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

Her mouth opened slightly, revealing a surprised expression.

"Wait a moment!"

You're saying someone wants to kill me?!

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “That’s the preliminary assessment.”

"But something's not right!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed a little anxious.

"Anderson clearly told me it was a 'high-paying job'! How could it be life-threatening?"

"But he never said this job was safe, did he?"

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's pupils dilated slightly in an instant.

Only then did she realize that she had been "tricked".

"But why is this invincible being trying to kill me?!"

"Because it's not just about killing you."

Ian calmly stated his analysis.

"To be more precise, all the 'Master candidates' who have come here in different ways, like you, could be targets."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been quite happy, suddenly turned into a beady-eyed person.

"That……"

"Is it too late for me to leave now?"

"I'm afraid you won't dare to go when the time comes."

"Don't you dare?"

"Ah."

Ian's gaze fell on the gauze on Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead.

That is proof of this incident.

"This is Antarctica."

"If you want to get out, you'll have to take another helicopter ride."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka reacted quickly.

She may not be wary, but that doesn't mean she lacks the ability to think.

People dare to sabotage helicopters that arrive, let alone those that leave.

"Then am I just waiting to die?"

"I would never accept such a thing!"

"Yes, I don't accept that either."

Ian looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of him.

That's why I'm here again.

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the man in front of her, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke:

"Are you here to save me?"

"save you?"

Ian smiled and shook his head.

“I’m not such a noble person; I wouldn’t take on the responsibility of saving lives.”

"Only you can save yourself."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression turned somewhat awkward.

In this situation, the idea of ​​self-rescue is tantamount to telling her to "fend for yourself."

But Ian's next words rekindled her hope.

"However, I believe you are someone worth working with."

So, in that case—

The man reached out his hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Work with me, and I will do my best to protect you."

Ian is certainly not the kind of person who makes such promises lightly.

Rather, he realized that the current environment in Chaldea was not as safe as he had imagined.

So--

Building a network of supportive relationships with as many people as possible is clearly safer than going it alone.

After all, once such a network of relationships is formed, if you lose contact with someone, someone will immediately know.

With such protection, the real culprit will have reservations about taking action.

However, because it is unknown who is actually trying to do this, trying to win them over becomes somewhat dangerous.

However, if you cooperate with Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of you, you won't have such concerns—she is a living victim.

"This……"

Looking at the hand reaching out to her, Fujimaru Ritsuka completely disregarded the complex relationships behind it.

She felt that he was an incredibly good person at that moment.

"I understand!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Ian's hand.

"Please let me cooperate with you!"

"But then again—"

The red-haired girl's voice softened slightly.

"I don't know anything right now... I don't even understand why the people on those helicopters fainted."

"That's magic."

Ian began to explain.

"Only magic can do this."

"Magic?" Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked. "What's that?"

"..."

Ian sighed.

He increasingly felt that Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart was not just a little bit big.

She was completely fooled into Chaldea by the promise of "high hourly wage" without knowing anything about the situation, right?

but--

This is nothing serious.

If you don't know how, learn it.

Didn't I also start from scratch?

Those chosen by Chaldea must possess some degree of talent.

That's how I am;

Ophelia was the same;

Ian knew he had reason to believe that Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of him was the same.

He intended to explain it to her.

"In simple terms, magic is a technique whose principles are known to many people."

"For example -"

Ian looked at the gauze on Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead and used his "memory projection".

This is one of his specialties in magic.

They can use magic to replicate things from their memories.

of course.

This kind of replica will not be exactly the same as the original, but is a product born from "the perception of that moment".

Furthermore, the effectiveness will decrease with repeated use.

In an instant, a roll of gauze appeared out of thin air in Ian's hand.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was new to the area, had never seen anything like this before.

She looked at what the man was holding, her eyes filled with surprise.

"how did you do that?"

“Magic,” Ian explained patiently.

"Humans know the principle behind making gauze, and magic is the means of replicating that principle."

"You can think of it as a tool that leads to the same goal as modern technology."

"..."