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

A few days later, in front of Ophelia's room.

Ian knocked on the door with the "016" sign.

Unlike usual.

This time, it wasn't Ian who took the initiative to find Ophelia, but she sent a message via her phone.

"Come to my room."

Strictly speaking, this seemed to be the first time she had done this.

With a snap.

The door opened.

Ophelia stood there, looking at Ian cautiously.

She said coldly:

"Did you come alone?"

"Mordred, didn't follow you?"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"Isn't it clearest to you as a magician whether she followed me?"

"That's true." She thought and nodded.

Ophelia made way for Ian.

"Come in."

With a snap.

The door closed again.

Ian looked at the tidy environment in the room and sighed.

"Ophelia, So you cleaned your room"

"These days I haven't come, isn't it still fine?"

"..."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"Even if you praise me like this, I won't be happy."

"Yes, I know."

Ian turned back.

"So this is not praise, but just a simple description of the facts."

"And—"

"What are you looking for me for? As you wished, we shouldn't keep in touch."

Just as Ian said.

With Ophelia's help, Ian "successfully" summoned the Servant Mordred.

Although it was not quite consistent with the original purpose, he still kept his original promise and did not come to her room again, and even deliberately disappeared from her sight.

This made Ophelia realize.

He might not be interested in her at all.

Just acting to achieve the goal.

Thinking of this, Ophelia looked gloomy and seemed very unhappy.

"What kind of attitude is this..."

"Do you find it offensive to see me?"

While Ophelia was saying this, she kept looking at a corner of the room.

Ian noticed this, but did not say anything.

He shrugged.

"Of course I don't mind seeing you."

"I'm just worried that you'll be uncomfortable seeing me—in that case, it's better not to appear in your sight from the beginning."

"Come on."

Ophelia retorted directly.

"You're not that kind... there must be other ideas."

"Other ideas, or no ideas."

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"Miss Ophelia, you didn't call me here just to scold me, did you?"

"If that's the case, I think you can do it directly on your phone."

"After all, you can hear the voice—don't worry, I won't hang up on you."

Of course Ophelia could hear the implication of Ian's words.

He was telling himself to speak frankly.

She cleared her throat and said:

"By the way, Ian, do you know that there is additional magic on that sword?"

"Sword? Mordred's sword?"

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

"It's not surprising to have magic." Ian looked at her. "After all, it's a 'Servant'. Didn't you say that their appearance is a form of magic?"

"In general, that's true."

Ophelia went to a bookshelf and took out a book, flipping it to a page in the middle to confirm something.

"Ian, but this kind of magic is not what Mordred herself has."

"Are you trying to say that someone cast magic on that sword and let it come to me in the form of a 'Noble Phantasm' with the 'Servant'?"

"You..."

Ophelia frowned slightly.

"How do you know what I'm going to say?"

"Because I've also thought about this kind of problem." Ian didn't hide the reason.

"Ophelia, are you worried about me?"

"Who's worried about you!" Ophelia closed the book and glared at Ian.

"Don't be self-righteous."

"I'm just afraid that this unknown magic will bring unpredictable changes."

"Then you can rest assured."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"I promise, the magic on this sword won't be dangerous."

"Are you serious?"

Ophelia looked at him with some doubt.

"Of course I'm serious."

Ian didn't avoid the other person's sight.

"Have I ever joked with you?"

Ophelia sneered.

"Yes, you're so utilitarian."

"This kind of boring thing is really not like you."

Speaking of this, the excellent student magician looked at the place she had peeked at before.

She seemed to think that her movements were not obvious—but in fact, Ian saw everything.

But he still didn't want to say more.

Because it was meaningless.

"Anything else?" Ian asked. "If not, I'll go back first."

"Wait."

Ophelia reached out and stopped Ian.

"Ian, do you remember I told you that if you want to become a real magician, there are many things to do?"

"Of course." Ian smiled. "So I'm working hard now."

Ophelia knew he wasn't lying.

When this guy got tough, he was tougher than anyone else.

"Ian, in that case."

Ophelia looked at him.

"When you have a chance, come with me back to the Clock Tower."

"Clock Tower?"

Ian thought about the name for a moment.

"I remember that's where you studied. Going there is to..."

"Are you asking knowingly?"

Ophelia looked at Ian speechlessly.

"Of course it's to test whether you are qualified to join the Clock Tower—but you have to have time."

"Sure enough."

Ian nodded.

"Then thank you, Ophelia."

"You agreed so quickly!"

"..."

"..."

"So anything else?"

"You..."

Ophelia looked at a corner of the room again, and then seemed to make up her mind.

"Don't you want to do something else with me?"

As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, Ian pushed her onto the bed.

The whole process was smooth and without any hesitation.

It seemed that he had expected her to say this.

The butterfly-like straps of her dress was unfastened by his skilled hands, and the magician revealed her precious treasures.

Covering these treasures, there was a bra made of black fabrics for fear that they would fall out.

Ophelia was below;

Ian was above.

The two looked at each other, but their inner thoughts were not on the same channel.

Ian started to Rub and pull on her breasts, while keeping the bra remain to cover her breasts.

