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Because what she saw was a face that didn't really care.

She was a little unhappy.

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

"Not curious."

Ian answered directly.

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

But he understood that this was the magician's "workshop".

When her memory was still in Camelot, Morgan had taken her to her "workshop" - a room deep inside Camelot Castle.

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

Although magic may change in theory as time passes, there are still commonalities in its essence.

So--

The room under your feet must be Ophelia's "workshop".

"Are you being mysterious?"

Ophelia looked at Ian.

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

"But before that, Miss Ophelia, can you make what you said a 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 hesitated, she added unhappily:

"Now that you're here, are you still worried that I'll do something bad to you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

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

"Disclose your breast size to others?"

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

She followed Ian's gaze and confirmed her guess.

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

Now that the back buckle was undone, it lay there loosely like a hemp rope soaked in water.

Ophelia remembered that she was so busy studying magic that she hadn't put away the clothes to dry.

"You really have a problem!"

After the top magician finished shouting, he hurried over and collected it.

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

"Miss Ophelia, this can't be blamed on me, right?"

"Forget it, I don't care—"

Ian's eyes swept around.

"It's just that I think it would be best to clean your room before doing anything else?"

“I really can’t stand this environment anymore.”

"……Row."

then.

Late in the evening, Ian and Ophelia cleaned the "workshop".

Ten minutes later.

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

"Is it still my room if it's tidied to this extent?"

"If you're willing to keep it," Ian replied, "of course it's yours."

"But you are basically the one in charge, so why do you know so much about this kind of thing?" Ophelia was full of confusion.

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke:

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

"someone?"

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

I saw Ian facing him with his side face, and his eyes stared at the empty space in front of him for a long time.

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

Just a moment.

Ophelia felt her heart beating a little faster - it was the first time she saw a member of the opposite sex like this.

But it only lasted for a moment.

Because Ian quickly turned around and looked at her, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes.

"Yes...it's because of someone."

"..."

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

"Ian, let's start now."

"it is good."

Ophelia still has her own ideas.

She didn't completely believe Ian's words about "not being a magician yet".

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

From the perspective of the average person, this is essentially undetectable speech.

but it is not the truth.

For some reason, magicians tend to pass down their legacy from generation to generation, forming large families.

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

For this reason, they would "carve" the completed part onto something that could be inherited so that it could be passed on to their descendants for their convenience.

This is the Magic Mark - something that is difficult for a magician to hide.

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

Ophelia's hands glowed blue, and then she began to rub Ian's body.

It was an extremely delicate touch.

She didn't want to miss any place that could react to the magic mark detection spell in her hand.

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

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

However, at this moment it did not react to the magic spell in his hand.

So--

Continue testing below.

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

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

Still found nothing.

Have you finished the inspection?

not at all.

Ophelia knew there was one place she avoided.

She looked between the man's legs.

Although generally speaking, it is basically impossible to carve magic seals in such places.

But the Ian in front of her always gave her the feeling that "no matter what happens to this guy, it's not strange."

I can't let myself be fooled like this.

Not much explanation.

Ophelia sat down next to Ian, and after hesitating for a moment, she reached out and touched the bamboo flute in the woods.

Of course there was no way Ian would not react.

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

The top magician certainly understands this.

"Don't look at me that way."

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

To be fair.

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 small piece of skin gradually lost its original softness as his fingers moved in and out, and instead became as rough as asphalt.

With a sweep of his fingertips, they actually spread out to form a road, slowly extending outwards.

A unique sense of satisfaction, like the score on the Clock Tower's knowledge questionnaire, was waiting for her at the end - it was the top student's way of proving that his fingers were not dull.

If you press the bamboo flute gently, there will be a slight swaying feeling as if the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop.

At this moment, the bamboo flute in the forest is within the palm of your hand, as if you can witness the sound of flowing springs as long as you want.

Ophelia found herself somewhat greedy for this feeling - after all, when she became a member of a magician's family, she was destined to have nothing to do with such things.

I didn't expect that due to various coincidences, I would be able to find back this turbid beauty that should have disappeared.

It's really ironic.

but--

It seems more interesting than I imagined.

"Now, Miss Ophelia—"

"Isn't it over yet?"

“Is this taking a long time?”

Ian's question pulled Ophelia back a few steps from her retrospective feelings.

She blushed slightly and said:

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

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

Ophelia was indeed not lying.

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