The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But the blushing girl didn't know that the man who was drinking from the same drink as her was thinking about something else at the moment.

correct.

My judgment is correct.

The reaction of that look was even bigger.

In this case, things would be much simpler.

A sneer flashed across Ian's face.

The girl's fantasies gradually come true in the process.

She felt treated like a boyfriend by Ian.

The physical contact between the two of them became much more intimate than before as Fu Fu kept murmuring.

By the time the meal was over, Matthew almost subconsciously followed Ian back to his room.

Fortunately, Fu Fu stopped it in time.

"Senior." The girl's face couldn't get any redder.

"Today's meal time is really enjoyable."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Ian looked straight at Mashu who had already carried Fufu back.

"Then today's mock battle..."

"Since senior needs it, I won't report it for the time being!" Mashu replied.

"That's good. See you tomorrow, Mash."

"Ok!"

The girl walked away with a happy look on her face.

And Ian's expression gradually became solemn.

He felt that the sight was still there, and after thinking for a while, he walked to a corner.

Soon, a figure followed.

But this figure never expected this.

As I turned the corner, the lights began to flicker.

Immediately afterwards, a sword was placed at his throat.

Ian looked at her in front of him and said coldly:

"I said Miss."

"Stalking and the like is really annoying in real life."

95. Another member of Group A - Ophelia Famsolone (-word chapter)

Standing in front of Ian was a girl with long brown hair.

In terms of her height, she is slightly taller than Mashu.

Matching this height is the even taller figure under the black and white uniform, exuding an air of confidence inside and out.

Even though Ian was holding the Excalibur Galatine sword he had extracted from his memory against her throat, she remained calm and didn't look panicked at all.

Although her breasts are a little smaller than Mashu's, her beautiful waist and hips make up for this shortcoming perfectly.

She should have been called an absolute beauty - if it weren't for the eye patch covering her right pupil.

Facing Ian's sword against her throat, she did not show any nervousness. Instead, she looked at Ian with her right blue eye that was not yet covered.

Then she slowly raised her hands in surrender.

"A pure passerby."

"I didn't have any intention of following you. I just happened to walk here."

"..."

It has to be said that she is taking the best solution among all possibilities.

Although on the surface, the Excalibur Galatine sword against her throat was threatening her life.

But if you think about it carefully, you will know that this is simply not true.

This is in Chaldea, located in the South Pole.

All necessary supplies need to be transported in by helicopter.

Even if he really took action now, it would be impossible for him to escape as a mortal.

The other party must have thought of all of this, so they chose this kind of surrender that seemed like giving up.

This person's rank is not simple.

but--

I am not a vegetarian either.

Ian felt the state of the Excalibur Galatine in his hand and knew that it was almost disappearing.

This is something extracted from memory and cannot be retained in one's hands in a physical form.

three.

two.

One.

The last second before disappearing.

Ian retracted his sword-holding hand, and then threw the disappearing Excalibur Galatine to the ground.

The moment it touches the ground, the effectiveness of its ability reaches its limit.

The Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Galatine) turned into ashes in an instant, then shattered into particles and began to decompose and dissipate.

In this way, it's like I took the initiative to resolve all of this.

In the other party's slightly surprised eyes, Ian smiled slightly and pretended to apologize.

"I'm sorry, it seems that I did misunderstand your behavior."

"So--"

"Let's just say goodbye."

Disguise is not her only privilege.

If she can pretend, then of course I can pretend too.

Anyway, I don't want to have any contact with her, so there's nothing wrong with just parting ways like this.

Seeing Ian getting ready to leave, the strange girl became a little restless.

She immediately said:

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Ian turned around.

"Hasn't the misunderstanding been resolved?"

"that."

Her throat moved slightly.

"I actually have something else I want to talk to you about."

"Shall we talk?"

"..."

"Row."

Ian was never afraid of trouble that came knocking on his door.

Besides, his intuition told him:

This girl might be aggressive, but not too aggressive.

On a bench on both sides of an aisle somewhere in Chaldea.

"Give."

The girl who bought two bottles of water threw one of them at Ian.

The bottle drew a parabola in the air and landed steadily in Ian's hands.

"What's your name?"

The brown-haired girl unscrewed the lid and sat next to Ian.

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, feeling that there was no need to hide such a thing.

"Ian Pendragon."

"what?"

The girl coughed lightly a few times.

"Are you a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

"Before you ask me a question like that—"

Ian looked at the girl with a look of surprise on her face.

"I think it would be better if you could tell me your name first?"

"..."

Maybe I think Ian is right.

This time, the girl didn't hesitate and directly gave her name.

"Ophelia Farmsolone."

"Can you answer me now?"

"Are you... a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

Ian didn't answer the question, but just smiled.

But this is enough to give the girl who claims to be Ophelia an illusion.

"I didn't expect there really is such a person..." Ophelia muttered, "I thought this surname had long disappeared from the world."

"maybe."

"But I just want to know one thing."

Ian brought the topic back to the point.

"Why are you looking for me? You can't just ask me for my name, right?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be a little boring?"

"of course not."

Ophelia shook her head.

"Ian." With her right eye covered, her expression became a little cold.

"What is your relationship with Mashu?"

really.

It's exactly the same feeling I get when I'm eating.

The Ophelia in front of her was more concerned about Mashu than herself.