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

"Stop."

Ian pulled back the impatient Ophelia.

"Why do we have to go to your room at this time?"

"I refuse to do such a thing."

Ian's reaction surprised Ophelia.

"Aren't you interested in the identity of a magician?!"

"Not really."

Ian didn't say this to refuse Ophelia.

In his memories so far, he had met two magicians.

One was Morgan;

The other was Merlin.

Although he didn't want to slander Morgan in any way.

But Ian had to admit that the identity of a magician had a great influence on a person's thinking.

After all, once a person has the ability to change things, it is really unpredictable which direction they will think in.

Even Morgan became a little strange because of it.

"But—"

Ophelia's eyes were full of incomprehension.

"Without the identity of a magician, becoming a Master candidate would be unjustified."

"Is there really such an influence?"

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"I'm still standing in front of you now, aren't I?"

"..."

Still an irrefutable reason.

Ophelia increasingly suspected Ian's claim that he "has not yet become a magician."

She thought for a while and had an idea.

"Then—"

"What if I say I have a way to improve your magic skills to a higher level?"

"..."

Ian licked his lips.

"For example?"

"No examples."

Ophelia knew she had found a topic that Ian was interested in.

"Everyone's steps to improve are different, you have to follow me."

"Is that so?"

Ian showed a seemingly friendly smile.

"I see."

"It seems I have to go to this room."

A dozen minutes later.

Led by Ophelia, Ian walked through several corridors and came to a room door.

It was a room that looked almost no different from Ian's residence.

There was a nice little sign on the door that said "016".

Without much words, Ophelia opened the door directly.

If anyone saw this scene at this time, they would definitely have the feeling that she had brought a man back to her room late at night.

However—

Even just taking this one step into the room would definitely dispel such thoughts.

Because behind the door was another world.

Except for the necessary resting space, all the remaining space in the room was used to place items related to magicians.

Such as some ancient books with many obscure words;

Or some scattered things that seemed to have some mysterious purpose.

In short, it was a completely different decoration from Ian's room.

If Ophelia hadn't lied—then all this should have a reason.

And Ian had vaguely felt this reason.

"How is it? You've never seen such a decoration, right?"

"If you're interested—"

When Ophelia turned her head to bargain with Ian, she was suddenly splashed with cold water.

Because what she saw was an indifferent face.

She was a little unhappy.

"Ian, aren't you curious why my room is decorated like this?"

"Not curious."

Ian answered directly.

It wasn't that he was deliberately arguing with Ophelia.

But he knew this was a magician's "workshop."

When he was still in Camelot, Morgan had taken him to her "workshop"—a room deep in Camelot Castle.

It was a place that only she knew how to enter.

Although magic would theoretically change over time, the essence was still the same.

Then—

This room under his feet must be Ophelia's "workshop."

"Are you pretending to be mysterious?"

Ophelia looked at Ian.

"You can understand it that way." Ian shrugged, "I don't mind."

"But before that, Miss Ophelia, can you make what you said a reality first?"

"You're really focused on your goal."

Ophelia couldn't help but say.

Fortunately, she knew she had follow-up actions.

"Sit there."

Ophelia pointed to a place in the room.

Seeing Ian's hesitation, she added unhappily:

"You've come here, are you still worried that I'll do something bad to you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I just want to say... it's not a good thing to reveal your bust to others, right?"

"Reveal my bust to others?"

Ophelia was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized something.

She followed Ian's gaze and confirmed her guess.

It was a black lace bra placed there, with petal-like lotus pods on the edge of the arc.

With the back buckle unfastened, it was placed there loosely like a wet rope.

Ophelia remembered that it was the drying clothes that she hadn't tidied up while focusing on studying magic.

She blushed deep red.

"You really have a problem!"

After the top student magician shouted, she hurriedly ran over to put it away.

"You're too indecent!" she muttered, covering her chest.

"Miss Ophelia, I don't think I'm to blame for this, right?"

"Forget it, I don't care—"

Ian's eyes swept around.

"But I think before doing the next thing, it's best to clean your room first, right?"

"I really can't stand this environment."

"...Okay."

So.

Late at night, Ian and Ophelia cleaned the "workshop".

A dozen minutes later.

Looking at the neat room in front of her, Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

"You can actually clean it to this extent, is this still my room?"

"If you're willing to keep it up." Ian's reply came, "Then of course it's yours."

"But you were basically the one giving instructions, why do you know so much about this kind of thing?" Ophelia was full of doubts.

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment before slowly saying:

"Because someone needs me to take care of them like this."

"Someone?"

Ophelia turned her head and was about to ask if it was Mash when she saw an extremely accidental scene.

Ian was facing her in sideprofile, and his eyes were staring at the empty space in front of him for a long time.

He touched his collar and pulled it up a little—it was a natural reaction to want to get some air because it was too hot.

Just for that moment.

Ophelia felt her heart beat a little faster—it was the first time she had seen a man like this.

But it only lasted for a moment.

Because Ian quickly turned his head and looked at her, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah... it's really because of someone."

"..."

Ophelia came to her senses, she restrained her emotions and said:

"Ian, let's start now."

"Okay."

Ophelia still had her own ideas.

She didn't completely believe Ian's claim that he "has not yet become a magician."

