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"that."

Her throat moved slightly.

"I actually have something else I want to talk to you about."

"Shall we talk?"

"..."

"Row."

Ian was never afraid of trouble that came knocking on his door.

Besides, his intuition told him:

This girl might be aggressive, but not too aggressive.

On a bench on both sides of an aisle somewhere in Chaldea.

"Give."

The girl who bought two bottles of water threw one of them at Ian.

The bottle drew a parabola in the air and landed steadily in Ian's hands.

"What's your name?"

The brown-haired girl unscrewed the lid and sat next to Ian.

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, feeling that there was no need to hide such a thing.

"Ian Pendragon."

"what?"

The girl coughed lightly a few times.

"Are you a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

"Before you ask me a question like that—"

Ian looked at the girl with a look of surprise on her face.

"I think it would be better if you could tell me your name first?"

"..."

Maybe I think Ian is right.

This time, the girl didn't hesitate and directly gave her name.

"Ophelia Farmsolone."

"Can you answer me now?"

"Are you... a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

Ian didn't answer the question, but just smiled.

But this is enough to give the girl who claims to be Ophelia an illusion.

"I didn't expect there really is such a person..." Ophelia muttered, "I thought this surname had long disappeared from the world."

"maybe."

"But I just want to know one thing."

Ian brought the topic back to the point.

"Why are you looking for me? You can't just ask me for my name, right?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be a little boring?"

"of course not."

Ophelia shook her head.

"Ian." With her right eye covered, her expression became a little cold.

"What is your relationship with Mashu?"

really.

It's exactly the same feeling I get when I'm eating.

The Ophelia in front of her was more concerned about Mashu than herself.

Everything is predictable.

Ian answered calmly.

"Ophelia, before I answer this question, shouldn't you also tell me what your relationship with Matthew is?"

"of course can."

Ophelia made no attempt to evade.

She supported her waist with one hand and explained with a bit of pride.

"I am Ophelia Famsolone, a former member of the Clock Tower Spiritual Advent Section."

"My current position is one of the 49 Master Candidates in Group A of Chaldea."

"And Mash——"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Like me, you are also a candidate for Master in Group A."

"From a moral point of view, I think it is necessary for me to ensure her safety as a member of Group A."

"So, please answer my question."

Ophelia's voice was not loud, but it revealed a sense of patience - she seemed to want to know the answer to this question from him.

But Ian is no pushover.

The more the other party wants to know the answer to this question, the less likely he is to tell it so early.

"Ophelia, this kind of morality doesn't make sense logically, does it?"

Ian was not impressed by the explanation.

"After all, if you really uphold such morality, why didn't you come when Mashu was here before?"

"not to mention--"

"Mashu never mentioned your name to me."

Directly point out the "close" relationship between himself and Mashu.

Make the other party realize that "identity fraud" will not work on you.

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"..."

Ofelia could naturally sense that the other party did not accept this statement.

She looked Ian up and down, her blue eyes the only thing that was exposed, as if she was weighing the pros and cons.

After a long time, Ophelia spoke again:

"Well, there's no morality."

"I just think you shouldn't touch Mashu,"

“There has to be a real reason.”

Ian smiled, but his words lacked the friendliness to match.

"It would be a bit disrespectful to think that I would believe such a statement out of thin air."

Knowing that Ian is not easy to fool.

Filia explained directly again.

"Don't you know that Mashu's status here is very special?"

"Very special?"

Ophelia nodded: "It seems you really don't know."

"I don't want to explain anything unnecessary."

"Anyway, I suggest you stop contacting her from now on. This will be a good thing for both of you."

"That's it-"

Seeing Ian's thoughtful look, Ophelia thought he had listened to what she said, but she didn't expect to hear a completely opposite answer the next moment.

"Then it seems——"

"Maybe I should get in touch with her more."

"you!"

Ophelia was a little anxious.

"Didn't you understand what I just said?!"

"understood."

Ian did not avoid Ophelia's gaze.

"But I have my own ideas, so I can't act the way you expect me to."

"You really have other intentions."

"Of course I have other intentions." Ian smiled.

"I want to trick her into bed, got it?"

This is certainly not what Ian really thinks.

After all, if he really had that idea, he would have started looking for opportunities a long time ago.

The real reason is:

In this situation, there was absolutely no way he could let Mashu, who was pretending to be himself and concealing the details of the mock battle, dislike him.

At least until we figure out what's going on with Mordred, that's the way it is.

Also.

He also didn't like Ophelia's top-student-like tone of condemnation.

Only Morgan is qualified to order himself like this.

and so--

Answer this question in the way that the other person least likes.

as predicted.

After hearing Ian's answer, Ophelia, who had been able to remain calm, suddenly became excited.

"What did you say?!"

"Ian, how could you have such an idea? This is hurting Matthew!"

"so what--?"

Ian does not accept Ophelia's accusation.

"What are you doing now?"

"She is also a candidate for the Master of Group A, but she is only accompanied by Fufu."

"When she meets someone like me who is willing to listen to her, she can chatter away for most of the day, and then she still worries whether she is being too noisy."

"Even when eating, I was worried that getting too close would cause me trouble."

"And you-"

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him with cold eyes.