The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"So what kind of responsibility is so important?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

"Then you have to answer me a question first."

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Where are you from, magician?"

"Clock Tower? Wandering Sea? Or Atlas Court?"

Ophelia listed several names of organizations that Ian had never heard of.

"No, neither."

Ian simply shook his head.

"Actually, I'm not a magician yet."

"what?!"

Ophelia became even more excited.

"You haven't even become a magician yet, but you've already entered Chaldea as a Master Candidate?"

"How can this be?"

An inexplicable desire to win ignited in the girl's blue eyes.

She took Ian's hand.

"no!"

"You come back to the room with me now."

"Let me take a good look at you to see what's wrong with you!"

96. The physical examination that intoxicated Ophelia (-word chapter)

"stop."

Ian grabbed Ophelia who was impatient.

"Why do you have to go to your room at this hour?"

"I refuse to do such a thing."

Ophelia was a little surprised by Ian's reaction.

"Aren't you interested in being a magician?!"

"I'm really not that interested."

Ian didn't say this to reject Ophelia.

As far as he could remember, he had come into contact with two magicians.

One is Morgan;

The other is Merlin.

Although I don't want to discredit Morgan in any way.

But Ian had to admit that the identity of a magician had a great influence on a person's thinking.

After all, once a person has the ability to change things, it is really unpredictable in which direction he will think.

Even Morgan felt a little abnormal because of it.

"But--"

Ophelia's eyes were full of confusion.

"It would be inappropriate to become a candidate for Master without the identity of a magus."

“Does this really exist?”

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"I am still standing in front of you like that, right?"

"..."

It's still an irrefutable reason.

Ophelia became more and more suspicious of Ian's words "not yet a magician".

She thought about it for a while and came up with an idea.

"That--"

"What if I tell you I have a way to help you take your magic skills to the next level?"

"..."

Ian licked the corner of his mouth.

"For example?"

"No example."

Ophelia knew she had found a topic that interested Ian.

"Everyone's steps to advancement are different, you have to follow me."

"is it?"

Ian gave a superficially friendly smile.

"I see."

"It seems that I have to go to this room."

Ten minutes later.

Led by Ophelia, Ian walked through several corridors and came to the door of a room.

From the outside, the room looked almost the same as Ian's residence.

There is a kind sign on the door that says "016".

Without further ado, Ophelia opened the door.

If anyone saw this scene at this time, they would definitely feel that she brought a man back to her room late at night.

but--

Even if it was just a step into the room, I would never have such a thought.

Because behind the door is another world.

Except for the necessary resting space, all the remaining space in the room was used to place magician-related items.

Like some ancient books with many obscure words written on them;

Or rather, some scattered things that seem to have some mysterious use.

All in all, this is a completely different decor from Ian's room.

If Ophelia herself wasn't lying - then all this should make sense.

And Ian had already vaguely sensed this reason.

"How is it? You've never seen decorations like this before, have you?"

"If you're interested—"

When Ophelia turned around and prepared to bargain with Ian, she was suddenly poured a bucket of cold water.

Because what she saw was a face that didn't really care.

She was a little unhappy.

"Ian, aren't you curious about why my room is decorated like this?"

"Not curious."

Ian answered directly.

It wasn't that he was deliberately arguing with Ophelia.

But he understood that this was the magician's "workshop".

When her memory was still in Camelot, Morgan had taken her to her "workshop" - a room deep inside Camelot Castle.

That was a place that only she knew how to enter.

Although magic may change in theory as time passes, there are still commonalities in its essence.

So--

The room under your feet must be Ophelia's "workshop".

"Are you being mysterious?"

Ophelia looked at Ian.

"Of course you can understand it that way." Ian shrugged, "I don't mind."

"But before that, Miss Ophelia, can you make what you said a reality?"

"You really have a clear purpose."

Ophelia couldn't help but say something.

Fortunately, she knew she had follow-up actions.

"Just sit there."

Ophelia pointed to a spot in the room.

Seeing Ian hesitated, she added unhappily:

"Now that you're here, are you still worried that I'll do something bad to you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I just want to say... it's not a good thing to reveal your breast size to others, right?"

"Disclose your breast size to others?"

Ophelia was confused at first, and then suddenly realized something.

She followed Ian's gaze and confirmed her guess.

It was a black lace bra placed there, with lotus pods like petals on the edges of the arc.

Now that the back buckle was undone, it lay there loosely like a hemp rope soaked in water.

Ophelia remembered that she was so busy studying magic that she hadn't put away the clothes to dry.

"You really have a problem!"

After the top magician finished shouting, he hurried over and collected it.

"You are too immoral!" She muttered, covering her breasts.

"Miss Ophelia, this can't be blamed on me, right?"

"Forget it, I don't care—"

Ian's eyes swept around.

"It's just that I think it would be best to clean your room before doing anything else?"

“I really can’t stand this environment anymore.”

"……Row."

then.

Late in the evening, Ian and Ophelia cleaned the "workshop".

Ten minutes later.

Looking at the tidy room in front of her, Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

"Is it still my room if it's tidied to this extent?"