The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

"Shall we talk?"

"..."

"Row."

Ian was never afraid of trouble coming to his door.

Moreover, his intuition told him:

This girl may be aggressive, but not too strong.

On the benches on both sides of the aisle somewhere in Chaldea.

"Give."

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

After the bottle drew a parabola in the air, it landed steadily in Ian's hand.

"What's your name?"

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

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, feeling that there was no need to hide such a thing.

"Ian Pendragon."

"what?"

The girl coughed slightly.

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

"Before you ask me a question like that—"

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

"I think it would be better if you state your name first?"

"..."

Probably because he thought Ian was right.

This time, the girl did not hesitate and directly reported her name.

"Ophelia Famsoronne."

"Can you answer me now?"

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

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

But this was enough to deceive the girl who claimed to be Ophelia.

"I didn't expect that there was such a person..." Ophelia began to mutter, "I thought this surname had disappeared from the world long ago."

"maybe."

"But I just want to know one thing."

Ian brought the conversation back to the main point.

"Why are you looking for me? You can't just ask me a name, right?"

"If it were like that, wouldn't it be a little boring?"

"of course not."

Ophelia shook her head.

"Ian." Her expression turned a little cold as she covered her right eye.

"What's the relationship between you and Matthew?"

really.

It was exactly the same as what I felt when I was eating.

Ophelia in front of her cared more about Matthew than herself.

It's all about prediction.

Ian answered calmly.

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

"of course can."

Ophelia had no intention of avoiding it.

She supported her waist with one hand and explained with a bit of pride.

"I am Ophelia Famsoronne, one of the former members of the Clock Tower Spirituality Department."

"My current identity is that of one of the 49 Chaldean Master candidates, Group A."

"And Matthew——"

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Like me, he is also a candidate for Master belonging to Group A."

"Morally, I think it is necessary for me to confirm the safety of her who is also in Group A."

"So, please answer the question I just asked."

Ophelia's voice was not loud, but she revealed a sense of patience - she seemed to want to get the answer to this question from him.

But Ian is not a good person.

The more the other party wants to know the answer to this question, the less he can tell it so early.

"Ophelia, this kind of morality cannot be justified logically, right?"

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

"After all, if you really uphold such moral principles, why didn't you come over when Matthew was here?"

"not to mention--"

"Matthew never mentioned your name to me."

Directly pointing out the "close" relationship between himself and Matthew.

Let the other party realize that "identity fraud" will not work here.

In this way, one can get a glimpse of its true purpose.

"..."

Ofelia was naturally able to sense that the other party did not accept this statement.

She looked Ian up and down, and the only blue eyes exposed seemed to be considering the pros and cons.

After a long time, Ophelia spoke again:

"Well, there's actually no morality in it."

"I just think you shouldn't have contact with Matthew,"

"There has to be a real reason."

Ian smiled, but there was no friendliness to match his words.

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

Know that Ian is not easy to fool.

Filia explained directly again.

"Don't you know that Matthew's status 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 stop contacting her from now on. This is a good thing for both of you."

"Is that so-"

Looking at Ian's thoughtful look, Ophelia thought he heard her words, but she didn't expect to hear the completely opposite answer the next moment.

"Then it seems——"

"Maybe I need to get in touch with her more."

"you!"

Ophelia was a little anxious.

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

"understood."

Ian did not avoid Ophelia's gaze.

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

"You really have ulterior motives."

"Of course I have other intentions." Ian smiled slightly.

"I want to trick her into sleeping with her, do you understand?"

This is of course not what Ian really thinks.

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

The real reason is:

In this situation, it was absolutely impossible for him to make Matthew, who was pretending to hide the situation of the simulated battle, dislike him.

At least this is the case until we figure out Mordred's situation.

Also.

He also didn't like Ophelia's top student-like condemning tone.

Only Morgan is qualified to order himself like this.

and so--

Just answer this question in the way that the other person least likes to see you.

as predicted.

After hearing Ian's answer, Ophelia, who had been able to maintain her composure, suddenly became excited.

"What did you say?!"

"Ian, how could you have such an idea? This is hurting Matthew!"

"so what--?"

Ian does not accept Ophelia's accusation.

"What are you doing now?"

"She is obviously also a candidate for the master of Group A, but she is only accompanied by Fufu."

"When she meets someone like me who is willing to listen to her, she can chatter for a long time, but ends up worrying that she is too noisy."

"Even when I'm eating, I worry that getting too close will cause trouble for me."

"And you—"

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him with cold eyes.

"Here I am now blaming me for not tricking her into sleeping with her and staying away from her, but not planning to do anything to change that after this."

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