The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

"Ian, aren't you curious at all why my room is decorated like this?"

"Not curious."

Ian answered directly.

It wasn't that he was deliberately quarreling with Ophelia.

Rather, he understands that this is the magician's "workshop."

When the memory was still in Camelot, Morgan once took him to her "workshop" - a room deep in Camelot Castle.

It was a place that only she knew how to enter.

Although magic may theoretically change over time, the essence remains the same.

So--

The room at the sole of the foot must be Ophelia's "workshop".

"Are you trying to be mysterious?"

Ophelia looked at Ian.

"Of course you can understand that." Ian shrugged, "I don't mind."

"But before that, Miss Ophelia, can you turn what you said into reality?"

"You really have a clear purpose."

Ophelia couldn't help but say something.

Fortunately, she knew she had follow-up actions.

"Just sit there."

Ophelia pointed to a spot in the room.

Seeing Ian's hesitation, she added unhappily:

"We're all here now, are you still worried about what kind of evil tricks I will do to you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I just want to say... it's not a good thing to reveal your bust size to others, right?"

"Revealing your bust size to others?"

Ophelia was confused at first, and then suddenly realized something.

She followed Ian's gaze and verified her suspicion.

It was a black lace bra placed there, with lotus pods like petals on the edge of the arc.

Now that the back buckle is unbuttoned, it lies there as loosely as a hemp rope soaked in water.

Ophelia remembered that these were the clothes to dry that she had left unpacked because she was studying magic.

"You really have a problem!"

After the top student magician finished shouting, he hurried over and put it away.

"You are too immoral!" She muttered, covering her breasts.

"Miss Ophelia, you can't blame me for this, right?"

"Forget it, I don't care-"

Ian's eyes swept around.

"It's just that I think it's best to clean your room before doing the next thing?"

"I really can't stand this environment anymore."

"……Row."

then.

In the middle of the night, Ian and Ophelia cleaned this "workshop".

ten minutes later.

Looking at the neat room in front of her, Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

"I can actually clean it up to this extent. Is this still my room?"

"If you are willing to keep it," came Ian's reply, "of course it's yours."

"But you're basically in charge, right? Why do you know so much about this kind of thing?" Ophelia was full of doubts.

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

"Because someone needs me to take care of him like this."

"someone?"

Ophelia turned her head and was about to ask if it was Matthew, but she saw an extremely accidental scene.

Ian turned his face towards him, and his eyes stared at the empty place in front of him for a long time.

His hand touched the collar and pulled it up slightly - it was an instinctive reaction to get some air because it was too hot.

Just for a moment.

Ophelia felt her heart beat a little faster - this was the first time she had seen the opposite sex look like this.

But it only lasted for a moment.

Because Ian quickly turned his head and looked at her, with indescribable sadness in his eyes.

"Yes...it is indeed because of someone."

"..."

Ophelia came to her senses, gathered her emotions, and said:

"Ian, let's start now."

"it is good."

Ophelia still has her own ideas.

She didn't entirely believe Ian's statement about not being a magician yet.

For some reason, magicians often have this need to hide themselves.

From an ordinary person's perspective, this is basically undetectable.

but it is not the truth.

For some reason, magicians often continue to be hereditary and form huge families.

And among them, not all magicians can fulfill their long-cherished wish in their lifetime.

Out of consideration, they will "engrav" the completed part on something that can be inherited, so that it can be passed on to their descendants for their convenience.

This is the Magic Mark—something that a magician cannot hide.

It is also an excellent way to determine whether a person is a magician.

Ophelia's hand shone with blue light, and then began to rub Ian's body.

It was an extremely delicate touch.

She didn't want to miss any place that could react with the magic mark detection technique on her hand.

Ophelia stretched out her hands and touched the man's arms all the way down, passing through the armpits, chest, waist, and back.

These are places where magic marks are easily buried, and are often overlooked because they are not obvious enough.

However, at this moment it did not have any reaction with the magic spell in his hand.

So--

Let’s continue testing.

As Ian watched, Ophelia's hand continued to move downward.

This time it's the abdomen, then the hips, then the thighs, knees, calves, and feet.

Still nothing.

Have you finished checking?

not at all.

Ophelia knew there was one more place she avoided.

She looked at the place between the man's legs.

Although generally speaking, it is basically impossible for magic engraving to be engraved in that kind of place.

But the Ian in front of her always gave her the feeling that "nothing is strange about this guy."

I can't let myself be played like this.

Not much explanation.

Ophelia sat next to Ian. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand and touched the bamboo flute in the forest.

Of course Ian could not react.

He frowned and looked at Ophelia beside him, obviously wanting to get an explanation from her.

Of course the top student magician understands this.

"Don't look at me that way."

"Necessary measures, I don't want to do it."

In all fairness.

Ophelia found that this was the first time she had touched the body of the opposite sex.

It is indeed a very amazing feeling.

The square inch of skin gradually lost the softness it should have had during the advancement and retreat of his fingers, and instead became asphalt-like.

Sweeping the fingertips, they actually spread out to form a road, slowly extending outward.

A unique sense of satisfaction was waiting for her at the end of the clock tower, just like the score on the knowledge questionnaire - it was the top student's proof that his fingers were not dull.

If you press the bamboo flute gently, there will be a slight sway as if the tree is trying to be still but the wind is not stopping.

At this moment, the bamboo flute in the forest is within the palm of your hand, as if you can witness the sound of the clear spring if you are willing.

Ophelia found herself a little greedy for this feeling - after all, when she became a member of the magician's family, she was destined to miss this kind of thing.

Unexpectedly, I would find this turbid beauty that should have disappeared due to various chances and coincidences.

How ironic.

but--

It seems more interesting than expected.

"By the way, Miss Ophelia——"

"Is it not over yet?"

"Isn't this a little long?"

Ian's questioning pulled Ophelia back a few steps from the feeling of looking back on the past.

She blushed slightly and said:

"Well... the first step is indeed over."

"But there is a second step, don't be impatient."

Ophelia did not lie.

She did have two moves—but she didn't say which ones.