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

Mash, who was waiting against the wall, looked at Ian and Ophelia walking side by side, her expression a little at a loss.

"Ian-senpai."

"And Ophelia-san."

"..."

Ophelia was a little surprised by Mash's words.

"You... know me?"

"Yes." Mash nodded, "Ophelia-san is a top student in the Clock Tower's Evocation Department, and also the 16th of Chaldea's 49 Master candidates."

"I remember you seem to dislike a certain day of the week."

"Sunday." Ophelia replied.

"Oh, right, it's Sunday."

"Sorry, I forgot." Mash, who was corrected, looked very embarrassed.

Looking at her like this, Ophelia's expression became a little complicated.

The 49 Master candidates had more or less discussed other people they knew in private.

Ophelia, who had the Mystic Eyes of Delay, was naturally no exception.

Within the scope of her observation, Mash was an existence that should not be contacted too much—preferably not at all.

But just as Ian said.

She had a kind of "hypocrisy" towards Mash—the Mystic Eyes told her not to contact Mash, but Ophelia also felt that Mash's lonely appearance was wrong.

So the final result was that Ophelia secretly observed Mash, while also rejecting anyone who contacted her.

Unexpectedly...

Mash had already remembered her.

It should be noted that under the influence of the Mystic Eyes' omen, the number of times the two contacted was very few.

Now it seemed incredibly ironic.

Ophelia looked at Ian beside her.

Did this guy understand all this, or did he not understand it?

She couldn't tell which situation it was.

But it seemed that whether it was the former or the latter, her attitude towards Mash seemed a little condescending.

"That, Ophelia-san."

Mash's voice came.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Ophelia, who came back to her senses, looked at the pink-haired girl in front of her with some apology.

"It's just..."

Mash glanced at Ophelia, then at Ian beside her, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Why are you here?"

"Ah."

Probably realizing that this was a little rude, Mash quickly added.

"I mean, I'm not blaming you, I just want to know why!"

Mash asked very simply.

But Ophelia couldn't answer so simply.

The reason was simple.

She was coerced by Ian.

This guy didn't intend to let her go—so he directly confiscated the lace bra and other things that should have been worn inside.

But he also helped her put on all the clothes except these things.

This led to the current situation:

From the outside, it looked no different from usual.

But in fact, it was vacuum inside.

The clothes rubbed against the skin, and it felt chilly if she walked a little faster.

Although as long as she didn't mess around, there wouldn't be any behavior that would damage her reputation, but this was enough to make Ophelia feel ashamed.

Answering was impossible.

But Ian seemed to have expected Mash to do this.

He explained with a smile:

"Mash, Ophelia-san is here to help us."

"Help us?" Mash looked puzzled.

"Yes, Mash, you also know that Ophelia-san is an excellent magician from the Clock Tower."

Ian looked at Ophelia beside him.

"She is an outstanding and clean magician."

"If she can help, it will definitely be twice the result with half the effort."

Ophelia knew that the despicable man in front of her was reminding her.

She was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't do anything.

Mash, who didn't know the truth, looked at Ophelia with gratitude.

"I see!"

"Thank you, Ophelia-san!"

Looking at Mash, who didn't know anything but still thanked her sincerely.

Ophelia glanced at the man beside her resentfully—he was still wearing that hypocritical smile as always.

Why was there such a person?

She couldn't figure it out.

But Ophelia knew that she couldn't pretend not to see Mash.

"It's nothing."

"Just doing my best."

"No, no, no!" Mash waved her hand, "You are the only one who is willing to come over to help besides Ian-senpai!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ophelia felt even worse.

She glanced at Ian and found that he was also looking at her.

For a moment, Ophelia felt cold all over.

That's right.

This guy did it on purpose.

He deliberately let her know how lonely Mash was.

"By the way."

Mash looked at Ophelia in front of her and asked carefully:

"Ophelia-san, may I ask where you are going to help us..."

The girl didn't finish her words, but the meaning was very clear.

Effect.

Mash wanted to know where Ophelia planned to exert her strength.

But this question was not something Ophelia could answer—she didn't know what to do.

The top student magician subconsciously looked at Ian beside her.

And the latter, as if he had prepared in advance, directly answered for her:

"It's a simulation battle."

"Mash, Ophelia-san is here to help us fix the simulation battle."

"Oh... I see!"

Mash was grateful again.

Ophelia looked at her like this, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

She knew that she had fallen into Ian's trap again.

"You're welcome."

Even thank you began to become pale.

A dozen minutes later.

The three came to the entrance of the simulation battle.

"By the way, why didn't Fou show up today?" Ian asked.

"I don't know."

Mash looked at the end of the corridor.

"It seems to have its own business to do."

"Like this."

Ian nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Unlike the two people's relaxed conversation, Ophelia was wondering what Ian's purpose was in doing this.

As one of the Master candidates, she had used Chaldea's simulation battle function.

But when she learned that the only "Servants" that the simulation battle could provide were Artoria Pendragon (Saber), Arash (Archer), and Cu Chulainn (Lancer), Ophelia lost interest.

Limited by family training, she was only interested in the "Servant" of the Saber class.

And among them, Artoria Pendragon (Saber) of the Big Three was a little subtle to her in terms of gender.

So Ophelia had only used the simulation battle system once.

What was Ian trying to do by threatening her to come here?

Ophelia was puzzled.

But she didn't have the ability to resist now.

She covered her skirt, but found that she couldn't stop the chill.

Ophelia blushed.

She could only pray that this guy wouldn't make her do anything too much in front of Mash.

