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

this is not……

This isn't just in those situations...

The girl wasn't just saying it offhand.

Rather, it was because she herself had personally experienced something similar to what was happening now—for example, when she helped test props in front of Ian.

Considering that Ian did not live here alone.

Olga Marie immediately realized something.

She opened her eyes and tiptoed to the bathroom door.

The bathroom doors in Chaldea are not designed to completely separate the inside from the outside; instead, they are made of frosted glass that allows a glimpse inside.

and so--

Even from outside, Olga Marie could vaguely see some of the scene inside the bathroom.

The door was wet.

This means that someone must be taking a shower inside.

But this is meaningless—after all, you can determine this just by seeing a light on.

The truly crucial information is the image projected onto the frosted glass.

What are they doing...?

Olga Marie blushed as she looked at these images.

But she soon discovered that although she felt extremely ashamed of the situation, she was physically unable to move.

She leaned forward little by little until her ear was pressed against the bathroom door.

Gulu.

Olga Marie's throat was moving slightly.

She was both afraid of what she had heard and worried that she hadn't heard anything.

Fortunately, this dilemma didn't last long.

Because Ian and Fujimaru Ritsuka's voices soon reached Olga Marie's ears again.

Those are sweet nothings that only lovers would say, and every word sounds so enviable.

This was especially true for the girl at that moment—she longed to hear Ian say those words to her.

But that's not the case now.

Olga Marie listened to these words and they resonated with her deeply; she felt her legs trembling slightly.

She felt like bugs were crawling all over her body.

Her gaze gradually became clouded as she came to this realization.

Finally, as the symphony of young girls playing behind the door grew more and more intense, Olga Marie also joined in this strange performance.

As a descendant of nobility, the musical instruments that her voice could be compared to were naturally of a higher quality than those of ordinary people.

The girl began to play the piano in sync with the rhythm in her ears, then produced classical melodies from her throat, until everything was perfectly integrated into the performance that blended inside and out.

But at this moment, she still wished she could be inside the bathroom, not outside.

Gradually, the girl became completely immersed in this fantasy.

She slid down the wall little by little and collapsed onto the ground.

She was completely unaware that the door behind her had actually been open for quite some time.

Ian, holding Fujimaru Ritsuka, watched Olga Marie's solo performance for quite some time.

Seeing the other person slide down, he finally spoke:

"Chief, you've arrived?"

"Eh?!"

Olga Marie suddenly realized she had ignored what was behind her—she hadn't even had time to stop herself from making a sound.

She was covered in a mess and stammered for a long time without being able to say a word.

Instead, it was Ian who spoke up rather understandingly:

"Shh-"

"Ritsuka is asleep."

"Director, please get up first. We can talk about it later."

What should have been words that would have made anyone feel incredibly ashamed instantly became much more palatable when Ian said them.

Olga Marie nodded, and then, in front of the man, slowly climbed up, supporting herself against the wall.

A few minutes later.

On the bed in room 016.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was already fast asleep in bed—her snoring even sounded like a beautiful lullaby.

This may be the first time she has had a proper rest in the past few days.

Beside the bed sat Ian and Olga Marie, side by side.

"Chief, what brings you here?" the man asked, looking at the girl in front of him.

"..."

Ogarmali muttered to herself.

"Your tone makes it sound like you're not welcoming me at all."

“Of course not.” Ian glanced at the clock on the wall. “I… just didn’t expect you to come at this time.”

"I've been busy," Olga Marie explained, tugging at the man's sleeve. "I came over as soon as I found out."

"So that's it."

The man reached out and stroked Olga Marie's head.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director."

"……Fool."

Olga Marie's tone became slightly shy.

"We agreed to support each other... so there's no such thing as hardship or not."

"but--"

The director turned to look at the sleeping Fujimaru Ritsuka, his expression somewhat complicated.

How did you get here with her?

"You...you've taken a liking to her?"

"..."

Realizing that Olga Marie was concerned about this, Ian gently stroked her nose with his finger.

"how?"

"Director... are you unhappy?"

"..."

Olga Marie paused for a moment before continuing.

"There will definitely be times when I'm unhappy."

"but--"

"If you really like Fujimaru Ritsuka, and she's willing... I won't have any objections."

"After all, I told you I wouldn't stop you from doing this kind of thing."

"Besides, if this can make Chaldea more harmonious, I should thank you."

"but--"

Olga Marie looked back at Ian, her eyes filled with genuine worry.

There's one thing you have to promise me.

“Oh… what is it?” Ian asked.

“It’s when you’re doing something,” Olga Marie said, blushing, “you have to be extremely careful.”

"If you haven't prepared anything... you can tell me and I'll help you prepare."

"Chaldea is currently severely understaffed... and there aren't enough people to be assigned to this kind of task."

"..."

"Pfft." Ian chuckled.

"What are you laughing at!" Olga Marie squeezed the man's hand with obvious displeasure.

"I'm telling you this very seriously."

“I know.” Ian turned around and held Olga Marie’s hand tightly. “But it’s precisely because I know he’s serious that I find it funny.”

"Think about it."

"A very cute girl tells you that you need to be prepared beforehand."

How could I not laugh?

“Besides—” Ian’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Director, why do you have that kind of thing?"

"Huh?!"

Olga Marie tensed up immediately after Ian hit her where it hurt.

She gestured wildly as she explained, just like a little penguin.