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

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot."

"That--"

Ophelia took a few steps forward, blocking the only exit behind her.

"Aren't you... going to get it checked?"

"..."

Ian gave a barely perceptible smile.

He knew what Ophelia was implying.

"Oh, I won't test it."

"No, we're not going to test it?!" Ophelia said anxiously. "How can we not test it?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"That's because I trust you."

"unless--"

"Miss Ophelia, what reason do you have that compels me to investigate?"

"you!"

The top-performing magician already knew that the man before him understood everything.

but--

He wanted to say it himself!

"Ian, don't go too far!"

“Miss Ophelia, but I really don’t know why I have to doubt you—you’re my best sex partner.”

“You…” Ophelia was overwhelmed with shame.

Don't think I'll beg you!

"Of course I don't want you to beg me, because that means you're in big trouble, and I don't want to see that happen."

"All right."

Ian patted Ophelia on the shoulder.

"Let me go, then see you on Sunday."

“C me,” Ophelia whispered.

"what?"

“I said C me!” Her voice rose a few decibels.

"Still can't hear me... Perhaps it's because I'm not respecting you enough?"

"..."

Although Ophelia knew perfectly well that Ian was toying with her, she was powerless to do anything about it.

This man is a demon!

"It seems like it was just my imagination... I'd better leave quickly."

"Please C me!"

"Please, you bastard!"

Ophelia trembled as she uttered words of utter shame.

"If I still can't hear you, there's nothing I can do!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the top student magician was slammed against the door with a thud.

"Didn't you hear that?"

Ian placed his hands on either side of her ears.

"If you don't beat around the bush in front of me, I'll understand what you mean right away."

"You guy..."

Ophelia looked at the man in front of her, feeling both angry and helpless.

"Can't you at least respect my feelings?"

"Of course I will respect your feelings."

Ian's hand slowly moved downwards.

"But not in this aspect."

Ian hired a master thief known as Finger.

It soon discovered the perfect pigeon egg gem in the darkness of the museum.

Its surface was completely free of any dirt, and it had no black silk protection to keep out external objects.

It's as if they had planned all along that it would be stolen by a master thief.

“Miss Ophelia, if I’m not mistaken… after you started reading my message, you were already prepared to go commando.”

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"That's not true at all."

Ophelia turned her face away and muttered to herself.

"There's no time up there..."

"Oh--"

"Then it seems necessary to test whether the contraceptive magic trick is real or not."

Ian looked at the magician in front of him and said with a smile.

Although it wasn't Sunday, the door to room 016 still vibrated as if it were Sunday.

The magician's disguise was gradually stripped away.

That was preparation for practicing chanting.

But right now.

Ian's cell phone rang in his pocket.

That was Mash's message.

"Senior, where are you?"

175. Visitors to the Front and Back Gardens / Ophelia's Lesson / The Promise at the Clock Tower (4k)

"..."

Ophelia, leaning against the door, looked at Ian, who had suddenly stopped, with a puzzled expression.

"what happened?"

“It’s Mash’s message,” Ian answered truthfully.

"Eh?"

Upon hearing that it was Mashu, Ophelia immediately tensed up.

Why...why would she contact you at this time?

"Because this is the time to get up."

Ian glanced at the time on his phone.

"We met too early."

"Isn't it only natural that Mashu would wake up at this time and find that I'm not here?"

Having made this judgment, the man planned to put the phone back in his pocket.

Ophelia reached out and stopped him.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Why don't you reply to Mashu's message now?"

"..."

Ian looked at the magician in front of him, somewhat speechless.

"Miss Ophelia, shouldn't you think about what you're saying?"

Do you think now is the right time to reply to the message?

"..."

Ophelia understood what Ian meant, of course.

She turned her face away.

"Why don't you reply to Mashu's message first?"

“She doesn’t have the same kind of relationship as you and me… If she’s so actively looking for you but doesn’t get any response, she’ll be very upset.”

"..."

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him, sneered, and then gently stroked her long hair.

"I've noticed that you seem to care a lot about Mashu."

"They care even more than I do."

“Didn’t I already say that?” Ophelia responded softly.

"I feel sorry for her... especially since she fell for a scumbag like you."

"Oh--?"

Ian lifted Ophelia's chin.