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

Standing in front of Ian was a girl with long brown hair.

She was slightly taller than Mash.

Matching her height was her more upright figure in the black and white uniform, revealing an aura of confidence inside and out.

Even though Excalibur Galatine, extracted from his memories, was now pointed at her throat, she still looked calm, without a trace of panic.

Although her chest was a little less than Mash's, her well-shaped waist and hips perfectly compensated for this shortcoming.

She should have been called an absolute beauty—if not for the eye patch covering her right pupil.

Facing the sword Ian held to her throat, she showed no sign of tension, but instead looked at Ian with her one uncovered blue right eye.

Then, she slowly raised her hands, making a gesture of surrender.

"Just a passerby."

"I had no intention of following you, I just happened to walk by."

"..."

It had to be said that she had chosen the best solution out of all possibilities.

Although on the surface, Excalibur Galatine pointed at her throat was threatening her life.

But if you think about it carefully, you will know that this is not true at all.

This was Chaldea in Antarctica.

Necessary supplies had to be transported in by helicopter.

Even if he really made a move now, it was absolutely impossible to escape in a mortal body.

The other party must have thought of all this, so they chose this seemingly desperate surrender.

This person was not simple.

However—

He wasn't a pushover either.

Ian felt the state of Excalibur Galatine in his hand, knowing that it was about to disappear.

This was something extracted from his memory and could not be kept in his hand in physical form forever.

Three.

Two.

One.

The last second before disappearing.

Ian put away the hand holding the sword, and then threw the about-to-disappear Excalibur Galatine on the ground.

The moment it touched the ground, the ability's time limit was reached.

Excalibur Galatine turned into ashes in an instant, then shattered into particles and began to decompose and dissipate.

In this way, it was as if he had taken the initiative to end it all.

In the other party's slightly surprised eyes, Ian smiled and pretended to apologize.

"Sorry, it seems I did misunderstand your behavior."

"Then—"

"Goodbye."

Pretending wasn't her exclusive privilege.

If she could pretend, he could of course pretend too.

Anyway, he didn't want to contact her, and there was nothing to lose by breaking up like this.

Seeing Ian preparing to leave, the unfamiliar girl couldn't sit still.

She immediately said:

"Wait."

"What's wrong?" Ian turned his head.

"Hasn't the misunderstanding been resolved?"

"That."

Her throat moved slightly.

"I actually have other things I want to talk to you about."

"Let's chat?"

"..."

"Okay."

Ian was never afraid of trouble coming to his door.

Moreover, his intuition told him:

This girl might be aggressive, but not too strong.

On a bench on either side of a corridor somewhere in Chaldea.

"Here."

The girl who bought two bottles of water threw one at Ian.

The bottle drew a parabola in the air and landed steadily in Ian's hand.

"What's your name?"

The brown-haired girl unscrewed the cap and sat next to Ian.

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, thinking there was no need to hide this.

"Ian Pendragon."

"What?"

The girl coughed a few times.

"Are you a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

"Before asking me such a question—"

Ian looked at the girl with a hint of surprise on her face.

"I think you should give your name first, right?"

"..."

Perhaps thinking that Ian was right.

This time, the girl didn't hesitate and directly gave her name.

"Ophelia Famrsolone."

"Can you answer me now?"

"Are you... really a descendant of the legendary King Arthur?"

Ian didn't answer this question, but just smiled.

But this was enough to give the girl who called herself Ophelia an illusion.

"I didn't expect there would really be such a person..." Ophelia muttered, "I thought this surname had disappeared from the world long ago."

"Maybe."

"But I just want to know one thing."

Ian brought the topic back to the point.

"What did you come to me for? It can't just be to ask me my name, right?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be a bit boring?"

"Of course not."

Ophelia shook her head.

"Ian." She, with her right eye covered, looked a little cold.

"What's your relationship with Mash?"

As expected.

Just like he felt during dinner.

Ophelia was more concerned about Mash, not himself.

Everything was as expected.

Ian answered calmly.

"Ophelia, before I answer this question, shouldn't you tell me what your relationship with Mash is?"

"Of course."

Ophelia didn't intend to avoid it at all.

She put her hands on her hips and explained with a hint of pride.

"I am Ophelia Famrsolone, a former member of the Clock Tower's Summoning Department."

"My current identity is one of the 49 Master candidates of Chaldea's Team A."

"And Mash—"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Like me, she is also a Master candidate belonging to Team A."

"In terms of morality, I think it is very necessary for me to confirm the safety of her as a fellow member of Team A."

"So, please answer my question just now."

Ophelia's voice was not loud, but it revealed a hint of patience—she seemed very eager to know the answer to this question from him.

But Ian was not a pushover.

The more the other party wanted to know the answer to this question, the less he could say it so early.

"Ophelia, this kind of morality doesn't make sense logically, right?"

Ian didn't appreciate the other party's explanation.

"After all, if you really uphold this kind of morality, why didn't you come over when Mash was there before?"

"What's more—"

"Mash didn't mention your name to me."

Directly point out his "close" relationship with Mash.

Let the other party realize that "identity fraud" is not acceptable to him.

In this way, he could see her true purpose.

"..."

Ophelia naturally realized that the other party didn't accept this statement.

