The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"If you didn't teach me, why would you send it..."

Halfway through her words, Ophelia suddenly understood.

The only way for Ian to contact Matthew at this moment is the mobile phone in his hand.

And now...

It's in your hands!

"You don't want me to use your identity to teach her to do this kind of thing, do you?"

"Yeah." Ian smiled and touched Ophelia's head, "You are indeed a magician, so smart."

"Yes."

"If you use my identity to do things, you don't have to worry about your reputation being affected, right? You can teach me whatever you want."

“In this case… it wouldn’t count as leaving Mashu out in the cold, right?”

"no!"

"Huh?" Ian covered Ophelia's mouth.

"I didn't say you could bargain."

Before the magician could say a word, the man held her whole body in his arms.

The back garden of the clock tower welcomed the familiar visitor in silence.

The back of the magician's left hand overlapped with the man's palm, and then he was slowly led to the garden in front.

"My Ophelia, please teach Mashu well with your ability as an excellent student."

"Please let her know that there are some magic tricks she can do on her own."

"..."

Ophelia's hands were shaking.

The man did not force her, and even spoke in a euphemism way.

But she knew she really only had one choice.

I could only do it honestly.

From this moment on, the magic of one person blossomed between Ophelia's fingers.

The magician's magic chanting echoed in Room 016, playing a nightingale-like song for the visitors to the garden.

The magician knew that if he wanted all this to end, he had to complete what he was told to do.

Ophelia breathed hot breath one after another.

Relying on her willpower that was barely able to break free from this magic, she sent guidance in this regard to Mashu in the identity of Ian.

"Mashu, do as I say..."

Ten minutes later.

Looking at the message from Mashu on the screen, Ophelia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Mashu]: Senior... I did it.

【Mashu】：picture.jpg

Shy words and a photo of the successful magic trick under the quilt that could never be seen by anyone other than "Ian".

Ophelia knew that she had finally completed her mission.

With shaking hands, she handed the results of her magic teaching to Ian.

"Hmm... Well done."

“It’s not as hard as you thought, is it?”

When Ophelia was about to retort, Ian didn't intend to leave her any chance.

The magician recalled that he had seen the legend of Britannia when he was still studying in the Clock Tower.

The knights would ride their war horses and gallop across the vast grassland.

And now—she found that she could experience the feeling of participating in the war as a horse.

next moment.

Ophelia's eyes widened.

she was--

Feeling the feeling of galloping on the prairie.

The story goes from spring to winter and ends with the worms in the garden no longer swarming.

The river flows out from the depths of the snow-capped mountains and echoes in the garden. It is the most beautiful sight in winter.

When Ophelia was thinking this, she found that her journey was not over yet.

The back garden, which was covered with snow, returned to silence, and the front garden, which was still spring, welcomed the same visitor.

She turned around and looked at Ian in shock.

"you……"

Ian smiled.

"Miss Ophelia, if you don't plant something after cultivating the land for so long, you will have a poor harvest in the future."

"Besides -"

"Magic or something like that, surely it would be safer if it were tested multiple times, right?"

after a while.

Ophelia lay on the table, looking at the white ceiling of the room, thinking of many things.

Flowers, trees, sky, breeze;

clouds, sun, rainbow, ocean;

Beach, forest, stones, gravel.

"Why, you're not talking anymore?" Ian's voice sounded, "Do you think you're broken?"

"..."

"This is the first time we've been in two places!" Ophelia protested. "If it were you, would you be able to bear it?"

"Too."

Click.

Ian took a picture of Ophelia on the table.

"What are you doing!"

The magician reacted quickly.

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.