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She said coldly:

"Did you come here alone?"

"Mordred, didn't follow you?"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"As a magician, shouldn't you know best whether she followed me or not?"

"Too."

Ophelia made way for Ian.

"come in."

There was a snap.

The door closed again.

Ian looked at the clean and tidy environment in the room and sighed.

"Ophelia, you're not incapable of cleaning your room, are you?"

"I haven't been here these few days, but isn't everything still fine here?"

"..."

Ophelia looked away.

"Even if you praise me like this, I won't be very happy."

"Ok, I know."

Ian turned back.

"So this is not a compliment, it's just a simple statement of fact."

"besides--"

"What do you want to do with me? According to what you want, we should no longer keep in touch with each other."

Just like Ian said.

With the help of Ophelia, Ian "successfully" summoned the Servant Mordred.

Although it was not consistent with his original purpose, he still kept his original promise and never came to her room again, and even deliberately disappeared from her sight.

This made Ophelia realize.

In fact, he may not have any interest in himself at all.

Taking action simply to achieve a goal.

Thinking of this, Ophelia's face darkened and she looked very unhappy.

"What's your attitude..."

"Do you find the sight of me offensive to you?"

As Ophelia said this, her eyes were always looking towards a corner of the room.

Ian noticed this but kept quiet.

He shrugged.

"I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you."

"I'm just worried that you'd feel uncomfortable seeing me. If that's the case, I might as well not appear in your sight in the first place."

"Stop it."

Ophelia retorted directly.

"How can you be so kind... You must have other ideas."

"Other ideas are fine, or no ideas are fine."

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"Miss Ophelia, you asked me to come here just to scold me like this, didn't you?"

"If that's the case, I think you could probably do it right from your phone."

"After all, that person can also hear the sound - don't worry, I won't hang up on you."

Of course Ophelia could hear the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

He was indicating that he wanted to speak frankly.

She cleared her throat and said:

"By the way, Ian, did you know that sword has additional magic attached to it?"

"Sword? Mordred's?"

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

"It's not surprising that they have magic." Ian looked at her in front of him, "After all, they are 'Servants'. Didn't you say that their appearance is a form of magic?"

"According to common sense, this is indeed the case."

Ophelia went to the bookshelf nearby, took down a book, quickly flipped to a page, and started to confirm something.

"Ian, but this kind of magic is not something that Mordred himself possesses."

"Are you trying to say that someone cast a spell on that sword, and then made it follow the 'Servant' in the form of a 'Noble Phantasm' and come to me?"

"you……"

Ophelia frowned slightly.

"How do you know what I'm going to say?"

"Because I have thought about this question too." Ian did not hide the reason.

"Ophelia, are you worried about me?"

"Who's worried about you!" Ophelia closed the book and glared at Ian.

"Stop being so self-righteous."

"I'm just afraid that this unknown magic might bring about some unpredictable changes."

"Then you can rest assured."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"I promise, the magic on this sword is not dangerous."

"Are you serious?"

Ophelia looked at him with some suspicion.

"Of course I'm serious."

Ian didn't avoid the other person's gaze.

"Have I ever joked with you?"

Ophelia sneered.

"Yes, you are so utilitarian."

"This kind of boring thing is really not something you would do."

Having said that, the top magician glanced at the place he had glanced at earlier.

She seemed to think that her actions were not very obvious - but in fact, Ian saw it all.

But he still didn't want to say anything more.

Because that doesn't make sense.

"Is there anything else?" Ian asked, "If not, I'll go back first."

"and many more."

Ophelia held out her hand to stop Ian.

"Ian, do you remember I told you that if you want to become a real magician, you still have a lot to do?"

"Of course." Ian smiled slightly, "So I'm always working hard now."

Ophelia knew he was not lying.

When this guy gets angry, he is more ruthless than anyone else.

"Ian, if that's the case."

Ophelia looked at him.

"When there is a chance, come back to the Clock Tower with me."

"Clock Tower?"

Ian pondered the name for a moment.

"I remember that was where you studied. Going there was to..."

"Are you asking this even though you already know the answer?"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her speechlessly.

"Of course, it's to test whether you are qualified to join the Clock Tower - but you have to be free."

"really."

Ian nodded.

"Thank you, Ophelia."

"You agreed to this kind of thing pretty quickly!"

"..."

"..."

"So anything else?"

"you……"

Ophelia looked at a corner of the room again, and then seemed to have made up her mind.

"Don't you want to do something else with me?"

As soon as Ophelia finished her words, she was pushed onto the bed by Ian.

The whole process was smooth and there was no delay at all.

It looked like he had expected her to say something like this.

The butterfly-like laces were untied by skilled hands, and the magician revealed a pair of precious treasures.

On top of this treasure, there is a piece of black fabric used to cover it, as if to prevent it from falling out.

Ophelia is below;

Ian on top.

The two people looked at each other, but their thoughts were completely out of sync.

rub;

pull;

The variability of the sphere was demonstrated by Ian.

This should have been a highly humiliating scene, but at this moment, the corners of Ophelia's mouth slightly raised.

The more wanton the man's hands were, the more victorious she felt.

because--

She finally got him down for once.

In this small room, there is a machine that is recording everything.