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"No." Mary still seemed to disagree.

“I still think fresh ones are better.”

"I want to go in."

"No entry."

"I want to go in."

"No entry."

"..."

Listening to the tape-like conversation outside the door, Ian sighed helplessly, realizing that if this continued, Nightingale and Mary might have to fight like they did in the restaurant.

The war between women is sometimes so troublesome.

but……

He soon let it go.

The reason is simple.

Now that he had "provoked" so many girls to return to Chaldea, he had to be prepared to be responsible for each and every one of them.

No matter what kind of small emotion it is, or the various needs after enduring for too long, they are things that you should accept and satisfy.

Thinking of this, Ian directly demonstrated his courage as the Lord of Iga.

Brush it——

Ian pushed the bathroom door open.

Everything was just as he heard and analyzed.

On the right is Mary, who is holding a bath towel that she probably found in her closet. She doesn't know whether it belongs to Mash or someone else.

On the left is Nightingale, who has just finished warming up and looks slightly hot.

"you--"

The man twisted his neck, then looked towards the bed and spoke to them as if giving an order.

"Get down on the bed—"

"today!"

"Don't even think about running away!"

"..."

Before Nightingale could react, Mary had already reached the bed with great skill.

She supported her chin and spoke quite naturally:

"I got here first, so I have priority later."

"..."

Ian walked directly to Nightingale's side and asked softly;

"Don't you want to do that?"

"Or...are there any other concerns?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to say that."

"That's good." Ian bent down and picked up the somewhat bewildered Nightingale.

"This time, Meili is right—if you miss me in the future, just come to me directly. I will definitely recognize you no matter when."

"..."

A look of obvious emotion flashed across Nightingale's face, but it quickly turned into a slightly shy nod.

She put her arms around his neck and nodded.

"Well, I will."

A few minutes later, the room became Ian's "performance time".

"Today, none of you can escape!"

late at night.

Looking at Mary, who was lying beside him, curled up like a kitten.

"This guy is really... Even though it's already like this, he still keeps asking me to continue."

"Because she really likes you."

It was at this time that Nightingale "defended" Mary.

"There's a big difference between liking someone and simply being tough."

"I... can see that."

"..."

Looking at Nightingale who was holding his arm on the other side, Ian gently tidied her hair which had become a little messy due to the movement just now.

"What about you——"

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course I do." Nightingale looked Ian straight in the eye. "But I also like being with you."

"Hmm... I feel an inexplicable sense of security."

"Nightingale, do you think I'm being praised?"

"Yeah." The nurse nodded and then leaned her head closer.

"but--"

"If I may, there is something I learned from Leonardo da Vinci that I would very much like to understand."

"what's up?"

"Um……"

Nightingale leaned her head against Ian's.

"I want to know what's going on with those seven people sleeping inside Chaldea..."

942. Nightingale's Early Rising Service/7 People in Group A (4k)

"..."

Ian didn't expect Nightingale to suddenly ask such a question.

After all, judging from her actions just now, the man thought she wanted to do something else.

"Why... why are you asking this question all of a sudden?"

"Can't I ask?" Nightingale put her arms around Ian's neck and leaned close to him.

Although her expression didn't reveal it, the nurse's body temperature was undeniably high. It could even be said that it had become somewhat "hot" due to a certain degree of excitement.

"Is this... Chaldea's secret?"

"..."

"Not really." Ian shook his head. "I'm just curious how you knew this - after all, I don't think you came to Chaldea when they fell asleep."

"At least... let me know how you knew that, right?"

"So that's it."

Nightingale was not an unreasonable person. She nodded and responded quickly.

"I heard Dr. Roman mention this when I was working in the medical department."

"..."

Roman.

It's Roman again.

Although it felt like this time might be a coincidence, for some reason, Ian always felt something was wrong when his name was mentioned.

It was an indescribable strange feeling, not friendly, but definitely not hostile either.

"..."

Nightingale noticed Ian's contemplation and quickly asked another question.

"From your expression, this doesn't seem to be something worth mentioning, but I haven't asked."

"No."

Ian stopped Nightingale who was about to give up.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Here's the thing, Nightingale."

In the next few minutes, Ian told Nightingale almost verbatim about the huge disturbance that Leif had caused in Chaldea.

After hearing all this, the latter showed an angry expression.

Even Ian could sense that murderous look.

"How can you do this!"

"Isn't this murder?! That man called Leif is so ungrateful! People like him should go to hell alive!"

"..."

Ian could understand Nightingale's anger.

After all, this is the place that dared to set up a hospital and take in refugees when the United Kingdom was fighting against the Celts.

Naturally, I feel angry from the bottom of my heart about Leif's disregard for human rights.

"Hmm...so it's been dealt with."

"'Dealt with' it?" Nightingale was stunned for a moment, then showed an understanding expression, "Is it 'that'?"

"almost……"

Ian nodded.

"After all, this guy's true form isn't a good thing."

"That's good."

Nightingale showed a satisfied expression.

Although she is an angel in white, she is not so kind that she cannot distinguish between right and wrong.

However, after a moment, the nurse still showed sadness.

She sighed and replied:

"Well, even so, letting several people who could have achieved something go to hell with a demon is a very unprofitable thing no matter how you look at it..."

"Oh God……"

Nightingale prayed.

"If possible, please give them the greatest possible assistance."

"..."

"Actually, it's not as serious as you say." Ian comforted the sad-looking Nightingale. "Right now, we can't confirm whether they are truly in danger of death."

"What does it mean?"

"Well……"

Ian thought about it for a moment, and then continued to tell Nightingale a deeper reason.

"In fact, the director was also a 'victim' in that explosion. It's just that I used a relatively special method to bring her back from a place where she could never return."