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She climbed up from the table and looked at Ian in front of her with a nervous expression.

“Why take pictures?”

"Nothing, just a souvenir - I can send it to you if you want."

“Who wants this kind of photo?”

"Really not?"

"…Then let's post it."

Ian smiled and then sent the photos he had just taken to Ophelia.

The latter showed a shameful yet slightly happy expression when he saw the photos sent from his mobile phone.

"Pervert..." the magician muttered, "You actually used it both front and back... I don't know how you became a candidate for the Master."

“Because it’s really good.”

"Really good?!"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

“This is my sincere evaluation.”

"I originally thought that a magician like you would be difficult to get along with, but—"

"Just like any other girl."

"Eh?"

Ophelia's face turned even redder - she found that she actually liked this comment.

"Ian, am I the first person to make you feel this way?"

"No." The man shook his head without hesitation, leaving no hope for the other party.

"You are not the first, and you won't be the last."

Ophelia looked a little lost.

"but--"

“It’s an interesting one.”

Ophelia was happy again.

But she soon realized that Ian had said that on purpose.

He wanted his emotions to flow with his words.

"Don't try to sneakily stir up my emotions."

"Ok, I know."

Ian was not at all flustered.

“You are an independent magician.”

"But that's exactly how I feel—Ophelia, you're very interesting."

"You say that to every girl, right?"

"Have you discovered it?"

"you!"

Ophelia wanted to be angry, but found that there was no point at all.

Because even if I get angry, he won't be affected in any way.

Even if——

The contact between the two people can no longer be described as just intimate.

Ophelia grabbed her other hand with a complicated expression.

She found herself getting emotional.

It's impossible to simply stay as it is now.

How she wished that he did all this with affection, rather than the current relationship which seemed close but was actually distant.

"Ian, have you never fallen in love with anyone?"

"Yes." Ian smiled calmly, "but not now."

"and--"

"I guess I should have said that."

"I…always have someone I want to see."

"..."

Hearing this, Ophelia's eyes dimmed and she stood up.

"I'm going to take a shower."

In the bathroom, she faced herself in the mirror and shed two lines of tears.

I'm so unconvinced.

Who on earth could possibly make this devil tempted?

I really want to curse her for only having seasonings to buy instant noodles and only having a hundred-yuan bill to take the bus.

After rinsing her body with hot water several times, Ophelia finally calmed down a little.

But when she walked out of the bathroom, she saw an unexpected scene.

Ian, who had been trying every possible way to make himself feel ashamed, now started cleaning the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Check if there are any cameras."

"I didn't put the camera!" Ophelia said with a blushing face.

"Just kidding." Ian's eyes swept across the room.

"I just thought this would make you feel more comfortable."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah." The man nodded.

"after all--"

"I can only be with you on Sundays."

"So now that we've finally come here, we have to do something."

"..."

Why not a boyfriend?

Ophelia could no longer control herself and she buried her head in Ian's arms.

When the man saw her like this, he was a little surprised at first, but he soon accepted it all.

for a long time.

Ophelia looked up.

She returned to her normal state and pushed Ian away.

"You really change your attitude faster than turning the pages of a book."

Ian covered his chest and couldn't help but complain.

"Who told you to make me do that just now?"

"I...want to make amends!"

"Compensation, what compensation?"

"that is--"

Ophelia looked at Ian and spoke carefully.

"Didn't I tell you before that if you are free someday, come back to the Clock Tower with me?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "You did say that."

"Now I'm going to add one more condition." Ophelia raised a finger.

"What conditions?"

"…accompany me to meet my parents."

"what?"

"Don't make that expression!" Ophelia pushed Ian.

"For us to keep this relationship going... I have to be single."

"If you don't help me deal with my parents—"

"Do you want to watch me being forced to marry a magician from nowhere by using my family as an excuse?"

"You have to help me tell this lie!"

"..."

"Why do you still have that expression?"

"No." Ian coughed lightly.

"I just feel that...if it was before, you definitely wouldn't say something like this - you would put your family first."

“…That’s because of you.”

Ophelia said with a blushing face.

"Strange things like this always happen...I can't go back!"

"But except for the first time, I never forced you, right?"

"I don't care, it's your problem."

"..."

Ian smiled.

"Row."

"If there's a chance, I'll go to the Clock Tower with you."

"Then..." Ophelia raised her eyes slightly.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah." The man nodded.

Ophelia became bolder after getting the other party's consent so easily.

"Now that we've come to this... then Ian, promise me one more thing."

"what's up?"

"that is--"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

“Can we keep this relationship going?”

"..."

Ian was a little surprised at first, but soon regained his composure.

"No."

"Why?" Ophelia was a little anxious. "It's just this kind of relationship of mutual comfort. I don't want anything else from you!"

"But..." Ian pretended to be innocent, "I think we should add another identity as friends, right?"

"..."