Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

Late at night, in room 016.

Ophelia sat on her bed, waiting with a worried expression.

If there was anything in her life that she regretted, meeting Ian would definitely be one of them.

This guy showed no signs of letting her go.

His methods were even more unique.

Ophelia didn't know what would happen if this continued.

But one thing was certain now.

That was that she was actually trapped in an "isolated island" state.

She couldn't leave, and even if she wanted to ask for help, she didn't know what to do.

What would happen next...

To be honest.

Ophelia, who was being coerced, was a little scared—this was the first time she had felt this way since leaving the Clock Tower.

Just then.

The phone on the bedside table lit up.

Ophelia picked it up with trembling hands and saw the name she least wanted to see.

Ian Pendragon.

He had sent her a message.

"I'm here, please open the door."

"..."

Ophelia didn't dare to refuse him.

Because she knew he was somewhat abnormal now.

Her hand reached for the doorknob.

With a click.

The door opened.

Ian stood at the door.

"Can I come in?" he asked knowingly.

"Yes... of course."

Ophelia said, making way for Ian to enter.

With a snap.

The door closed again.

"This is much more comfortable."

Ian looked at the room and said.

"Ophelia, what do you think?"

"...I don't know."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"What do you want, just say it."

"..."

Ian turned back to look at Ophelia.

"Are you afraid of me?"

He hit the nail on the head.

Ophelia's pupils widened slightly.

But she didn't know if saying this would anger him—the best way was to hide it.

"I... I'm not afraid of you."

"Really?"

Ian approached Ophelia, who kept backing away until she leaned against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

The man's hands rested on either side of the top student magician's ears.

"Answer me."

"Are you afraid of me?"

His voice was nice, with a strange gentleness.

If she didn't know it was to intimidate her, Ophelia thought she might like the voice.

But now, she couldn't take it.

Her throat felt like it was crawling with caterpillars, finally erupting into words she had to say.

"Yes!"

"I'm scared, so what?!"

"You've been messing with me all day, can't I be scared?!"

"Ian, you're a lunatic!"

Ophelia blurted out all her thoughts.

She was doubly suppressed in physique and magic, and even her Mystic Eyes were useless. She knew that saying this would have serious consequences.

But she couldn't take it anymore—the mental pressure was too great.

But the final result was beyond Ophelia's expectations.

Ian was silent for a moment, then gave her a hug.

"Sorry."

"I'm a bit abnormal."

"But I just want to make sure you can help me."

"You..."

Ian's attitude made Ophelia a little confused.

But she wasn't someone who could be confused by a hug.

He was still an extremely dangerous existence.

"Then let me go, I want to change clothes!"

"Okay." Ian didn't stop her.

In the bathroom.

Ophelia looked in the mirror, gasping for breath.

She thought she understood Ian.

But now it seemed that wasn't the case.

It seemed—

She had to be tougher later.

Ophelia touched the cleanly shaved area, determined.

She changed back into her pajamas and left the bathroom. Just as she was about to act according to her thoughts, she saw an unexpected scene.

Ian was holding a book and reading it seriously—it was a magic book on the bookshelf, obscure and difficult to understand.

His furrowed brows were proof of his effort.

"What are you doing?"

Ophelia looked at Ian and asked in confusion.

"Oh... you're out."

Ian closed the book and looked at Ophelia.

"I'm trying to see how much I can understand."

"..."

"What's the result?" Ophelia asked after a moment of silence.

"Basically, I don't understand. I don't even know what those symbols mean."

"Pfft."

Ophelia couldn't help laughing.

But she quickly restrained her laughter.

"It's normal that you don't understand. You're not from a mage family. If you could learn it without a teacher, you should become the leader of a new mage organization."

"But—"

Ophelia stared at the book in Ian's hand.

"Why are you reading these?"

"I want to become a magician."

"Huh?"

Ophelia pinched her face, and after confirming that she had heard correctly, she said:

"What are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding."

"If, as you said, the simulation battle can't realize my idea."

Ian looked at the surprised top student magician.

"Then if I become a magician, can I see her?"

Ophelia was about to say, "What are you dreaming about?" But she saw Ian's extremely serious look.

He wasn't kidding.

He really intended to do this.

Feeling this, Ophelia could only temporarily restrain her doubts.

"Are you serious?"

"Don't you remember you don't have any magic circuits?"

Magic circuits were the foundation of a magician.

Their number, quality, and precision determined the strength of a magician's ability.

If there were no magic circuits, Ophelia couldn't imagine what it would take to "become" a magician.

"I know."

Ian's words didn't hesitate at all.

"But I still decided to do it."

"Ophelia, you're the only one who can help me."

"You..."

Ophelia took a few steps back.

"Why do you think I'll help you?"

"Do you think we're friends?"

"Of course not." Ian answered with a wry smile.

"So it's a deal."

"As long as you help me, we won't have any contact after that."

"..."

Ophelia hesitated for a moment and answered:

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Finally hearing the chance to get rid of her nightmare, Ophelia didn't think too much.

