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"I don't care, it's your problem."

"..."

Ian smiled.

"Row."

"If I have the chance, I'll go to the Clock Tower with you."

“Then—” Ophelia’s eyes lifted slightly.

"Is that settled?"

"Mm." The man nodded.

Having easily obtained the other party's consent, Ophelia became much bolder.

"Since we've come this far... then Ian, promise me one more thing."

"what's up?"

"that is--"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

Can we maintain this relationship indefinitely?

"..."

Ian was initially surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

"No."

"Why?" Ophelia asked anxiously. "It's just a relationship of mutual comfort; I didn't ask you for anything else!"

"But—" Ian feigned innocence, "I think we should add the identity of 'friend' as well, right?"

"..."

Ophelia paused for a moment, then understood—it meant maintaining the relationship was fine, but keeping a distance was necessary.

"You...you're really annoying."

"Well, thanks for the compliment."

Just then, a broadcast began playing in the corridors of Chaldea.

That was Olga Marie's voice.

"Masters, I apologize for disturbing you at this time."

"Please gather in the conference hall within half an hour."

"I am here to announce the findings of the investigation into the helicopter incident."

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The director's announcement immediately quieted the two who had been arguing.

"It's the investigation results of the helicopter incident?"

Ophelia muttered the information revealed on the radio.

"The Chaldea director's execution is really impressive; he figured things out so quickly."

"Isn't this just common sense?" Ian didn't react much. "If you didn't have this kind of ability, how could you become the director?"

"……Right."

Ophelia did not continue the argument.

"I'll change my clothes."

"Let's hurry over there in a bit."

"and many more."

Ian leaned close to Ophelia and whispered a few words in her ear.

Upon hearing his words, the magician's cheeks immediately turned red.

"You...you want me to attend that meeting naked?"

"is it not OK?"

You're so disgusting!

Although she said that, Ophelia obediently changed her clothes as Ian asked.

The moment the bow around her neck was tied, she clutched her lower abdomen and glared resentfully at the man.

"You have quite a few quirky tastes."

“Miss Ophelia, you are the same.”

Ian smiled and extended his hand.

"You wouldn't mind coming with me, would you?"

"..."

Ophelia, who was angry just a moment ago, has now become completely docile.

She knew perfectly well that the other person was just toying with her, but she felt willing to do it.

"……asshole."

She held his hand tightly.

have to say.

Although it was indeed embarrassing to be naked like that, the feeling of him holding my hand was genuinely relaxing.

Despite the chill below, Ophelia silently endured it all.

They made their way to the vicinity of the conference hall entrance, where Ian suddenly pulled her into a side aisle.

at this time--

Behind the top student magician were the Master candidates and Chaldea staff who were entering the conference hall one after another.

But the man's gaze was fixed on the hem of her black dress.

This gaze made Ophelia immediately feel uneasy.

"What...do you want to do?!"

The man didn't speak, but his gaze never left the hem of the skirt.

"..."

Ophelia's cheeks gradually flushed.

She seemed to realize what the man wanted to do—before going inside, he wanted her to lift her skirt here so he could "admire" her one last time.

"...Don't do that."

Ophelia took a few steps back.

"If I'm discovered, I'll be treated like a weirdo."

"..."

The man remained silent, watching the magician in front of him.

Ophelia knew there was no way to avoid it.

Her hand slowly moved towards the spot where the man's gaze was focused.

With a crash--

With her back to the crowd, the magician closed her eyes, turned her face away, and then, with immense shame, lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the garden that had just been invaded.

This is a situation that could easily be discovered if one is not careful.

But what she heard amidst her unease was...

"Pfft."

Is he laughing?

Ophelia opened her eyes and found that Ian was indeed smiling.

Immediately, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she lowered her skirt.

"What...are you laughing at?!"

"It's nothing." Ian looked at the area that had been exposed just moments before, but was now covered up.

"I just didn't expect you to actually lift the torch on your own initiative."

"What do you mean I lifted it up voluntarily?!" Ophelia said, getting a little impatient. "Didn't I only do it because you wanted to see it?"

"Hmm?" Ian raised an eyebrow.

"My dear Miss Ophelia, please think again, is that really the case?"

"..."

Ophelia thought about it carefully and suddenly realized a terrible truth.

and many more!

He didn't say anything; he was just looking at his skirt.

Why do I suddenly think of so many things?

and--

She actually showed it to him on her own initiative, even hoping to receive praise.

When did I become like this...?

"It seems Miss Ophelia has reached a very interesting state."

Ian watched the magician with great interest.