The variability of her breasts was proved by Ian's hands as they made out different forms of her treasures.

This should have been a scene full of humiliation, but at this moment, Ophelia's lips were slightly raised.

The more wanton the man's hands were, the more victorious she felt.

Because—

She finally managed to calculate him once.

In this small room, there was a machine recording everything.

This guy would never have dreamed of falling into such a trap.

In this way, it was up to her to seize his handle.

This was a complete victory.

However—

Ian's next words shattered Ophelia's thoughts.

"Is this long enough?"

"..."

"Long? What long enough?" Ophelia answered with some guilt.

"Don't play dumb with me."

Ian looked at her and answered expressionlessly.

"Over there, there's a machine you installed taking pictures of us, right?"

"Eh?!"

Ophelia didn't expect Ian to say this.

"No, no?!"

"Why would I set up such a thing?"

"Because you want to seize my handle."

"..."

Even the reason was said without any difference.

Ophelia looked at Ian as if he was the one with future vision.

But she didn't want to admit defeat.

And Ian looked at Ophelia like this, not in a hurry—he had a way to deal with her.

His fingers slid through the magician's double treasures until they stopped at the left and right joints of the black silk fabric.

"I'll give you three seconds."

"If you don't admit it, I don't know what will happen next."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"I admit it!" Ophelia shouted, "I did it."

Ian stopped.

He gently pulled the fabric that was about to be torn off back to its original position, and tied the bow for Ophelia again.

"Well, that's good." Ian was very satisfied.

The plan was completely seen through.

Ophelia looked very unconvinced.

"When did you find out?"

"...Probably when I just came in?"

Ian tidied Ophelia's messy hair.

"Miss Ophelia, do you know that you keep looking in the same direction?"

"..."

Ophelia looked puzzled.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Of course, if not, how could I find out in the first place?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ophelia hesitated for a long time, and finally said:

"Since you know, why did you still..."

"Because it feels good to touch."

Ian stood up.

"Small and cute."

"You!"

Ophelia blushed.

But when she met his eyes again, she immediately realized that he was deliberately joking.

"You're really annoying!"

Ophelia picked up a pillow and threw it at Ian.

And after the latter caught it steadily, he replied:

"Yes, I know I'm annoying."

Ian put the pillow in his hand aside, and then walked to the place Ophelia had been paying attention to.

Sure enough.

There was something she had set up in advance.

Ian took it down and put it in front of Ophelia.

"Here."

"You?"

Ophelia looked at the memory card placed in front of her, a little at a loss.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Ian shrugged. "Since you want to get my handle so much, isn't it just right to satisfy your wish now?"

"Are you giving me alms?"

"No, just want to reassure you."

"..."

Looking at the memory card in her hand, Ophelia hesitated for a moment, and finally stuffed it back into Ian's hand.

"I don't want it."

"Since I was discovered, then you take it away, lest it seem like I like to take this kind of thing."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"Next time I'll find a way to make you not notice."

"..."

"What kind of look is that?"

"Nothing." Ian sighed. "I was just thinking, if I had communicated with you seriously from the beginning, would there have been the same result?"

"Maybe... we could have become friends?"

"Who wants to be friends with you?!" Ophelia covered her skirt and said blushing.

"A pervert who does that kind of thing as soon as he comes up!"

"That's true."

Ian didn't mind her anger.

"Then that's it. Today I have to go with Mash to pick up someone called Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Wait a minute."

Ophelia grabbed Ian's hand.

"Actually, I have something else to say."

"What?"

"...Thank you."

"Thank you?"

"Yes." The excellent student magician nodded. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to see 'Clarent' at such a close distance."

"This might have become a regret in my magician career."

"And—"

Ophelia looked between Ian's legs.

Her mind recalled the feeling at that time.

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

"Had you never touched it before?" Ian interrupted her.

"Yes, yes... eh, no! I have touched it... no, that's not right, how should I say it!"

"In short, a virgin in every sense." Ian hit the nail on the head.

"Is that what you want to express?"

"Why do your words always make me so unacceptable!" Ophelia gritted her teeth.

"But—"

Ian leaned towards Ophelia.

"This is not a strange thing—you like magic so much, you definitely don't have time to consider these things."

"And Ophelia, since you've said so, I actually want to tell you something."

"Wh-what?"

"That is—"

Ian pressed Ophelia's head.

"If you hate Sundays, you can always find me to vent your anger to divert your attention."

"Hiding in the house and sleeping all day is not a good habit."

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

"That's none of your business."

"In short." Ian reached out to Ophelia, "I welcome you to do this."

Looking at the hand extended towards her, the girl from the magician family hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to hold it.

"Okay, you said it."

Ophelia couldn't use her Mystic Eyes to see what kind of relationship she and Ian would eventually have.

But at least at this moment.

She hoped it wouldn't be an enemy.

But speaking of which—

Ophelia looked at him.

From the moment he said she could find him on Sundays.

She suddenly felt that this man was not so bad.

"By the way... can it be more than just venting anger?"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Ian suddenly felt that he would become a different kind of friend with Ophelia.