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"Now you're here blaming me for not having her in bed and for staying away from her, but you're not going to do anything to change it after this."

"Then I want to ask, isn't your behavior hypocritical?"

"If it's hypocrisy, how is it different from my despicable behavior?"

"Compared to that, I can at least make her happy, right?"

"..."

Ophelia didn't expect Ian to refute her so directly.

When she was secretly peeping, she saw that this person looked friendly and thought he was easy to talk to.

But now it seems that was just the side he showed to Mashu.

"Ian, you are a wicked man," Ophelia couldn't help but say.

"Thank you for the compliment." Ian accepted the attack without hesitation.

"It is a great honor for me to receive such evaluation from you as a member of Team A."

Upon hearing this answer, Ophelia was stunned at first, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"You, are you also a member of Group A?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

He intentionally revealed his identity at this time.

"Ms. Ophelia, I'm afraid you never expected that a villain like me would become a reserve master of Group A with you."

"The world is wonderful, isn't it?"

Ian thought Ophelia would be even angrier after he said this.

That way, it would be a complete revenge for her previous attitude.

But things did not develop as he imagined.

After hearing Ian reveal his true identity, Ophelia's attitude suddenly changed.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Really? I thought it was the people from Group B who crossed the line."

"..."

This sudden change left Ian at a loss.

He is not afraid of a head-on confrontation.

But if the other party gives in, he won’t know what to do.

"Are the members of Group B that bad?"

“It’s not that it’s unbearable.”

Ophelia took a sip of the wine and looked at Ian in front of her.

“It’s that everyone has something they should do.”

“Let a screwdriver design the screws, and then let a designer screw the screws.”

"The former is asking too much, and the latter is a waste of talent."

"Ian—"

"We are 'monsters', so we should have the responsibilities of 'monsters', understand?"

Ian was not confused by Ophelia's remarks.

His mind was clear.

"So you're saying that I'm qualified to take on Mashu?"

"Even if I wanted to sleep with her?"

"..."

Ophelia looked away.

"Then if Mashu wants to, can I stop her?"

"I just hope that the person who accepts this responsibility can be a little more capable. If you are a member of Group A, then it will be much more reliable."

Ophelia was not joking at all.

She really thought so.

"So what kind of responsibility is so important?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

"Then you have to answer me a question first."

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Where are you from, magician?"

"Clock Tower? Wandering Sea? Or Atlas Court?"

Ophelia listed several names of organizations that Ian had never heard of.

"No, neither."

Ian simply shook his head.

"Actually, I'm not a magician yet."

"what?!"

Ophelia became even more excited.

"You haven't even become a magician yet, but you've already entered Chaldea as a Master Candidate?"

"How can this be?"

An inexplicable desire to win ignited in the girl's blue eyes.

She took Ian's hand.

"no!"

"You come back to the room with me now."

"Let me take a good look at you to see what's wrong with you!"

96. The physical examination that intoxicated Ophelia (-word chapter)

"stop."

Ian grabbed Ophelia who was impatient.

"Why do you have to go to your room at this hour?"

"I refuse to do such a thing."

Ophelia was a little surprised by Ian's reaction.

"Aren't you interested in being a magician?!"

"I'm really not that interested."

Ian didn't say this to reject Ophelia.

As far as he could remember, he had come into contact with two magicians.

One is Morgan;

The other is Merlin.

Although I don't want to discredit Morgan in any way.

But Ian had to admit that the identity of a magician had a great influence on a person's thinking.

After all, once a person has the ability to change things, it is really unpredictable in which direction he will think.

Even Morgan felt a little abnormal because of it.

"But--"

Ophelia's eyes were full of confusion.

"It would be inappropriate to become a candidate for Master without the identity of a magus."

“Does this really exist?”

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"I am still standing in front of you like that, right?"

"..."

It's still an irrefutable reason.

Ophelia became more and more suspicious of Ian's words "not yet a magician".

She thought about it for a while and came up with an idea.

"That--"

"What if I tell you I have a way to help you take your magic skills to the next level?"

"..."

Ian licked the corner of his mouth.

"For example?"

"No example."

Ophelia knew she had found a topic that interested Ian.

"Everyone's steps to advancement are different, you have to follow me."

"is it?"

Ian gave a superficially friendly smile.

"I see."

"It seems that I have to go to this room."

Ten minutes later.

Led by Ophelia, Ian walked through several corridors and came to the door of a room.

From the outside, the room looked almost the same as Ian's residence.

There is a kind sign on the door that says "016".

Without further ado, Ophelia opened the door.

If anyone saw this scene at this time, they would definitely feel that she brought a man back to her room late at night.

but--

Even if it was just a step into the room, I would never have such a thought.

Because behind the door is another world.

Except for the necessary resting space, all the remaining space in the room was used to place magician-related items.

Like some ancient books with many obscure words written on them;

Or rather, some scattered things that seem to have some mysterious use.

All in all, this is a completely different decor from Ian's room.

If Ophelia herself wasn't lying - then all this should make sense.

And Ian had already vaguely sensed this reason.

"How is it? You've never seen decorations like this before, have you?"

"If you're interested—"

When Ophelia turned around and prepared to bargain with Ian, she was suddenly poured a bucket of cold water.