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"Then you can come to me. I don't have a kettle either."

"some."

Mellie took Ian's hand and placed it on her head.

"It should be said that even though you don't have a kettle, you can 'make' one."

"manufacture?"

"Yeah." Meili nodded, then put down the flowers in her hand for a moment and pointed at herself, "For example, turn me into a kettle."

"Maybe it's even better than normal."

"..."

Ian figured out the true meaning of Mary's words almost instantly.

If she were to turn into a kettle, wouldn't that mean...

"Huh? What's wrong?" Meili tilted her head slightly. "Is what I said so difficult to understand?"

"Of course I understand."

"but--"

The man frowned slightly, his head full of the words Mary had just said when she "tricked" him into sitting down.

"Didn't you say... that you wanted to take a good rest?"

"Why again..."

"Yeah." Meili nodded, "I do need to rest for a while - but I just need to rest in the same place."

"Mr. Avalon."

"You... don't remember how you made Altria happy even in that situation?"

"..."

This is a game.

What a huge situation.

Ian had fully realized what was happening now, but it felt like it was too late.

Because Mary had already moved closer, and it seemed that she had no intention of giving the man any chance to escape.

"please."

"Mr. Avalon."

I don't know how long it will be - at least not until night.

Ian looked at Mary who had received the "kettle" in front of him, and his expression seemed somewhat helpless.

To her, such behavior did not seem to be something worth denying.

"You...really are beyond my imagination, Ms. Avalon."

"Is it not good?"

Meili said expressionlessly as she watered the flowers.

"For you, isn't it a happy thing to have another place like this to try?"

"Or……"

"You only have feelings for Altria?"

"It's not that serious." Ian hugged Mary. He found that he was already familiar with the feeling of "manipulating" her at will.

In particular, with just a few simple techniques, this seemingly expressionless girl can be trapped in "hell".

This unprecedented sense of conquest... is indeed not something that ordinary people can give.

"certainly--"

“There are still many differences.”

"Which is better, mine or Altria's?"

"Can I not answer this question?"

"can."

Meili's gaze returned to the flowers in front of her.

At this moment, it is covered with a layer of crystal liquid beads, and looks like it has just been picked from the rain.

"only--"

"I just want to know if what I'm doing makes any sense."

"Is this... considered a kind of 'love'?"

"..."

Looking at Mary's still calm face, Ian seemed to be touched by something in his heart.

"Of course it does." The man adjusted the direction of the watering. "Why not?"

"Although...it might be a little strange."

"But I think you probably already have some standards for this kind of thing, right?"

"..."

"is it?"

"That's great."

Mary said this, and then she felt even more eager to water the flowers.

The drizzle began to fall again in the British hotel.

You and Meili spent the whole afternoon watering the flowers.

【Time unknowingly came to night. 】

[This is... & *...￥*]

Listening to the voice in his ear, Ian knew that his and Mary's plan had not been "seen through".

This is truly a blessing in misfortune.

"So--"

"What was the scene like that day?"

Listening to Mellie's questions, Ian knew she wanted to make everything as accurate to the circumstances of that day as possible.

"..."

"I remember there was no one on the street that day—and Merlin just happened to appear from the tavern."

"..."

Mary nodded.

She seemed to have no aversion at all to driving away her other self.

"oh, I understand now."

"In that case——"

The Flower Magician restrained the indulgence he had shown in front of him not long ago, and then began to wave the staff in his hand seriously.

Countless petals flew from the streets of Camelot and gathered in her hands.

When they dissipated, Ian also clearly felt the changes in the entire city.

"Ms. Avalon, what are you doing..."

"Just some minor illusions."

"After all, you don't want to see more cruel means, right?"

Mary's words made Ian realize that she was actually restraining herself.

Come to think of it, if this magician, who is no less skilled than Morgan, were to go all out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I understand."

"So--"

"let's start."

Just as Merry had promised, as her illusion spread throughout the city of Camelot, the streets outside took on a strange atmosphere.

Because of this, people who were originally active also returned home one after another.

"Ominous" seemed to surround the entire Camelot in an instant.

"..."

"You're capable of such things, Ms. Avalon."

"Don't question me, I just don't usually do it, Mr. Avalon."

"So--"

"Now that everything is arranged."

"Then the next thing should be handed over to you."

"Um……"

Although Ian said this, he was not sure in his heart.

After all, I am quite different now than I was before.

The most crucial and important point is that he is not in a state that transcends life and death.

If you want to expel Merlin, it may not be that easy.

But as if she saw through Ian's thoughts, Mellie quickly continued.

"Do not worry."

"I know what you're worried about—"

"I will watch all this from the dark."

"..."

I have to say, it’s a very wonderful feeling.

A being that has all sorts of connections to Merlin, one could even say is "Merlin himself," and says he wants to drive him out of Camelot.

This is simply...

But Ian knew that now was not the time to think about such things.

Keeping everything as it is and figuring out what the shield Mashu got is is more important than anything else.

"Well, I see."

After answering this question, Ian headed alone towards where Merlin should be.

There is nothing we can do about it.

After all, if Mary had just shown up like that, the situation would have been different from that night.

Although... there are already many differences like this.

However, it is still necessary to reduce irrelevant factors as much as possible.

You came out onto the street alone.

You are going to find Merlin.

[You seem to have something to do—perhaps this isn't something you should be doing.]

The "simulation" prompt was still echoing in the man's ears.

For some reason, it suddenly became much clearer.

But Ian couldn't care less about that - what he had to do now was to "deal with" Merlin.