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

She got up from the table and looked at Ian with a nervous expression.

Why take photos?

"It's nothing, just a souvenir—I can send it to you if you want."

"Who wants this kind of photo?!"

"Really not?"

"...Then let's send it anyway."

Ian smiled and then sent the photos he had just taken to Ophelia.

The latter showed a mixture of shame and slight pleasure when he saw the photos sent to his phone.

“Pervert…” the magician muttered, “Using it both before and after… I don’t know how you became a Master candidate.”

"Because it is really good."

"It's really quite good?!"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"This is my honest opinion."

"I originally thought that a magician like you would be particularly difficult to get along with, but—"

"Actually, she's just like any other girl."

"Eh?"

Ophelia blushed even more—she found that she actually quite liked the compliment.

"Ian, am I the first person you think that way?"

"No." The man shook his head without hesitation, leaving the other party with no hope whatsoever.

"You are not the first, nor will you be the last."

Ophelia seemed somewhat disappointed.

"but--"

"It's quite an interesting one."

Ophelia became happy again.

But she quickly realized that Ian was saying that on purpose.

He wanted his emotions to fluctuate with his words.

"Don't try to subtly manipulate my emotions."

"Ok, I know."

Ian remained completely calm.

"You are an independent magician."

“But that’s really how I feel—Ophelia, you’re very interesting.”

"You say that to every girl, don't you?"

"Have you discovered it?"

"you!"

Ophelia wanted to get angry, but realized it was pointless.

Even if I get angry, he won't be affected in any way.

Even if——

Their interactions went beyond mere intimacy.

Ophelia gripped her other hand, her expression quite complex.

She realized she had developed feelings for him.

Simply staying the way it is now is impossible.

She so wished he had done all this with feelings, instead of the seemingly close but actually distant relationship they had now.

"Ian, haven't you ever had feelings for anyone?"

“Yes,” Ian smiled calmly, “but not now.”

"and--"

"I think I've said that enough."

"I... there's always someone I want to see."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ophelia's eyes dimmed, and she stood up.

"I'm going to take a shower."

In the bathroom, she faced her reflection in the mirror and shed two lines of tears.

I'm so indignant!

Who exactly... could possibly win the heart of this demon?

I really want to curse her so badly that all she gets when she buys instant noodles is the seasoning and all she gets when she takes the bus is a hundred-yuan bill.

After rinsing her body several times with hot water, Ophelia, now clean, calmed down somewhat.

But when she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw something unexpected.

Ian, who had been trying everything to make himself feel ashamed, was now cleaning the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Check if there are any cameras."

“I didn’t put any cameras in!” Ophelia said, blushing.

“Just kidding.” Ian’s gaze swept across the room.

"I just thought this would make you more comfortable."

"Comfortable?"

"Mm." The man nodded.

"after all--"

"I can only spend time with you on Sundays."

"So now that we've come all this way, we have to do something more."

"..."

Why isn't he my boyfriend?!

Ophelia could no longer control herself and buried her face in Ian's arms.

The man was initially surprised to see her like this, but he quickly accepted it.

for a long time.

Ophelia looked up.

Once she returned to normal, she pushed Ian away.

"You really change your mind faster than turning the pages of a book."

Ian clutched his chest and couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

"Who told you to make me do that kind of thing just now!"

"I... want compensation!"

"Compensation? What compensation?"

"that is--"

Ophelia looked at Ian and spoke cautiously.

"Didn't I say before that if you have some free time, you should come back to the Clock Tower with me?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “You did say that.”

“Now I have one more condition.” Ophelia held up one finger.

"What conditions?"

"...Come with me to see my parents."

"what?"

"Don't make that face!" Ophelia shoved Ian.

"If we want to maintain this relationship... I have to be single."

"If you don't help me deal with my parents—"

"Do you really want to see me forced to marry some unknown magician by them, using my family background as a pretext?"

"You have to help me tell this lie!"

"..."

Why do you still have that expression?

"No." Ian coughed lightly.

“I just feel that… if it were before, you definitely wouldn’t have said something like that—you would have put the family first.”

"...That's all because of you."

Ophelia said, blushing.

"These weird things always happen... I can't go back!"

"But apart from the first time, I never forced you, did I?"