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"However, I do have some general ideas."

"What's the general idea...?" the man pressed.

"That--"

Olga Marie served him with somewhat clumsy movements while obediently reporting what she knew.

"It might be a record of the Holy Grail War that my father participated in."

"what?"

379. The Director Gains New Insights / The Old Director's Secret / Gudako's Message (4k)

"Are you... really bothered by this?"

Olga Marie looked at Ian, who was holding her, and her eyes showed a hint of worry.

Does it matter to you whether your father participated in the Holy Grail War or not?

"..."

Ian realized he seemed to be getting a little agitated, but he quickly composed himself and continued.

"Nothing."

"I just remember you mentioned that your family controls the astronomy department at the Clock Tower, right? And aren't the people there not very interested in the Holy Grail War?"

Upon hearing this, Olga Marie shifted her body slightly, appearing shy and still somewhat unaccustomed to this way of being served.

However, the girl still gave her answer very seriously.

"Well... back then, the people at the Clock Tower didn't really like discussing the Holy Grail War."

"After all, as you know, in their eyes, this is just some impractical magic ritual performed by country folk from Fuyuki."

"but--"

Olga Marie hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

"But?" Ian looked at Olga Marie's hesitant manner and quickly realized that there was something she couldn't say.

"Alright, since you feel it's not appropriate for you to tell me the reasons, Director... then let's just forget about it."

"Eh?"

Olga Marie became a little nervous upon hearing this.

"But you seem to really want to know... don't you?"

“That’s right.” Ian nodded. “I really want to know about that.”

"but--"

The man lowered his head, gently nuzzled Olga Marie's forehead, and smiled slightly.

"Wouldn't it be a greater sin to make the adorable director, who is so attentive to her boyfriend, feel embarrassed?"

"In contrast, I choose to endure that doubt."

“Ian, you…”

The director, dressed in a very sexy manner, had a blush on his cheeks.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she nodded.

"I understand."

“Since it’s Ian… he has the right to know.”

"……it is good."

Ian hugged Olga Marie tightly and moved deeper into her rear.

"Chief, please speak."

"actually……"

Feeling the rebuttal, Olga Marie lowered her head and shyly pressed her chin against Ian's chest, feeling the man's direct body temperature.

But her next words, spoken amidst her gentle demeanor, sent chills down the man's spine.

“The chair we are sitting in now… is the one my father sat in when he committed suicide.”

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, the man immediately tried to get up.

He knew that doing this would be a grave offense to the deceased, and he absolutely could not do it.

But Olga Marie pressed down on his shoulder at that moment and whispered:

"Ian, you don't need to get up."

"But that's very impolite."

“There’s no such thing as politeness,” Olga Marie replied. “This is the director’s office, so of course you have the right to sit here and make love with me.”

"Otherwise, I would have just kicked you out, wouldn't I?"

Although she didn't object to Ian calling her "Director," Olga Marie still had a very clear line in her mind.

Her experience at Singularity F had already made her realize that she was not suitable to be the director.

The one who truly has the ability to lead Chaldea is this man before us, who is excellent both in public and in private.

As long as I am a good wife to him and ensure that he can always satisfy his sexual desires, that's enough.

Release the pressure of saving the world through this kind of love.

"This……"

Ian stopped for the time being.

However, he was still somewhat worried.

"But Director... isn't this a bit disrespectful to your father?"

"..."

Hearing this, Olga Marie's eyes dimmed slightly; it was clear that Ian's words had saddened her.

After a long while, the young director finally managed to utter the next sentence, his voice trembling.

"Ian."

"You said... I can ask you for help anytime, right?"

“Of course.” Ian stroked Olga Marie’s head in his arms, his tone softening.

"The director doesn't need to put on a brave face in front of me—you can show your worst side."

"..."

Knowing that Ian wasn't joking, Olga Marie paused for a moment before continuing.

However, at this moment, her voice was much lower, and she looked somewhat sad.

"actually--"

"My father only sat in this position once, when he committed suicide."

"what?"

Ian felt that the amount of information contained in that sentence was far greater than it appeared on the surface.

"Chief, what do you mean by this?"

“Hmm…” Olga Marie turned her face to the side and lay down on Ian’s chest.

For her, this was perhaps the only place where she felt at ease.

"Because my father is always planning things, he doesn't stay in Chaldea most of the time."

“But—” Olga Marie bit her lip.

"But I don't know what it is."

"He... had no intention of telling me anything—I only found out about his participation in the Holy Grail War after he died."

"..."

Ian is not slow-witted.

He quickly realized the true meaning of Olga Marie's words.

As her biological daughter, she had absolutely no idea what her father was doing.

In a family of magicians, this behavior signifies only one thing—that Olga Marie's father believes his daughter is completely unworthy of knowing about the plan.

In short, he gave up on her!

“But didn’t he leave Chaldea to you?” Ian immediately reassured Olga Marie. “That’s practically an acceptance of you, isn’t it?”

"Do not."

Olga Marie shook her head.

“He never said that I would inherit his position—it was only because I could not find his will after his suicide that I was able to inherit his position in the Clock Tower and Chaldea according to tradition.”

"..."

Ian did not refute Olga Marie any further.

Because he knew that she, who could say such things, must have tried everything in the three years since her father's death to prove that she was not her father's abandoned child.

But the result was clearly fruitless.

We shouldn't continue this discussion; it will only upset her.

After confirming that Olga Marie's father's information was backed up on the computer in the director's office, Ian steered the conversation in a direction he could control.

"I never thought the director would wear something like this to see me."

"Compared to the beginning, it's like a completely different person."

"Eh?"