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Ian put his arm around Matthew's waist.

"As a 'tool', you are excellent."

This close contact allowed the girl to immediately feel the other person's morning physiological reaction.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked shyly.

"Senior... is very strong."

"Do you need my help with this?"

Ian did not answer directly, but asked Matthew a question in return.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable doing this right after getting up?"

"will not."

Mash's hands became bolder.

She answered while feeling the warmth from the other person.

"I am a 'tool' of my predecessors."

“It is only natural to serve our seniors.”

"..."

Ian didn't refuse again - he knew that would only ruin Matthew's good mood for the day.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mash."

"Yes!"

Fu Fu, curled up into a ball, was still sleeping soundly on her own throne.

Mashu was already kneeling beside the bed, working diligently.

The girl buried her head between the man's legs.

She gathered up the anger she had when she woke up in the morning bit by bit.

Just as she herself admitted - this is how a "tool" should behave.

Ian stroked her head lovingly, his eyes accidentally sweeping over the phone on the table.

anyway--

Ophelia didn't react at all?

Ian thought she would express disgust at his behavior.

Now it seems that is not the case at all.

Not surprising, though—perhaps she just doesn’t care.

After all, in every sense, Ophelia has reasons to hate herself.

Yesterday's message about bras might have been part of this disgust.

Everything is reasonable.

however.

Ian's thought was shattered in less than a minute.

Because his cell phone received a new message from Ophelia - it seemed to be the exact time for her to get up.

The man picked up the phone, but saw a slightly shocking scene.

"you!"

"Give!"

"I!"

"Pass!"

"Come!"

"Right away! Right now!"

Several messages popped up on the screen in a very short period of time.

Even though it was just words, Ian could imagine how Ophelia looked when she sent such a message.

He was just about to reply when another message popped up on the screen.

"Don't bring Mashu with you, just do it by yourself!"

"..."

Now that things have come to this, Ian knew it would be better for him to respond.

After all, if Ophelia gets anxious, no one knows what she will do.

"Row."

"Wait a minute."

After Ian finished his reply, he looked at Mashu who was trying hard to play the role of "tool".

He held her head.

The latter no longer resisted as before, but allowed the thing it was serving to be pushed in.

Gurgling.

Mashu's throat moved slightly.

The morning cleanup task is finally over.

Ian took her to take a bath, blew her hair, and then carried her back to bed naked.

He covered her with the quilt and said:

"Mashu, I'm going to be out for a while. Can you wait for me in the room like this?"

"Waiting for you like this?" Mashu glanced at the body under the quilt and blushed.

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Matthew, don't you want to?"

"No!" The girl shook her head.

"I will do my best to complete what you ordered me to do."

"That's fine."

Ian gave Matthew a soft kiss on the forehead.

"wait for me."

"Hmm~"

Of course, Ian didn't let Matthew stay in bed like this out of his own bad taste.

He had to make sure she didn't leave her room now.

The main purpose is to reduce the possibility of encountering risks - after all, the traitor is likely to be in Chaldea.

On the other hand, it is also to rationalize this kind of thing.

Rather than making Mashu realize that he is a "burden":

It would be better to make her feel that she is being "demanded".

This way you won’t feel uncomfortable.

Everything is arranged properly.

Ian left his room and headed towards 016 where Ophelia was.

Ten minutes later.

He came to Ophelia's door.

"I have arrived."

The man sent a message to the other party.

Soon, the door opened.

The girl with the eyepatch pulled Ian in.

pat.

The door closed again and the corridor returned to silence.

"You bastard!"

Ophelia supported herself with one hand and pointed at Ian with the other.

"Didn't we agree not to attack Mashu?!"

"What does that photo mean?!"

"You pervert! You shameless stinking man! You lowly rascal with dirty thoughts in your head! How can there be a candidate for Master like you?!"

The top magician who graduated from the Clock Tower cursed several times in one breath and began to gasp for breath.

It can be seen that she is really a little angry.

But Ian remained calm.

He even stepped aside and poured her a glass of water.

"Are you tired of scolding?"

"Drink some water before you continue to curse, okay?"

Looking at the water being handed to her, Ophelia knew that what she had just said had no effect on him at all.

"you!"

"How can you be so shameless?!"

"That's not cheeky, Miss Ophelia."

Ian put the cup on the round table beside him.

"I just don't want to talk to you when you're angry."

“That would be very inefficient.”

"..."

Ophelia was not slow to respond.

She immediately realized that what Ian actually meant was "He had his reasons for doing this."

She calmed down a little.

"What do you want to say?"

"Are you trying to figure out another 'No one wanted Mashu, so you took action' thing?"

“This time it’s more than just that.”

Ian was not impatient because of Ophelia's just-rebuked rebuke.

On the contrary, he became more patient.

"Miss Ophelia, could you please listen to me and tell me what's going on?"

"..."

Ophelia was not the kind of person who would not listen to anything when she got angry.

She thought for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, I'd like to see how you plan to argue."

However, Ian had no intention of defending his actions too much.

Sincerity is the best killer move.

He told Ophelia exactly what happened in the bathroom last night.

He knew that this kind of thing itself had enough impact.