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

Being unable to push away does not mean you gain nothing.

With BB confirming that it was a magic spell, Ian felt a sense of familiarity with it.

I may have seen it somewhere before.

No, it might be more than that.

The subsequent procedures were even the same!

BB sensed something was off about the man's expression and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly make that face?"

Is something wrong?

"..."

Knowing that BB had become his personal AI, Ian didn't intend to hide anything from her.

He told the little devil what had happened.

of course.

Ian's expression only went as far as saying that he was somewhat familiar with it.

After all, he couldn't express the deeper feelings he had.

“This…” BB was very puzzled after hearing Ian’s explanation.

"Does this feel familiar to you?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded. “Perhaps it was something set up by someone we’ve had dealings with before.”

"Can you untie it?" BB then asked.

“No way.” Ian shook his head in denial. “If you can’t do it, of course I can’t either.”

"..."

BB looked a little nervous.

"That--"

"If that's the case, doesn't that mean someone more powerful than you used a very strong spell to lock away information about you?"

"This seems like a very dangerous situation no matter how you look at it."

"As expected of a super AI, it reacted immediately." Ian praised the BB in front of him. "Yes... that's the seriousness of the problem."

"We need to find out who left this behind."

"bb".

The man took the hand of the girl beside him.

"I hope that in the coming period, you can act as an investigator and continue to investigate the Chaldea virtual network for me, to find more information."

"Of course, all of this must be done while ensuring your own safety, and at the same time, you must not disclose this to anyone."

"May I?"

"..."

Suddenly being asked such a serious request by a man, BB felt a little embarrassed.

But she still nodded:

"I see."

"I'll do as you say—but if I'm doing it all by myself, will I be able to..."

"Don't worry." Ian looked at the door in front of him, his eyes already showing the answer.

"I'll go talk to the director."

"This Chaldea belongs to her... so she'll know a thing or two."

"okay."

Having reached an agreement with BB, Ian quickly demonstrated his seriousness as the leader of Chaldea.

[Chief, come to my office tonight.]

There are some things I want to ask you.

Ian didn't have many other thoughts when he sent the message.

However, Olga Marie, who received the message, seemed to think differently.

She looked at her phone, a glint of light shining in her amber eyes.

That evening, in the director's office.

Ian looked at Olga Marie in front of him, his expression a mixture of emotion and surprise.

"Chief, you look terrible."

"It seems... a little too tempting, doesn't it?"

Just as the man had remarked, Olga Marie had now shed her usual black coat, yellow suit, and white skirt.

Instead, the girl was now wearing black suspender stockings and sensual open-bottom panties, along with a bra that perfectly showcased her full figure.

She seemed more like she was there to date than to discuss business.

In response to Ian's sentiments, Olga Marie blushed and shouted.

"Hey!"

"Wasn't this what you asked for? I spent a lot of time altering this outfit!"

“But—” Ian took out his phone and pointed to it.

"Didn't I clearly say we were discussing business in the text message?"

"Yes, isn't the purpose of discussing business to..."

Olga Marie stopped mid-sentence.

She suddenly realized that her associations seemed to be having an inappropriate effect in strange places.

Talking about business → Being alone → Meeting the conditions of the devil's game → Not wasting time → Taking good care of him → Making relevant preparations in advance → Creating romance!

Why is this happening? !

How did I become like this?!

Olga Marie looked so ashamed.

Although Ian didn't quite understand why she would suddenly decide to prepare something so romantic, he did understand one thing.

That means you absolutely cannot waste any girl's feelings.

"I understand."

The man's hand stopped on the belt at his waist, and then he spoke under the girl's gaze.

"Since the director wants to talk about this, let's add it to our meeting tonight."

"I... am really looking forward to the director's performance."

"Eh?"

Olga Marie realized that the other person was giving her a way out.

She tossed her hair aside, turned her face away, and muttered to herself.

"Then you'd better watch out so I don't drain you dry!"

"Hmm? The director would say something like that now?"

"Don't underestimate me, I've been working hard all along!"

A few minutes later.

On the chair in the director's office.

Ian looked at Olga Marie sitting on his lap and reached out to stroke her hair.

"Director...it seems you really are working hard. You've already learned how to use your rear to provide service so quickly?"

“Of course.” Olga Marie said, her face flushed, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, enduring the shame of being used on her rear by a man.

"I... also want to be your virtuous wife!"

"..."

Realizing that Olga Marie was provoked by Tamamo-no-Mae's previous behavior, Ian didn't say anything more, but gently kissed her on the head.

"Yes, you can definitely do it."

"..."

Olga Marie's encouragement made her even happier.

She always longed for the praise of the man who had once saved her.

"but--"

"My kind director, could you answer one question for me first?"

"Wh-what's the problem?"

"that is……"

Ian clearly recounted his experience of "summoning" BB and then discovering the secrets of Chaldea to Olga Marie.

of course.

The man kept some details that were not suitable to be discussed in detail.

"Now that you mention it—I'm actually not quite sure either."

“After all, my father had been working here for several years before I took over.”

"So you mean even you, the director, don't know what this is?"

“Yes.” Olga Marie nodded. “At least my father never mentioned it to me.”