For some reason, magicians often have the need to hide themselves.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this is basically an undetectable statement.

But that was not the case.

For some reason, magicians often inherit from generation to generation, forming huge families.

And among them, not all magicians can fulfill their wishes in their lifetime.

Out of consideration, they would "engrave" the completed part on some inheritable things so that they could pass it on to their descendants for their convenience.

This was the magic crest—something that magicians could not hide.

It was also an excellent way to determine whether a person was a magician.

Ophelia's hand glowed with blue light, and then rubbed against Ian's body.

It was an extremely delicate caress.

She didn't want to miss any place that could react with the magic crest detection technique in her hand.

Ophelia stretched out her hands and touched down Ian's arms, passing through his armpits, chest, waist, and back.

These were all places where magic crests could easily be buried, and were often overlooked because they were not obvious.

However, it didn't react with the magic technique in her hand at this moment.

Then—

Let's continue the detection.

Under Ian's gaze, Ophelia's hand continued to move down.

This time it was the abdomen, then the buttocks, then the thighs, knees, calves, and feet.

Still nothing.

Was the examination over?

Not yet.

Ophelia knew there was still one place she had deliberately avoided.

She looked at the place between the man's legs.

Although in general, it was basically impossible for magic crests to be engraved in that place.

But Ian in front of her always gave her the feeling that "it wouldn't be strange if it's this guy."

She couldn't be fooled like this.

Without much explanation.

Ophelia sat next to Ian, and after hesitating for a moment, she reached out and touched the bamboo flute in the forest.

Yes bamboo flute thats how Ophelia described a man's genital.

But thinking logically maybe it can be called a bamboo flute.

Ian of course reacted.

He frowned and looked at Ophelia next to him, obviously wanting an explanation from her The top student magician naturally understood this.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Necessary measures, I didn't want to do this either."

Frankly speaking.

Ophelia found that this was the first time she had touched a man's body.

It was indeed a very strange feeling.

The square inch of skin gradually lost its inherent softness between the advance and retreat of her fingers, and instead became like asphalt.

Her fingertips swept across, and they spread out to form a road, slowly extending outward.

A unique sense of satisfaction, like the Clock Tower's knowledge questionnaire score, waited for her at the end—it was the top student's proof that her fingers were not dull.

Lightly pressing down on the bamboo flute would also cause a slight swaying, like a tree wanting to be still but the wind not stopping.

At this moment, the bamboo flute in the forest was all in her palm, as if she could witness the clear spring flowing as long as she wished.

Ophelia found herself a little greedy for this feeling—after all, when she became a member of a magician's family, she was destined to have no chance with this kind of thing.

She didn't expect that now, due to various coincidences, she would regain this muddy beauty that should have disappeared.

So she played with his cock.

No Bamboo flute.

Yes that's what it should be called.

It was really a bit ironic.

But—

It seemed to be more interesting than she thought.

"Speaking of which, Miss Ophelia—"

"Isn't it over yet?"

"Is this a bit long?"

Ian's question pulled Ophelia back from her reminiscence.

She blushed slightly and said:

"Well... the first step is indeed over."

"But there's a second step, don't be impatient."

Ophelia didn't lie.

She did have two steps—but she didn't say which two steps.

After the contact just now, Ophelia could confirm that Ian wasn't lying.

There were no magic crests on his body, not even the relatively "cheap" branch family ones—which meant he didn't belong to any magician family.

As for the possibility of fighting alone, Ophelia thought it was basically impossible.

After all, if he really had that ability, it would be impossible not to join any magician organization.

That would be a waste of talent.

So—

She had to take the second step.

Ophelia chanted a spell softly.

As the voice rang out, the magic detection in her hand also changed.

Since she couldn't detect the magic crests on the surface.

Then she would turn to detect the deeper basic magic circuits.

This was the foundation for determining whether a person could become a magician.

As long as she could detect the number, quality, and precision of the magic circuits in Ian's body, she could also judge how far he was "from" the concept of a magician.

After all, there were indeed people in this world who could become magicians but didn't, and people who shouldn't have become magicians but did.

The root of this fallacy was often extremely complex.

So only by detecting the most direct and clear magic circuits could she see clearly.

Speaking of which—

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

If he could be exceptionally recruited into Chaldea as a Master candidate before becoming a magician, he must have extraordinary magic talent.

She was ready to welcome the extremely shocking magic circuits.

But in this process.

She would just play with that back-and-forth bamboo flute—anyway, the magic circuits were connected to the whole body, and the detection part was entirely up to her.

She might not have the chance to touch such a bad taste again until she died.

However—

Things completely exceeded Ophelia's expectations.

Just as she was in high spirits, playing the bamboo flute back and forth, the detection of the magic circuits was completed.

But the result was...

Nothing.

There were no magic circuits in Ian's body.

This also meant that he was very far "from" the concept of a magician.

But in that case—

How did he release sword magic before?

Something was wrong.

This was wrong.

Ophelia realized that Ian next to her definitely had secrets she didn't know.

Who was she touching?!

But for her at this moment, it seemed that there was no chance to retreat.

Ian grabbed Ophelia's retreating hand.

He looked directly at the other party.

"Miss Ophelia, if you know anything, tell me, okay?"

"Otherwise—"

"You might have to pay an equal price."