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"How can I blame you for this?"

Nightingale looked at the man in front of her and touched one of his hands.

She was usually meticulous, but in front of Ian, she showed some feelings that had not bloomed for a long time.

"According to the original situation, I should never have the chance to see her again in my life, right?"

"Now that we know she's doing well, isn't that something to be thankful for?"

"..."

Knowing that Nightingale didn't want to see him blaming himself for this, Ian didn't dwell on it any further. He just nodded and answered.

"So, that's true."

"Nightingale, I will ask Leonardo da Vinci to find a way to let you meet Joan of Arc and the others as soon as possible."

"that would be great."

Nightingale smiled happily - how could she not be happy to see the being who guided her onto the right path?

However, just as Ian was about to say something more.

A familiar feeling came over me at this moment.

To be precise, it should be a familiar movement.

Mary, who had not spoken a word but had been listening silently to the conversation between herself and Nightingale, seemed to have not forgotten that this was her appointment time.

While she was explaining the situation to Nightingale, the flower magician had taken off her shoes at some point, and her feet in black stockings became her "weapon" of attack. She rushed straight towards him and performed the same action as before.

"..."

"..."

Mellie and Ian's eyes met at that moment.

The latter showed extreme helplessness, and the expression on his face seemed to be saying one sentence - "Are you sure you want to do this at this time?"

The former's response to this question was...

"Ciallo~(∠?ω )⌒☆"

That's right!

Mary threw a wink at Ian, not looking like she was going to face up to how wrong her behavior was.

"..."

It was impossible for Nightingale to pretend that she saw nothing of such an obvious action.

She first glanced at Ian, then at Mellie, and then asked with some confusion;

"What happened—"

"You guys, are you guys communicating some secret code?"

"..."

Ian was thinking about what to say to evade this very embarrassing question - he couldn't just tell Nightingale directly, this flower magician whose hormones were always high, that he was doing something unspeakable in a very bad way, in front of no one else, right?

only……

What Ian didn't expect was that before he even opened his mouth to speak, Mary, who had just flirted with him, actually answered Nightingale first.

"Yes."

"This is our code—"

"Your codeword...?"

When Nightingale heard Mary's words, the expression on her face instantly became tense.

If there was any fighting state for the doctor, it must be what she looks like now.

"correct."

Mary nodded.

"You can also try to make some interesting secret codes with the Master, so..."

The Flower Magician spoke calmly while doing the same thing under the table.

"You can also show a very different rapport with your Master at certain special moments."

"..."

To be honest, if this happened in the room, or in Mary's live broadcast room, Ian would definitely "punish" Mary severely on the spot.

After all, this is not the first time I have done this.

But doing so in front of Nightingale was obviously not a good idea.

Ian could only bite the bullet and nod slightly to show that he did agree with what Mary said.

only--

Before Ian could think about what to say next, Nightingale did something that the man had never expected.

She poked her lips with her finger, as if to confirm something.

then……

"Ciallo~(∠?ω )⌒☆"

Yes.

Following Mary's example, Nightingale also performed the same movements.

It's just that her dress is too mature and her figure is too proud, so she looks more like a joke.

"Nightingale, you..."

"It's really strange, isn't it..." Nightingale retracted her smile, her expression becoming somewhat lost. "I... really don't know how to express my emotions to you."

"..."

Realizing what she had said, Nightingale seemed a little sad.

Ian quickly remedies the situation.

"No, it's not like that. I just think it's rare to see you like this—I'm a little surprised."

"Surprise? Are you sure you're not shocked?"

"No." Ian shook Nightingale's hand, "It's just a surprise."

"and--"

"Nightingale, you don't have to worry so much about my reaction."

"No matter what you do, I will definitely support you. We already had such an agreement, didn't we?"

“Anything…?”

"Ah."

"If you want, that is..."

Before Ian could finish his words, he sensed a bad aura.

To be precise, it should be a familiar action.

That's right.

Nightingale also took off her boots and did the same thing as Mary.

only--

Unlike Mary's slightly scratchy black stockings, Nightingale wore white stockings that were more similar to the temperament of a nurse and were softer.

“Do what I want to do…”

Nightingale's face flushed slightly, and hot air came out of her mouth. She seemed to have fallen into a reaction that she would never have under normal circumstances.

"Then of course it means observing you?"

"It's definitely going to be something interesting."

"Nightingale..."

Ian wanted to stop the nurse from advancing, but found it was too late.

Compared to Mary, whose hormones have reached a certain limit, Nightingale has just as many little thoughts in her mind.

No.

It should be said that she had endured it for a very long time.

After all, she had to take on a lot of work during the time Ian was away.

Everything started to go wrong.

Under this unknown table, Mary and Nightingale did the same thing.

That was an act that constantly challenged Ian's willpower.

After the two met, the fight turned into a more intense one.

"..."

"..."

Mary and Nightingale looked at each other, and then they both knew what the other was doing.

But they did not stop there, but became more serious.

"You seem very dissatisfied, nurse."

"I should be the one saying this to you."

Ever since——

The war was about to break out, and the two men's secret contest intertwined under the table until even the table began to tremble.

Realizing that if this continued, it would definitely attract everyone's attention.

Ian made a quick decision - it was time to show his courage as the Lord of Iga.

He directly held the hands of the two men, one on the left and one on the right, and spoke in a very serious tone;

"enough--"

"I know what you two are planning to do."

"But you're not allowed to make trouble here!"

"Later—"

"Come into the room with me!"

941. Threesome with Two Girlfriends / Room 49 (4k)

That same afternoon, outside Chaldea Room 49.

This is Ian's room, and it was also the room he was assigned to when he came to Chaldea.

Fortunately, the explosion caused by Rafe did not affect this room, so the equipment here is well preserved.

Today, as Leonardo da Vinci gradually restores Chaldea, its functions are actually much more than before.

However, Ian did not bring Nightingale and Mary here today to introduce his room.

He had something more important to explain to these two people.

There was a snap.

Room 49 was opened.

Ian brought Mary and Nightingale in here.

"sit down."

The man said this and then closed the door.

Before teaching the two of them a lesson, he decided to take a shower.