"Okay."

"You said it!"

In the quiet night, the two reached a secret agreement.

This was a magician learning career from scratch.

To get rid of Ian as soon as possible, Ophelia didn't hold back any of her learning experience, but taught it all to him.

She thought it would be a very difficult process—after all, he didn't have any magic circuits.

Learning magic in this state.

It was probably like asking a newborn baby to participate in a triathlon.

But in reality, Ian's performance was much better.

At least he wasn't as powerless as he looked on the surface.

"Are you saying that the sword that day was projected from your memory?"

Ophelia summarized.

"Is that ability called projection?" Ian asked.

"More or less, maybe there's another name, but it's generally called projection."

"Is there a way to keep them forever?"

"Of course not."

Ophelia looked at Ian.

"Projection is just a magic that uses magic power to present the items you've touched in a mirror image."

"When the magic power is insufficient, it will naturally disappear."

"And in your case, I'm afraid that as the number of activations increases, the projected things will gradually deviate like blurred memories, and finally become things with only the same name."

"I see..."

Looking at Ian's thoughtful look.

Ophelia couldn't help asking.

"You're not trying to project something strange, are you?"

"Yes, I wanted to project people, but now it seems impossible."

"Isn't that obvious?!"

In the following month, Ophelia saw another side of Ian.

It was the man's perseverance.

"It's late, are you still going to read?"

Ophelia looked at Ian, who was sitting on a chair reading a book, and asked.

"Yes." The man nodded.

"Then why don't you go back to your room to read?"

"I think it's more atmospheric here."

"..."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

It was this time.

In half an hour, he would fall asleep.

However—

When Ophelia woke up, she found that Ian was still reading the obscure book as before.

She shouted in surprise:

"Didn't you sleep all night?"

"Oh... it's morning."

Ian rubbed his eyes.

"I have to find Mash today."

This wasn't the first or second time.

In the past month or so, Ian had been doing this almost every day.

Finally, one day, Ophelia couldn't stand it anymore.

When he was about to go out one day, she grabbed him.

"You're staying here and sleeping today!"

"I don't want anyone dying in my workshop!"

And so.

Ophelia encountered a worried Mash.

"Um, Ophelia-san."

"Senpai didn't reply to my message today, do you know where he went?"

To this, Ophelia could only give Mash a vague answer.

"Maybe he's sleeping in his room."

"He'll reply to you in a while, don't worry."

"Is that so? That's great!"

Once a routine was established, time flew by.

A month passed quickly.

Ophelia summarized Ian's situation.

He indeed didn't have any magic circuits that a magician should have.

But contrary to expectations, his body could generate magic power comparable to that produced by magic circuits in an unknown way.

It was like an ancient artifact.

After learning the basic theory, Ian was able to control them better.

Now, when he released "memory projection," he no longer affected the surrounding environment as he did before.

And the number of projections had also increased.

Honestly.

If he were from a normal magician family, Ophelia thought Ian would definitely deserve the best magic crest.

But unfortunately, he was still the lunatic who had nothing but the name Pendragon.

"So this is becoming a magician?"

Ian looked at the projected Excalibur Galatine in his hand and asked.

"..."

Ophelia sighed.

"You're really impatient."

"This is just the beginning, you have a lot to do before you become a real magician."

"But—"

"But what?" Ian asked.

"But if you want to try summoning a 'Servant,' I think you can give it a try."

Ophelia's words caught Ian's attention.

"But this isn't the Holy Grail War, is it?"

"Can you summon a 'Servant' at this time?"

"Who told you that you can only summon Servants during the Holy Grail War?"

Ophelia looked around the room.

"If I'm not mistaken, Chaldea has already summoned Heroic Spirits in advance."

"You mean..."

Ian looked at Ophelia.

"Can I realize my initial idea?"

"That's unknown."

Ophelia's undisguised blue eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"But aren't you curious what kind of Servant you'll summon in this situation?"

Needless to say.

From the moment the idea was born, it was destined not to die.

Ophelia knew that Ian would never give up if he didn't try it himself.

So even though she knew the chances of summoning a "Servant" were low, she decided to let him try.

After all, if he couldn't summon anything, he would know not to dream like that.

And seeing this guy fail once seemed like a good thing.

Following the knowledge learned at the Clock Tower, Ophelia began to set up the summoning circle.

This was a quick summoning method used in unfavorable conditions, lower than a normal summoning.

It was perfect for this situation.

There were no Saint Relics.

So Ian's own blood was dripped into the summoning circle.

The ethereal incantation was spoken from the man's mouth, echoing throughout the room.

One second;

Two seconds;

Three seconds;

A long time passed.

The failure of the summoning seemed inevitable.

But just as Ophelia was about to say some comforting words, a miraculous light flew out from the simulation battle area and landed in front of them.

The next moment.

The top student magician looked at the figure in front of her.

She was stunned.

Wasn't this Mordred (Saber) from the simulation battle?!

Ian summoned her?