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"Aside from body aches, there's nothing seriously wrong."

Ian patted Mash's head.

"Didn't we already say that he suffered multiple soft tissue contusions, a broken hand, and a mild concussion? He shouldn't have died like that."

"and--"

"If you're so worried, why don't you come in with me?"

"This one……"

Mashu glanced at the room door beside her.

“I’m afraid that if there are too many people, it will make her feel pressured.”

"You're really kind, Mashu."

"So what exactly happened?" Mordred asked, pouting and looking puzzled.

"Master, have you found out why she was the one piloting the helicopter?"

"..."

Mordred's question was also the question that Mash was concerned about.

After all, it was very strange for Fujimaru Ritsuka to sit in the driver's seat at that time, both emotionally and logically.

It's not surprising that the girl was puzzled by this.

Seeing the two people looking at him, Ian did not hesitate.

This is nothing to hide—after all, it's an incident, and everyone will find out sooner or later.

"Mash, Mordred."

"Here's the thing."

Over the next few minutes, Ian recounted everything he had learned from Fujimaru Ritsuka to the two people in front of him.

Their expressions grew increasingly surprised as the story unfolded.

"This……"

Mashu blinked her beautiful, violet-like eyes.

"Senior, how could someone suddenly fall into a deep sleep like this?"

"Hmm...maybe it's because I'm tired?" Mordred replied, scratching his face.

"I've tried it before because I was too sleepy while playing."

"Then he started to doze off, and eventually fell off the tree he was sitting on!"

"..."

Ian shook his head.

"I don't think that's the case."

"After all, according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's description, they did not have a gradual process of falling into a deep sleep, but rather 'suddenly fell into a deep sleep'."

"Mordred, you should understand the difference between the two, right?"

"That's it..."

Mordred nodded.

"It seems they are indeed not the same thing."

Listening to this conversation, Mashu pursed her chin and began to think seriously.

Suddenly, she realized a possibility.

But this possibility was so absurd that she found it somewhat unacceptable.

Almost instinctively, Mashu looked at Ian beside her, hoping to gain some courage to support her point of view from his attitude.

But what the girl didn't expect was that when she looked at the man, he was already looking at her.

Mashu's face immediately turned red.

He then hurriedly said "senior" and immediately lowered his head.

However, Ian did not end the exchange of glances there; he spoke up:

"Matthew."

"I've seen you think about this for so long, you must have some ideas, right?"

"If you don't say it, it'll be like all this time has been wasted."

"But--"

Mashu hesitated.

"I think my idea might be a bit absurd and might make the seniors laugh."

"There's nothing funny or not funny about it."

Ian stared directly at Mash in front of him.

Whether something is absurd or not is not determined by one person.

"Only by expressing it and allowing others to participate in the judgment can we make a final definition of it."

Before that—

"All ideas are mere speculation about it."

“Mashu, I don’t want to see you fall into this kind of self-doubt.”

Ian's words gave the girl immense courage.

She nodded, and then said:

"Then, senior, let me share my thoughts."

"Go ahead."

“I think it’s because of magic,” Mashu said, revealing her thoughts directly.

"Magic, magic?"

Mordred was puzzled.

"Where did this magic trick come from?"

"Hmm...I don't know either."

"but--"

Mashu looked at Ian in front of her.

As long as he's there, I'll have enough courage.

"If the magic was set up on the helicopter before it went out."

"Will this achieve the desired effect?"

"To set up related magic on a helicopter?"

Mordred became more and more confused as he listened.

"According to the initial statement, wasn't that thing called a helicopter supposed to be used to bring Fujimaru Ritsuka back?"

"Was this kind of magic trick set up to kill her?"

"..."

"..."

Mordred realized what he had just said.

"Master, Mash."

"Could it be that he's really planning to kill her?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, based on current reasoning, I tend to support Mash's view."

"However, it might need to be revised again."

"It wasn't magic that was cast on the helicopter, but rather on the people from Chaldea on board."

"Let them fall asleep at a specific time."

The principle is actually not difficult to understand.

It can be called a coincidence that someone suddenly falls asleep.

However, if everyone, including the helicopter pilot, is asleep, then it's definitely not that simple.

It has a wide range and high accuracy.

The only thing that can do this is magic.

And because Fujimaru Ritsuka herself was not affected.

Therefore, rather than Mashu saying that "magic was applied on the helicopter," a more reasonable explanation is that magic was applied to someone other than Fujimaru Ritsuka.

But this raises a new question—

"Why would you do that?!"

Mordred shouted it out.

"Isn't she a Master candidate, just like my Master?"

"If we kill her on the way, wouldn't that be the opposite of our original goal? There's no benefit in that!"

If Mordred could figure it out, Ian and Mash certainly knew it too.

The man had already thought about this for a while.

"It's very simple."