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Ian is trying every possible way to rescue it.

Although he himself is not much better.

Today is the day he eats the most French fries.

Meanwhile, Mordred collapsed on the sofa because he tasted the correct flavor of potatoes for the first time.

"It turns out that potatoes are so delicious... Brother Gao Wen, you have caused me so much trouble."

Just as Mordred was lamenting about life, Mashu, the only one who remained normal, suddenly walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder.

"Um, can you come out for a moment?"

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

"..."

Although he didn't know what Mashu wanted to do, Mordred recalled the question just now and nodded.

"it is good."

The two of them came to a place a little further away - a place where only the two of them could hear each other's voices.

"what's wrong?"

Since Mashu had barely managed to save him from the French fries crisis, Mordred didn't mind her abruptness.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"that!"

Mashu's voice was small but firm.

"You said that Senior Ian has someone very important in his heart, right?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded, "And it's not just very important, it's the most important one!"

"That--"

Mashu clasped her hands together and placed them in front of her chest in a prayer gesture.

"There shouldn't be anyone second yet?!"

"Please look at me carefully!"

"I will work hard!"

After saying this, Mashu ran away with a red face.

Her voice came again:

"Senior! In a few days, the belated 48th Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka, will finally arrive in Chaldea!"

"Would you mind going with me to pick her up then?!"

Mordred did not hear what Ian replied.

Because her attention was still on what Mashu had just said.

"Second most important person?"

"Does that mean you want to be with your father?"

"and many more--"

"She wants to be my mother?!"

105. Ophelia's "Seduction" Plan (-word chapter)

A few days later, in front of Ophelia's door.

Ian knocked on the door in front of him with a sign saying "016".

Not like before.

This time it was not him who approached Ophelia, but she sent him a message via her mobile phone.

"Come to my room for a moment."

Technically, this seemed to be the first time she had done this.

There was a snap.

The door opened.

Ophelia was standing there, looking at Ian in front of her with caution.

She said coldly:

"Did you come here alone?"

"Mordred, didn't follow you?"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"As a magician, shouldn't you know best whether she followed me or not?"

"Too."

Ophelia made way for Ian.

"come in."

There was a snap.

The door closed again.

Ian looked at the clean and tidy environment in the room and sighed.

"Ophelia, you're not incapable of cleaning your room, are you?"

"I haven't been here these few days, but isn't everything still fine here?"

"..."

Ophelia looked away.

"Even if you praise me like this, I won't be very happy."

"Ok, I know."

Ian turned back.

"So this is not a compliment, it's just a simple statement of fact."

"besides--"

"What do you want to do with me? According to what you want, we should no longer keep in touch with each other."

Just like Ian said.

With the help of Ophelia, Ian "successfully" summoned the Servant Mordred.

Although it was not consistent with his original purpose, he still kept his original promise and never came to her room again, and even deliberately disappeared from her sight.

This made Ophelia realize.

In fact, he may not have any interest in himself at all.

Taking action simply to achieve a goal.

Thinking of this, Ophelia's face darkened and she looked very unhappy.

"What's your attitude..."

"Do you find the sight of me offensive to you?"

As Ophelia said this, her eyes were always looking towards a corner of the room.

Ian noticed this but kept quiet.

He shrugged.

"I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you."

"I'm just worried that you'd feel uncomfortable seeing me. If that's the case, I might as well not appear in your sight in the first place."

"Stop it."

Ophelia retorted directly.

"How can you be so kind... You must have other ideas."

"Other ideas are fine, or no ideas are fine."

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"Miss Ophelia, you asked me to come here just to scold me like this, didn't you?"

"If that's the case, I think you could probably do it right from your phone."

"After all, that person can also hear the sound - don't worry, I won't hang up on you."

Of course Ophelia could hear the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

He was indicating that he wanted to speak frankly.

She cleared her throat and said:

"By the way, Ian, did you know that sword has additional magic attached to it?"

"Sword? Mordred's?"

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

"It's not surprising that they have magic." Ian looked at her in front of him, "After all, they are 'Servants'. Didn't you say that their appearance is a form of magic?"

"According to common sense, this is indeed the case."

Ophelia went to the bookshelf nearby, took down a book, quickly flipped to a page, and started to confirm something.

"Ian, but this kind of magic is not something that Mordred himself possesses."

"Are you trying to say that someone cast a spell on that sword, and then made it follow the 'Servant' in the form of a 'Noble Phantasm' and come to me?"

"you……"

Ophelia frowned slightly.

"How do you know what I'm going to say?"

"Because I have thought about this question too." Ian did not hide the reason.

"Ophelia, are you worried about me?"

"Who's worried about you!" Ophelia closed the book and glared at Ian.

"Stop being so self-righteous."

"I'm just afraid that this unknown magic might bring about some unpredictable changes."

"Then you can rest assured."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"I promise, the magic on this sword is not dangerous."

"Are you serious?"