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"Who would want to be friends with you?!" Ophelia said with a blushing face, covering her skirt.

"What a pervert to do that right away!"

"That's right."

Ian didn't mind her anger too much.

"That's it, then. Today I have to go with Mashu to pick up the confused Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Wait a moment."

Ophelia took Ian's hand.

"Actually, I have something else to say."

"What?"

"……Thanks."

"Thanks?"

"Yeah." The top student magician nodded. "If it weren't for you, I don't think I would be able to see the 'Clarent' so closely."

"This may become a regret in my career as a magician."

"besides--"

Ophelia looked between Ian's legs.

She recalled the feeling of that time in her mind.

"I also had some responsibility at the beginning. I..."

"You've never touched it before?" Ian interrupted her.

"Well, yes... Hey, that's not right! I've touched it... that's not right either, how can I put it!"

"In short, she's a virgin in every sense of the word." Ian went straight to the point.

"Is this what you want to say?"

"Why is it always so hard for me to accept what you say!" Ophelia gritted her teeth.

"But--"

Ian leaned in front of Ophelia.

"It's not that strange - you love magic so much, so you definitely don't have time to think about these things."

"And Ophelia, now that you've said that, I actually want to tell you something."

"Wha, what's the matter?"

"that is--"

Ian pressed Ophelia's head.

"If you hate Sundays, you can just get angry with me on that day to distract yourself."

"It's not a good habit to stay indoors and sleep all day."

"How did you know?" Ophelia was a little surprised.

"Don't worry about it."

"Anyway." Ian held out his hand toward Ophelia, "I welcome you to do this."

Looking at the hand reaching out to her, the girl who came from a family of magicians hesitated for a long time, but finally chose to hold it.

"Okay, this is what you said."

Ophelia had no way of using her magic eyes to observe what her relationship with Ian would eventually be like.

But at least at this moment.

She hoped it wasn't an enemy.

But then again——

Ophelia looked at the other person.

Since he just said I could go see him on Sunday.

I suddenly seemed to feel that this man was not so bad.

"Speaking of which...can it be more than just a temper tantrum?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Ian suddenly felt that he and Ophelia would become friends in a different way.

106. Fujimaru Ritsuka’s late arrival (-word chapter)

Somewhere in Chaldea.

Mashu was standing on the platform holding Fou and Mordred, watching the snow falling from the sky together.

It’s just that the two people’s mentality at this moment is completely different.

"What beautiful snow!"

Mashu looked at the snowflakes swirling and falling from the sky like silver leaves, and her violet eyes revealed an unconcealable joy.

"If you see snow like this later, you will definitely like it."

"Fufu, don't you think so?"

"Fu..."

Since Ian was not there, no one could understand what Fu Fu was saying.

But judging from its slightly wagging tail, it probably shares the same opinion as Mash.

On the other hand, Mordred showed the exact opposite.

She supported her waist with her hands, looking at the snow falling from the sky, and the green eyes that were "borrowed" from Altria revealed waves of discomfort.

"I say, do you all like snow so much?"

"Eh?"

Hearing this, Matthew looked at Mordred aside, with doubts in his eyes.

"Don't you like snow? It's so beautiful."

“It’s beautiful.”

Mordred curled his lips.

"But when it snows, the wheat ears in the fields will catch the cold. If our luck is any worse, there will be a direct crop failure next year."

"So rather than beautiful snow, I hope the weather is sunny."

"..."

The cognitive differences between modern times and the past were laid out before Mashu.

She actually planned to say something like "It's abnormal that it doesn't snow in Antarctica," but then she thought again and felt it was not a good idea.

The girl lowered her head and thought for a while, and came up with a new answer.

"That--"

"Now, you don't have to be afraid."

"No need to be afraid?"

"Yes." Mashu nodded. "Because the times are always progressing, now even if it snows heavily, there will be no talk of a poor harvest."

"Do not worry!"

"As long as I'm here—"

"You definitely won't be hungry! I'll buy you as many French fries as you want, just like the ones we had before!"

"..."

Looking at Mashu in front of him, Mordred was silent at first, and then smiled.

"Are you doing this because my Master is trying to please me?"

"Eh?" Mash shook her head. "That's not the case!"

"I just simply think that this is the right thing to do, there is no other intention!"

"is it?"

Mordred shrugged.

"Then you blame the good guys."

"It looks like someone I know."

"Someone you know?" Mashu blinked, somewhat puzzled.

"Who is it?"

"Oh... It's a man who came from France. He said that his father was once a knight of King Arthur, so he also wanted to walk the same path again in order to find the truth."

"This..." Mashu frowned slightly, "He seems like a very strange person."

"But after what you said, I actually want to meet him."

“There will be a chance.”

Mordred smiled.

"After all, this guy looks like he will become a Heroic Spirit."

"Mashu, Mordred."

A familiar voice came from behind the two of them.

Ian appeared at the entrance of the platform.

Mashu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"senior!"

"Ah."

Ian walked over while answering Matthew.