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"It's fine."

"I think Ritsuka just has her own ideas to do. She will come to us soon."

"anyway--"

"Is it the same with Gray?"

"I haven't been able to contact her since she was teleported here."

"You can rest assured about that," BB replied quickly. "She seemed to say that Jack the Ripper was very interested in a master and wanted to learn some martial arts from him."

"So I didn't show up for the time being, but stayed by his side."

"This……"

Ian originally thought this was inappropriate, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was no problem.

After all, Jack the Ripper is a very important person to Grey. If the two of them have the same goal, it would be a very good thing.

"Any questions, pig?"

"Gone."

"Then BB has something I want to show you—and after you see it, you don't have to call me BB anymore! That's it!"

After saying this, the demon girl disappeared from the communication device.

Then, Ian received the message.

Of course, it wasn't sent from Chaldea's communication device, but from a cell phone—that was their private method of communication.

"what is this……"

Ian clicked on the message from BB with a puzzled look on his face, then froze for a moment.

Because the protagonist of the video is not BB himself, but Olga Marie.

She was sitting in the director's office with a shy look on her face, and on the table in front of her were a variety of props.

"Ian...I watched some videos of Mash these days..."

"I think... I can take some pictures for you..."

The man felt his breathing quicken.

He could understand Olga Marie's thoughts.

I really want to do better than other girls, but because my own abilities are a little lacking, I can only express my love in this way of imitation.

But after expressing myself, I am too embarrassed to say it out loud, so in the end I have to ask BB to do it for me.

This... is indeed her personal style.

"Oh, really..."

"After returning, I have to reward her well."

Ian said this, and then suddenly felt a chill.

“Who is this…?”

"..."

It was Nightingale's voice, and there was a hint of murderous intent in it.

Ian felt that if Olga Marie was in front of her at this moment, the nurse would definitely take out a knife and do something without hesitation.

It may not necessarily be harmful, but it will definitely be a deterrent.

But Ian wasn't panicking at all.

He is no longer the person who would make girls compromise for him.

not to mention--

This kind of thing cannot be hidden at all.

Ian chose to tell Nightingale everything directly - this was more practical than hiding things.

"Is this... a video?"

Nightingale, the Ruler, said so.

"Why would she film this kind of video for you to watch, and seem so happy about it?"

"It's a lot of trouble to explain." The man took back his phone.

"Can you assume that she is expressing her love?"

"Love..." Nightingale read the words carefully, and then realized something, "Is this also your wife?"

"Uh...yes, you could say that."

Ian had not forgotten that simple and crude way of proposing - the most original way to make Olga Marie agree to him 100%.

"..."

"Have they taken all these photos for you?" Nightingale asked with a frown.

"No...but they are all related, right?"

Ian wasn't lying or showing off.

He was simply stating some facts—he would never again allow any girl who expressed her feelings for him to lose her status.

"..."

The man thought Nightingale would be very excited, but in fact her reaction was quite calm.

But... this seems to be just a superficial phenomenon.

Because the nurse's next words were terrifying when you think about them carefully.

"I see—in addition to the ones you have now, you have many, many wives outside."

"Then it seems... from now on I can only follow you 24 hours a day. In this way, no one will be able to send you videos like this, right?"

"..."

"Hahahaha." Ian laughed, and then he hugged Nightingale and gently stroked her hair.

"Okay."

"If you're willing, then follow me for the rest of your life. That way, I can protect you and save more people with you."

"..."

Nightingale did not answer Ian, but a rare blush appeared on her face.

"That's what you said... Then I will never let you go."

"That's not a problem...it's just that how...how did your hand get there, Nightingale?"

"is it not OK?"

Nightingale looked up at the man in front of her.

"That thing that doesn't respond in the morning should be removed, right?"

"……Don't."

The man found that he had underestimated Nightingale's desire for such things.

There is no way.

Even though they were outside the car and in a very open space, Ian still had to do his morning exercises as she asked.

This is truly a healthy life.

However, although there was no one else outside the car, there was the most supportive audience inside the car, and that was Helena.

She just lay there through the glass, looking at the fifth set of radio gymnastics for primary and secondary school students outside the window with a look of shock on her face.

I don’t know how long it took.

Ian opened the car door and looked at Helena who was already stunned inside, and coughed a few times embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I seem to have left you out again."

"..."

"Ahem." Helena pretended to cough a few times. "It's nothing serious—but is this thing really that addictive? So early in the morning..."

"Ian, are you addicted?"

"I'm the one who's addicted." Nightingale tightened the belt around her waist.

"Helena, don't blame Ian—I made him do this."

"Are you really enjoying it so much?" Helena's throat moved slightly. "Nightingale...you look like a very serious person, don't you?"

“Being serious doesn’t mean you have to be serious 24 hours a day.”

Nightingale took Ian's arm and didn't seem to mind what Helena had just witnessed.

"..."

Helena was speechless.

After all, if even caring about this matter itself cannot become a psychological barrier for Nightingale, then no matter what I say, it will be meaningless.

only……

The theosophical girl couldn't help blushing when she recalled how Nightingale had just held up the car window.

You can fake your facial expressions, but you can’t hide your body’s reactions at all.

"Okay, Helena," Ian said at this moment.

"Is it... time to go back and report to Edison?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the other two groups should have won a great victory as well, right?"

This is not something difficult to understand.

After all, Maeve, the core, has been completely eliminated, and the Holy Grail that caused the problem is now kept in the car.

The rest... shouldn't be a problem.

"Well, you're right." Helena quickly confirmed Ian's statement.

"Based on the intelligence I've received, this battle is undoubtedly a complete victory for our United Kingdom."

"You're right. It's indeed time to report back to President Edison."

"I'm going to drive now!"

Having said this, Helena wanted to once again demonstrate her strengths - without exaggeration or understatement, she felt that she had done a great job in this matter!

But at this moment, Ian stopped her, using the same hand as before.

"Helena, wait a moment."

"What, what's wrong?"

Helena didn't dare get too close to Ian.

The Nightingale next to him is really capable of doing anything - he doesn't want to become a Helena!

Your glorious life as a Caster has just begun!

"take it easy."

"I just want to ask you... if you're interested in sitting in the back seat with me and letting Nightingale drive."

"..."

Helena was stunned for a moment. She didn't quite believe what she heard.

"Are you kidding me?"

"How can Nightingale be asked to do such a thing? Stop it!"

"It's not impossible." Nightingale was as calm as ever. She stretched her muscles and looked eager to try.

"I--"

"When I was in the army, I drove off-road vehicles and other things, so this kind of thing is quite easy for me."