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Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, seemingly understanding.

"Can I do that too?"

"..."

Ian recalled what Ophelia had told him.

He quickly recalled a key concept—the “magic circuit.”

"uncertain."

"I need to check your magic circuit."

"this?!"

Upon hearing that there might be a chance, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately perked up.

"How can it be made simple?"

"It's very simple, but also very embarrassing."

Ian looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of him and said as calmly as possible.

"Take off your clothes, I'll help you check your magic circuits."

"you……"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to say that Ian was being a pervert when she noticed that his eyes were incredibly serious.

She asked tentatively, "Are you serious?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"Have I ever said anything to you that was a joke?"

"but--"

The man noticed the girl's flushed cheeks.

"I know this kind of thing is indeed hard to accept."

"If you don't want to, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

"..."

The initiative immediately returned to Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands.

She looked at the man in front of her, hesitated for a long while, and then spoke again:

"Isn't there any other way?"

“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Ian replied.

"Forget it, if you care so much, then don't bother checking it, lest it seem like I have ulterior motives."

After saying this, the man prepared to turn and leave.

But at that moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka called him to stop.

"Wait a minute!"

"How long will this process take?"

"About ten minutes," Ian answered, based on his memory.

"More than ten minutes..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded thoughtfully, then seemed to have made an important decision.

"I understand."

"Please... examine me."

"Row."

Ian sat down neatly and efficiently on the edge of Fujimaru Ritsuka's bed.

To be honest, he really didn't have any thoughts in that direction—it was all just about confirming the magic circuits.

pat pat pat.

One button after another, the clothes were unbuttoned.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's not-so-thick coat was placed on a chair to the side.

Then comes the skirt.

Therefore, the exposed over-the-knee stockings were gradually pulled off her legs, turning into small pom-poms hanging to the side.

Under the man's gaze, Fujimaru Ritsuka reached behind her back, preparing to loosen a metal buckle somewhere.

Because of excessive nervousness, it took several attempts to succeed.

And then.

The panties with bear patterns slipped down between her legs.

All weapons were eventually removed.

The girl has a pretty good figure, and the unmasked scene is quite alluring.

Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively tried to cover her sensitive areas, but then she saw Ian's gaze.

It was a gaze that wanted to reprimand, but was forced to remain silent because the occasion wasn't quite right.

Recalling the pledge of cooperation we just made.

Fujimaru Ritsuka finally moved her hand away slowly and instead grabbed the bed sheet beside her.

She turned her face away, closed her eyes, pulled her legs up, then slightly spread them apart, creating a few wrinkles on the sheets.

That was clearly a sign that Ian was allowed to begin examining his body's magic circuits.

But just as the man reached out and touched the girl's breasts, a shout came from outside the door.

That was Mordred's voice.

"Master, Mash and I are back!"

162. Fujimaru Ritsuka underwent a physical examination (4k)

"Eh?!"

The moment she heard a sound coming from outside the door, Fujimaru Ritsuka tensed up.

You should know that she is completely naked right now.

even--

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Ian's outstretched hand.

I still have this kind of contact with him.

If anyone else saw this, they'd be scared to death on the spot!

It's definitely too late to put on your clothes now.

What should we do?!

Completely at a loss for what to do, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Ian in front of her.

His orange eyes were filled with two words: "Help!"

Ian, of course, understood what she was thinking.

He released his hand from Fujimaru Ritsuka's chest and then said:

"It's okay, there won't be any problems."

After saying that, Ian quickly gathered all the weapons that Fujimaru Ritsuka had just taken off and put them on the bed, then covered her and the weapons with a blanket.

In this way, she looked as if she had simply sat up while still covered by a blanket.

No one would have imagined that what was hidden under that blanket was the body of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Won't this... make sure we won't be discovered?"

Feeling the slightly sensitive friction between her body and the blankets in the ward, Fujimaru Ritsuka blushed and couldn't help but ask this question.

Before Ian could answer her question, the urgent footsteps reached the door.

Now you have no choice but to believe it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could only accept the fact that on her very first day at Chaldea, she had to hide her body under the covers.

"Please don't let them find out..." the girl prayed.

She didn't want to be seen as a pervert.

In contrast to Fujimaru Ritsuka's extremely nervous demeanor, Ian appeared quite calm, as if all of this was nothing more than an ordinary, everyday occurrence for him.

There was a snap.

The door was pushed open.

Mordred swaggered in, with Mash following behind her.

"Master, we're back."

"Eh--?"

Mordred, who had just entered, immediately looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was standing next to Ian.

She squinted, as if she had noticed something amiss.

This made Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was already extremely ashamed, even more uneasy.

"What, what's wrong?"

Why are you looking at me like that?

"because--"