She looked Ian up and down, her only exposed blue eye seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

After a long time, Ophelia spoke again:

"Okay, there's actually no morality."

"I just think you shouldn't contact Mash."

"Then there has to be a real reason."

Ian smiled, but the words he said didn't match the friendliness.

"It would be too underestimated to think that I would believe such a statement out of thin air."

Knowing that Ian was not easy to deceive.

Ophelia explained again directly.

"Don't you know that Mash's identity here is very special?"

"Very special?"

Ophelia nodded: "It seems you really don't know."

"I don't want to explain unnecessary things."

"Anyway, I suggest you don't contact her from now on, it's good for both of you."

"I see—"

Seeing Ian's thoughtful look, Ophelia thought he had listened to her, but she didn't expect to hear the opposite answer in the next moment.

"Then it seems—"

"I might have to contact her more."

"You!"

Ophelia was a little anxious.

"Didn't you understand what I just said?!"

"I understood."

Ian didn't avoid Ophelia's gaze.

"But I have my own ideas, so I can't act as you expect."

"You really have an ulterior motive."

"Of course I have an ulterior motive." Ian smiled slightly.

"I want to trick her into bed, understand?"

This was of course not Ian's true thoughts.

After all, if he really had that kind of idea, he would have started looking for opportunities long ago.

The real reason was:

In this situation, it was absolutely impossible for him to make Mash, who was hiding the simulation battle situation from his fake self, feel disgusted with him.

At least until he figured out Mordred's situation, he had to do this.

In addition.

Ophelia's tone of condemnation like a top student also made him dislike it.

Only Morgan was qualified to order him like this.

So—

Let's answer this question in the way she least liked.

Sure enough.

After hearing Ian's answer, Ophelia, who could barely keep calm, became excited.

"What did you say?!"

"Ian, how could you have such an idea? You're hurting Mash!"

"So what—?"

Ian didn't accept Ophelia's accusation.

"What are you doing?"

"She's clearly also a Master candidate from Team A, but she only has Fou with her."

"When she meets someone like me who is willing to listen to her, she can chatter for half a day, and then worry if she's being too noisy."

"Even when eating, she worries that being too close will cause me trouble."

"And you—"

Ian looked at Ophelia, his eyes cold.

"Now you're here blaming me for wanting to trick her into bed, and telling me I should stay away from her, but you don't plan to do anything to change that."

"Then I want to ask, isn't your behavior hypocritical?"

"Since it's hypocrisy, what's the difference between that and my despicable behavior?"

"In comparison, at least I can make her happy, right?"

"..."

Ophelia didn't expect Ian to refute her so directly.

When she was secretly observing, she saw that this person was very gentle, and thought he was easy to talk to.

But now it seemed that was just the side he showed to Mash.

"Ian, you're a bad person." Ophelia couldn't help but say.

"Thank you for the compliment." Ian accepted the attack without hesitation.

"It's an honor to receive such an evaluation from you, a fellow member of Team A."

Hearing this answer, Ophelia was stunned for a moment, and then showed an unbelievable expression.

"You're also a member of Team A?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

He intentionally revealed his identity at this moment.

"Miss Ophelia, I'm afraid you never expected a villain like me to become a reserve Master of Team A with you."

"The world is amazing, isn't it?"

Ian thought that after he said this, Ophelia would be even angrier.

In that case, it would be a complete revenge for her attitude just now.

But things didn't develop as he expected.

After hearing Ian reveal his true identity, Ophelia's attitude changed immediately.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Really, I thought it was someone from Team B crossing the line."

"..."

This sudden change completely confused Ian.

He wasn't afraid of a head-on confrontation.

But if the other party gave in, he didn't know what to do.

"Are the members of Team B really that unbearable?"

"It's not that they're unbearable."

Ophelia took a sip of water and looked at Ian.

"It's just that everyone has their own job to do."

"Asking someone who tightens screws to direct a design, and then asking someone who directs a design to tighten screws."

"The former is forcing someone to do something difficult, and the latter is wasting talent."

"Ian—"

"We are 'monsters', we should have the responsibility of 'monsters', understand?"

Ian wasn't confused by Ophelia's remarks.

His mind was very clear.

"So you want to say I'm qualified to take responsibility for Mash?"

"Even if I want to sleep with her?"

"..."

Ophelia turned her face away.

"If Mash is willing, can I stop her?"

"I just hope that the person who takes this responsibility is a little more capable—if you're a member of Team A, that's much more reliable."

Ophelia wasn't joking at all.

She really thought so.

"So what responsibility is so important?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

"Then you have to answer me a question first."

Ophelia looked at Ian.

"Where are you a magician from?"

"Clock Tower? Wandering Sea? Or Atlas Institute?"

Ophelia rattled off several organization names that Ian had never heard of.

"No, none of them."

Ian shook his head directly.

"Actually, I haven't become a magician yet."

"What?!"

Ophelia was even more excited.

"You haven't become a magician yet, and you've come to Chaldea as a Master candidate?"

"How is that possible?"

A strange sense of competition ignited in the girl's blue eyes.

She grabbed Ian's hand.

"No!"

"You're coming back to my room with me right now."

"Let me see what's going on with you!"