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“I’ll assume that this sword is indeed the same as you described, the sword of that Servant.”

Ophelia's gaze fell on the literary girl in front of her.

"So--"

"That's another possibility."

"What's possible?" Hinako Akuta pressed.

“Hmm…you might get a little angry if I tell you.” Ophelia stood up.

"That is the Servant you want to summon... His strength is insufficient to become a Heroic Spirit, or rather, he is not qualified to become a Heroic Spirit at all."

"So you can't summon it."

"of course."

"It's also possible that your strength is insufficient to make him want to appear, in which case you won't be able to summon him either."

As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, Hinako Akuta immediately refuted these claims.

"Do not."

"He must have become a heroic spirit... He was a hero with the strength to move mountains and rivers... And since it was me, he wouldn't be unwilling to appear!"

I sensed that Hinako Akuta's words were starting to become incoherent.

Ian then leaned close to Ophelia and whispered some instructions.

"Be careful not to upset her."

"but--"

"Ophelia, are these the only possibilities?"

"There is another possibility, though."

The top student magician frowned slightly.

"But I don't think it's very realistic."

"Not very realistic?"

“Hmm.” Ophelia nodded. “Then we may have just performed a possession summoning.”

"Possession summoning... what is that?"

"It is a form of summoning."

Ophelia began to explain.

"It might be a bit complicated to explain... To put it simply, the heroic spirit itself does want to respond to the summoning."

"But for various reasons, they do not want to or cannot fully manifest in the world as 'servants,' so they use consciousness or the body as a substitute."

"However, this method often leads to various changes in the object of possession, such as the acquisition of memories or the improvement of the body."

"Unless you have a way to control the possessing heroic spirit, such as something related to its bloodline, or something that your ancestors had restrained, but—"

"Do you think any of the three of us could do something like this?"

Ian knew that Ophelia's words made sense.

It is highly unlikely that any of the three people present, including myself, could do such a thing.

In comparison, the first few explanations are clearly much more reasonable.

However, at this moment, these explanations clearly failed to appease Hinako Akuta.

Ian gently stroked Ophelia's hair and asked again:

"That--"

"Is there any explanation that can give Hinako Akuta a little bit of hope... If this continues, it's probably never going to end."

Ophelia glared at Ian.

"Are you trying to make me lie about something like this?"

"I can't do it."

“However—” The top student magician’s tone softened slightly.

"It's not that we've really failed this time."

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what I did, and she sticks to her story… I’ll think about it.”

"Well, please."

Following their shared idea, Ophelia explained to Hinako Akuta once again.

"I said... could you give me a little time?"

"I think there shouldn't be any problems with this summoning, but there might be some things that we haven't noticed."

"Are you serious?" Hinako Akuta asked cautiously.

“Mm.” Ophelia nodded.

"I swear in the name of the Clock Tower."

"Give me a little more time to study it."

"..."

Hinako looked at the iron sword lying quietly in the summoning circle to the side.

"Can I take it back with me?"

"Or... should I stay here for you to study?"

“Take it back.” Ophelia tossed her hair back.

"Judging from how much you care, if it were me, you'd probably bother me several times a day."

"it is good."

A glimmer of hope remained in Hinako's eyes.

She bent down and very carefully wrapped the sword in a cloth.

She hugged it tightly, her gaze sweeping over the other two people present, a hint of indescribable emotion in her eyes.

"That--"

"Can I leave now?"

“Yes.” Ophelia nodded.

Hinako Akuta didn't say anything more.

She held the sword, took one last look at Ian, and silently took out her phone.

The literary-minded girl turned and left, pressing the virtual keyboard as she went.

There was a snap.

The door opened and then closed.

Only Ian and Ophelia remained in the room.

The top student magician could no longer contain his temper and started complaining on the spot.

"Your friend is so strange, and so rude!"

"Maybe she just doesn't know how to express herself properly."

"look--"

Ian showed Ophelia the message he had just received on his phone.

It was a message from Hinako Akuta.

"I'm sorry, Ian, I was very rude just now."

"Please pass on this apology to Ophelia as well."

"She actually apologized?" Ophelia could hardly believe what she was seeing.

"Yes."

Ian sighed softly.

“I think she’s just like us. We all want to meet certain people, but for some reason we’re not very good at communicating with others.”

"..."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"You seem to be particularly protective of her... Could it be that you're planning to trick her into bed next?"

"Hey, that makes sense. It's a good opportunity to train you at the same time, and then have a threesome?"

"You vile maggot!"

Ian smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"but--"

"Now, I need to go back."

See you Sunday, my best fuck buddy.

"Just wait for me!"

Ophelia pulled Ian back from behind.

Her face flushed, and she stammered, "I said...did you forget something?"

"What have you forgotten?"

"Ah."

Ophelia's eyes darted around, completely unable to look Ian in the eye.

"Didn't you say... you wanted me to prepare that contraceptive magic trick?"