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Although Ian's voice was calm, it made Ophelia feel inexplicably chilled.

This Master candidate who dared to say in front of him that he wanted to sleep with Mashu was not as gentle and normal as he appeared.

But all this was not caused by the lust in his mind.

Failed.

He shouldn't have been allowed into his "workshop" in the first place.

But Ophelia had no chance to regret now.

Because Ian was right in front of her.

It was very close to him, and it was absolutely impossible to escape or drive him out.

"what happened?"

Ian still had that kind smile on his face.

"Why have you gone quiet?"

"..."

Ophelia subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back to keep some distance from Ian, but he grabbed her hand.

Even though she was confident, she was a little scared at the moment.

"Ian... who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Ian smiled calmly.

"Didn't I say that?"

"I am Ian Pendragon. Like you, I am one of the 49 Master candidates chosen by Chaldea."

"Didn't you already know this from the beginning?"

"But you don't have any magic circuits at all!"

Ophelia glared at the other person.

"You can't possibly perform magic like this!"

"Why were you chosen by Chaldea as a candidate for the Master?"

"Yeah, why were you chosen?"

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him. Although she was smiling, her expression looked a little scary.

“I’ve been thinking about this question and I don’t have any answers.”

“So I need someone to give me the answer.”

"otherwise--"

"Why should I come to you?"

"..."

Ophelia's uncovered blue eye was trembling.

The pride of being an excellent student is gradually falling apart.

She realized she had to get out of her current situation.

And the method to realize this possibility is within his control - that is his covered right eye.

It's definitely not an eye mask worn just to look cool.

Instead, he needed to hide the gem-level Demonic Eye - the Demonic Eye of Delay under the darkness!

Ability to observe all possibilities and achieve a level of future-foreseeing.

At the same time, it can fix things that have been observed once, and the actual effect is the worst possibility of procrastination.

Although it might be a little late now.

but--

If you use it, there will definitely be a chance.

"I will not see its shining appearance."

Ophelia whispered the spell - this was how to activate the magic eye.

I won't let myself be caught by such a person!

The red light reversed out from the eyes of the Demon of Delay, quickly enveloping the room in this state of observation.

I am a magician from the Clock Tower, how could I lose to someone who doesn't even have a magic circuit? !

As long as you can delay the worst future, you will have a chance to turn things around!

however--

What happened next made Ophelia stunned.

she was.

I couldn't see what kind of future would be like if Ian and I continued like this.

Not to mention that the worst outcome to be avoided is completely unobservable, even the good aspects that should exist disappear where they should be observed.

This means that the Mystic Eye of Delay is completely unable to delay any future that he or she may touch.

in other words--

This guy may not have the concept of "future" at all.

Can this still be called a human being?

Ophelia realized that she was in contact with some indescribable existence.

"Are your eyes glowing?"

Ian said with a smile.

He reached out and gently removed the other person's blindfold.

"Red eyes... so beautiful."

"who are you?"

Ophelia asked the question again.

"Why...why does my magic eye have no effect on you?"

"How can there be someone who doesn't have a future?!"

"Eh...is that so?"

Ian gently lifted the hair from Ophelia's right eye.

"Then it seems that I can no longer be called a human being."

"Oh... maybe it's because I was once rooted in the past?"

"Which of my explanations do you prefer, Miss Ophelia?"

Hearing this, Ophelia's eyes were filled with fear of Ian.

"Let me go, you madman!"

"Let you go?"

Ian looked around, finally locking his eyes on Ophelia's bed.

It was a very neat bed.

Black pillow and white quilt.

At the head of the bed is a small alarm clock.

"Okay, I'll let you go later."

After saying this, Ian picked up Ophelia and put her on the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

Ophelia looked at Ian with some despair.

"nothing."

"Didn't you say I'd let you go? Aren't I letting you go now?"

"But you're still looking for something!"

"Yes."

Ian took out a small knife from the things he had packed for Ophelia, and also took the black lace bra that Ophelia had hidden.

"Letting you go is one thing."

"But fighting back against the idea of ​​using the inspection to vent one's own selfish desires is another matter, right?"

"Miss Ophelia, I don't like having that kind of contact with you."

"so--"

Ian walked towards Ophelia.

"I have to make you pay something, right?"

"you!"

Ophelia wanted to say more.

But it was all for nothing - because Ian wasn't listening.

What's worse, Ophelia found that she seemed to be no match for the other party.

The top student's hands were clasped together, and when they were clasped together, they looked like the tail of a fish struggling out of water.

But in reality, such struggle is meaningless.

Because Ophelia's strength is completely not on the same level as Ian's.

In addition, this passive state further weakened her resistance.

The hands that once played with the bamboo flute were now bound to the head of the bed by her own black lace bra.

But this is just the beginning.

Because Ian quickly moved his hands to her chest and unbuttoned the thick coat.

As the buttons were undone one by one, Ophelia's original proud mentality was shattered.

Instead, a meaningless warning came from his throat.

"Ian, do you know what you are doing?!"

"If I tell anyone about this, you won't be able to stay in Chaldea!"

"Sure." Ian didn't stop his actions at all.

"Then just tell it out."

"An outstanding student of the Clock Tower brought a strange man back to her room, and then was treated like this."

"What do you think people will pay attention to first?"

"you!"

"Sh--."

Ian took off Ophelia's coat and folded it aside, then continued to deconstruct her lining.

As the bow around her neck was gently pulled open.

The girl's not-so-pretty breasts were exposed to the other person's eyes.

But Ian didn't look like he wanted to play with it at all.

He just silently put his hands behind Ophelia's back.

There was a snap.