Like last time.

After walking through the long corridor, the three came to the simulation battle space.

But as soon as they came in, Ian pulled Ophelia aside.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

Ophelia covered her lower abdomen nervously.

With her body in contact with the air, she couldn't make too many movements, and could only show this ladylike posture.

"I have completely followed your instructions, don't go too far."

"Well, I know."

Ian smiled slightly.

"I know you are very obedient."

"So this time, I'm here to say hello to you in advance."

"Say hello in advance?"

"Yes." Ian nodded.

"In a moment, you may see something that surprises you."

"I hope you stay calm after that."

"Are you ordering me?"

Ophelia, who was blushing, looked at Ian in front of her.

"Not an order."

"After that, I will give you enough reward."

"Besides—"

Ian took Ophelia's hand and let her look at Mash beside her.

"You just regretted treating Mash like that, right?"

"I'll tell you the truth—she is also related to this matter."

"Helping me is equivalent to helping her."

"..."

Ophelia was a little angry because of Ian's words.

"Ian, you are really despicable."

"Yes, I am indeed a despicable person, but you can't resist me, can you?"

"After all—"

Ian looked at the place Ophelia was covering.

"You are willing to be led out by me like this."

"You!"

Without saying more.

Ian and Ophelia reached an agreement.

But they didn't know that all this was seen by Mash.

The girl's expression began to become a little uneasy—she felt that the two seemed a little too close.

"Okay."

Ian waved to Mash.

"Mash, you can start."

"Okay, okay!"

Mash began to operate the simulation battle system, her mind wandering, and she almost made a mistake.

Fortunately, Ophelia patted her shoulder, which helped the girl calm down a little.

"It can't be... it can't be like this."

"It hasn't been that long."

Mash muttered, summoning the three pillars of light once more.

Ophelia watched them intently.

She was very concerned about what Ian had just said.

Something surprising?

What could this lunatic possibly do to surprise her?

Ophelia's doubts didn't last long.

Because what Ian had said soon appeared before her.

She saw Mordred (Saber) replacing Artoria Pendragon (Saber) on the "battlefield."

"How is there a new 'Servant'?"

Ophelia looked at Ian and Mash in shock.

"What did you do?"

"This..."

The timid Mash didn't dare to speak, hiding behind Ian and peeking at Ophelia.

But Ian remained his composed self.

"I don't know," he confessed.

"After my first simulation battle, it became like this."

"This..."

Ophelia looked at Mash behind Ian.

The latter nodded quickly, indicating that he was telling the truth.

"Then what's the point of finding me for this?" Ophelia tried to calm herself.

"I can't deal with this kind of problem, can I?"

"Reporting it to the Chaldea staff and letting them handle it is the best option."

Ophelia was right.

This was indeed the best way to handle it—and it was also what Mash initially thought they should do.

Both of them looked at Ian.

Although for different reasons, their next actions depended on the man in front of them.

Ian didn't answer directly.

He looked at Mordred (Saber), who was fighting Cu Chulainn (Lancer), summoned by Mash, and said:

"By the way, what was your first reaction when you saw this 'Servant'?"

"..."

Before Ophelia could think of an answer, Mash spoke up eagerly.

"Um, Ian-senpai."

"I think... she's connected to Artoria Pendragon (Saber)."

"How so?" Ian asked.

"I don't know how to describe it." Mash looked at Mordred (Saber).

"But there's just a feeling that there's a connection between them."

"Is that so?"

Ian smiled and patted Mash's head.

"Then your intuition is quite accurate."

"She is indeed someone closely related to Artoria Pendragon (Saber)."

"She's her adopted daughter, Mordred."

"What?"

Mash and Ophelia almost shouted at the same time.

But Ian wasn't surprised by their reactions.

Rather, if they hadn't reacted like this, he would have wondered if he hadn't spoken clearly.

"Don't be so surprised."

"It's the truth."

"What kind of truth is this?"

Ophelia looked at Ian.

"Without any information, how did you confirm..."

Ophelia stopped mid-sentence.

Generally speaking.

Without knowing the summoning method and the items used for summoning, it was impossible to confirm the "Heroic Spirit" that a "Servant" corresponded to in their lifetime.

But—

Ian couldn't be measured by common sense.

Even without magic circuits, he could project and use a sword out of thin air.

His every move couldn't be judged by ordinary thinking.

He must have confirmed this before telling her and Mash.

But what was the purpose of doing this?

Unlike Ophelia's skepticism, Mash didn't doubt Ian's words at all.

"So it's Mordred (Saber)?"

"If I remember correctly, she's the youngest daughter of Morgan, the queen of Camelot, right? She was adopted by Artoria for a while."

"Yes, Mash, you remember correctly."

Ian didn't hold back his praise.

"It seems you're really learning how to be a Master."

"Is, is that so..."

Being praised by Ian made Mash blush.

The praise she received from this man was almost more than she had received in the past ten years.

Listening to these words, Ophelia suddenly realized something.

"Mash, I need to borrow Ian for a moment."

After saying this, the top student magician took Ian aside for the first time.

Seeing this, Mash's worries, which had just subsided, flared up again.

They weren't really...

Of course.

Ophelia didn't know this.

She just wanted to voice her suspicion.

"Ian."

"I know you might not listen to me, but I hope you can answer one question."

"What question?"

"That is—"

Ophelia looked at Mordred (Saber), who was still fighting on the "battlefield."

"You wouldn't be trying to use this strange change in the simulation battle..."

"To meet 'Servants' you shouldn't be able to see, would you?"