophelia would become friends in another form.

106. Fujimaru Ritsuka's Long-Awaited Arrival (4,000-word chapter)

Somewhere in Chaldea.

Mash held Fou and Mordred on the platform, watching the snow falling from the sky.

However, the two people have completely different mindsets at this moment.

"The snow is so beautiful!"

Mashu watched the snowflakes swirling down from the sky like silver leaves, and her violet eyes revealed undisguised joy.

"If you see snow like this later, you'll definitely like it very much."

"Fufu, don't you think so?"

"Fu..."

With Ian gone, no one could understand what Fou was saying.

However, judging from its slightly wagging tail, it probably shares a similar opinion with Mashu.

On the other hand, Mordred displayed a completely different attitude.

She placed her hands on her hips, watching the snow falling from the sky, her green eyes, "borrowed" from Artoria, revealing a sense of unease.

"I mean, do you all like snow that much?"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, Mash looked at Mordred beside her, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Don't you like snow? It's so beautiful."

"It looks good, really."

Mordred pursed his lips.

"But once it snows, the wheat ears in the fields will get cold, and if we're even less lucky, the harvest will be poor the following year."

"So rather than any pretty snow, I'd rather have sunny weather."

"..."

The difference between modern and past perceptions was thus laid bare before Mashu.

She had actually planned to say something like, "It's abnormal that it doesn't snow in Antarctica," but then she thought it wouldn't be a good idea.

The girl lowered her head and thought for a while, then came up with a new answer.

"That--"

"Now you don't need to be afraid."

"Don't be afraid?"

“Yes.” Mashu nodded. “Because times are always progressing. Now, even if it snows heavily, there won’t be any talk of a poor harvest.”

"Do not worry!"

"As long as I'm here—"

"You absolutely cannot go hungry! I'll buy you as many fries as you want, just like before!"

"..."