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Ian's eyes swept over Mordred and Matthew who were present.

"She said that if there is a chance in the future, she plans to take me to the Clock Tower."

"what?"

Mordred naturally didn't understand what the term "Clock Tower" meant.

Mashu showed a surprised expression.

"Senior, that's where magicians gather, right? If Miss Ophelia is willing to take you there, it means that she recognizes your ability as a magician, right?!"

"Who knows..." Ian smiled bitterly.

"That's something that can only be determined later."

"correct--"

Ian's eyes stayed on Mash's slightly thin uniform.

"You can't wear so little when you go out to a place like this."

As the man said this, he took off his coat and put it on Mashu.

"Senior..."

Matthew grabbed Ian's coat and her face turned red.

"Fu Fu Fu (What a vulgar method)." Fu Fu said this while wagging her tail.

"Eh?!"

Mordred was unhappy when he saw this.

"Master, I'm cold too! I want a coat too!"

"This……"

Upon hearing her words, Matthew immediately wanted to take off Ian's coat and hand it to Mordred.

But Ian held the girl's hand at this time.

"Need not."

"Just a coat. I can get an extra one right now."

Ian wasn't kidding.

He began to focus his attention.

The memory of wearing the coat earlier replayed in his mind.

Comfort, fabric area, and cutting techniques are deconstructed one by one.

This was the embodiment of a vague feeling from before - a feeling he had grasped under Ophelia's guidance.

more.

A little more.

Just right now!

Ian felt his heart suddenly beat, and his whole body seemed to be shaken, leaving several afterimages.

At this moment, he had an extra coat in his hands.

"This……"

Mordred couldn't believe what he saw.

After all, a few seconds ago, his father had nothing in his hands!

Mashu was also surprised.

But she soon realized the nature of the phenomenon - it was magic!

"Senior, have you already learned such a powerful magic?!"

“Not that great.”

Ian handed the "projected" coat to Mordred.

"It's just a replica of memory."

"It's fine for daily use, but if you really want to use it as some unique skill, I'm afraid it's not good enough."

It's not that Ian is being modest.

Rather, it was the feeling he had after practicing step by step according to Ophelia's instructions.

He found that this kind of "memory projection" was really inconvenient.

Not only do you have to touch the entity before the "projection".

And because it is limited by memory itself, every subsequent "projection" can only be a degraded version of it.

Too many "projections" may even affect the length of existence.

It's hard to judge how useful this will be if a head-on confrontation comes one day.

Ian knew he had to find a way to improve these problems.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

The man waved his hand and threw the topic away from himself.

"Hasn't the Master candidate named Fujimaru Ritsuka arrived yet?"

"Logically speaking, it should be just as Senior said, we should have arrived a long time ago."

Mashu, who was wearing a coat, also became confused.

“That’s very strange…”

"That--!"

"Could there be some problem on the road?!"

Mordred put on the coat his father handed to him and said this while looking at the sky full of snowflakes.

"Like bumping into something!"

"Mordred!"

Ian stopped her.

"How can you talk like that?"

"Eh?!"

Only then did Mordred realize that he seemed to have said something very unlucky.

She slapped her mouth a few times and apologized with her tongue sticking out.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"It's ok."

Mashu smiled calmly.

“I think it’s reasonable to have such an idea.”

"But I don't think you need to worry! Because if you want to come here, there will be a special dispatch from Chaldea, and the whole process will be tracked!"

"I think with so much help, there shouldn't be any problems."

This was the first time Ian heard about how the Master candidate came to Chaldea.

"I see."

"That--"

Ian looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him.

"Mashu, is this how you came to Chaldea?"

"Eh? This..."

Mashu turned her face away, her eyes becoming a little evasive.

"My words are slightly different."

Feeling that Matthew seemed reluctant to talk about this matter, Ian decisively changed the subject.

"Hey, come to think of it, how do you determine whether someone is qualified to be a 'Master'?"

"I remember that the detection system related to Chaldea is quite large, right?"

"Could it be that something like this is set up somewhere else?"

"no!"

Mashu seemed much more confident when talking about what she knew.

"The one here in Chaldea is the most complete version of the test."

“And what you carry with you when you go to other places is a simplified version that is convenient for work.”

"The two methods have essentially the same effect, except that the former will detect more evidence that can be used to evaluate the abilities of the Master candidates, while the latter, while convenient, also omits these."

"Oh... I see." Ian showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"So, when you're recruiting people outside, are you also using the title of 'Master Candidate'?"

"This one……"

Mashu looked around and confirmed that it was relatively quiet before continuing in a low voice.

"Senior, please don't leak out what I'm going to tell you next."

"Isn't that natural?"

"Hmm..." Mashu nodded. "In fact, when we are outside, we usually disguise the monitoring point as a blood donation vehicle or something like that."

"And if someone with high aptitude is found during this process, that person will be transferred to Chaldea."

"Isn't this kidnapping?"

"That's not the case." Mashu shook her head. "We will explain our intentions to the other party and bring them to Chaldea only after obtaining their consent."

"Oh... you mean if you didn't agree, you wouldn't have brought it here, right?"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not bad."

However, Mashu quickly denied this statement.

"Do not."

"If they disagree, they will be marked as 'not agreed yet' and then brought to Chaldea until they agree."

"Then this is kidnapping!"

"But, Senior—"

Mashu looked at the snowy sky, with a hint of relief in her eyes.

"So far, no one who has come to Chaldea has said that they want to leave."

“So I think this approach makes sense.”

"..."