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As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Leonardo da Vinci.

The latter, sensing this gaze, nodded.

"Hmm... If it's the director, I'd be very willing to create a body for him."

"However, my understanding of her seems to be somewhat superficial."

"And the supply of magic power during this process... seems to be a bit difficult."

Ian thought for a moment and replied:

"The mana supply problem is easy to solve... we can just use the Holy Grail brought back from Singularity F, right?"

After all, that's a level of magic that could even successfully replicate the Excalibur.

"But what does 'superficial' mean?"

“Ian, I can’t create a body out of thin air,” Leonardo da Vinci replied truthfully. “You need to give me a reference.”

"Otherwise... she might not be the same as before."

"..."

Hearing this description, Ian suddenly had a bold idea.

"Da Vinci, do you think this is acceptable?"

The man whispered in Leonardo da Vinci's ear.

A look of surprise appeared in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Wonderful~"

"That's a really interesting idea! I think it's worth a try!"

"Come with me~"

"Ok!"

Just as Leonardo da Vinci said.

Ian's ideas were indeed full of whimsy.

First, he used his "memory projection" to project Olga Marie, a "non-human" doll-like figure with perfect detail.

Then, with Leonardo da Vinci's abilities and the help of the Holy Grail in Singularity F, he drew it into a real body.

Finally, the soul stored in the man's consciousness is reinjected into his body.

Olga Marie then completed a "resurrection".

of course.

Da Vinci didn't actually look at Ian's projection to do all this—that's just a popular way of saying it.

With the Noble Phantasm "Omnipotent Person", she doesn't need to confirm anything with her eyes.

With abundant magic power, replicating a reference object is not a difficult task at all.

She could even prepare Olga Marie's clothes.

but--

After Olga Marie reappeared in Chaldea in this form, many people, including Leonardo da Vinci, couldn't help but think of a question.

How did Ian know so many details about Olga Marie's body?

He even described the size and shape of the front and back gardens with precision.

This problem did not last long.

Because Olga Marie revealed the answer herself.

She spoke in a soft yet very firm voice:

"Yes, just as you all thought, he has seen everything he should and shouldn't have seen."

"However, I allowed all of this, and I don't object to him doing it."

"So... you don't need to think about it anymore."

"also--"

"I have something to announce."

Olga Marie gripped Ian's hand tightly, as if she had grasped some kind of courage.

Reborn, she no longer runs away.

She needs to confront her own incompetence and realize how she should approach her father's Chaldea.

"From this moment forward, the position of Director of Chaldea shall be handed over to Ian Pendragon, the 49th Master candidate."

"And I, Olga Marie Animusfia, will begin to serve him in parallel as his secretary."

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"..."

"..."

Olga Marie's words plunged the room into a deathly silence.

However, Olga Marie was not surprised at all.

After all, the image she has cultivated in Chaldea for so long has never been that of someone who would say she would abdicate.

No one expected her to announce something like this at this time.

but--

That's all in the past.

At this moment, Olga Marie knew clearly that she was not someone who could carry Chaldea forward.

So no matter how much opposition or doubt she faces, she must get this done.

She is willing to pay any price for this.

however.

Just as Olga Marie mustered her courage and prepared to emphasize her words once again, Dr. Roman nodded thoughtfully.

"That's it, I understand."

"Director, I support your choice."

"Eh?"

Olga Marie was somewhat surprised—she felt that she might have been overthinking things.

After Dr. Roman started, more replies came in.

“I support it too!” Leonardo da Vinci replied with a smile. “If someone with such a vision becomes the director, he’ll definitely bring about positive changes to Chaldea, right?”

"really!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her hands together, looking very expectant.

"If Ian could become the director of Chaldea... hehe, that sounds really interesting."

"Um……"

Mashu glanced at Olga Marie's expression—only after confirming that the other woman wasn't angry—did she cautiously agree with her.

"If it were a senior, they should be able to perform very well."

"Wow wow wow~ Father... Master is going to become the director!"

There was no opposition, not even a voice of doubt.

Olga Marie felt a mix of emotions.

After all, the more popular Ian is, the more it means that he failed in his previous work.

Just as Olga Marie was secretly grieving, Ian spoke up:

"Excuse me, everyone."

"I have some things I'd like to discuss with the director."

After saying this, Ian took Olga Marie's hand and led her away from everyone's sight.

They jogged all the way to a room.

To be more precise, it was Olga Marie's office—which was also the place where the previous director committed suicide.

The door was closed.

Only Ian and Olga Marie remained in the office.

This scene seemed familiar, except that the identities of the two people had been transformed in some way.

"Ian... what's wrong? Why did you bring me here?"

Olga Marie looked at the dimly lit office, which was somewhat dark due to insufficient power supply, and was momentarily puzzled.

"nothing."

The sound of a man's breathing came from behind Olga Marie.

"I just feel that the director seems to have some misunderstandings about me."

"misunderstanding?!"

Olga Marie was about to turn around and ask what was going on.

The next moment, Ian tackled her from behind and slammed her onto the table.

The lights flickered.

This scene looks like Olga Marie, returning home late at night, being attacked by a pervert on the street.

"Ian! What are you doing?!"

Olga Marie, who was pinned to the table, instinctively panicked.