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

"Since it's hypocrisy, how does it compare to my despicable behavior?"

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

"..."

Ophelia did not expect that Ian would refute her so directly.

When she peeped in secret, she saw this man's amiable appearance and thought it was easy to talk to him.

But now it seems that that is just the side he showed to Matthew.

"Ian, you are a wicked person." Ophelia couldn't help but say.

"Thank you for the compliment." Ian accepted the attack unceremoniously.

"It is a great honor for me to receive such evaluation from you, who is also a member of Team A."

Upon hearing this answer, Ophelia was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Are you also a member of Group A?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

He deliberately revealed his identity at this time.

"Miss Ophelia, I'm afraid you never thought that a villain like me would become the reserve master of Group A with you."

"The world is amazing."

Ian thought that Ophelia would be even more angry after he said such words.

That would be considered complete revenge for her attitude just now.

But things didn't develop as he imagined.

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

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Really, I thought it was someone from Group B who crossed the line."

"..."

This sudden change made Ian confused.

He is not afraid of confrontation at all.

But if the other party gives in, he doesn't know what to do.

"Are the members of Group B that miserable?"

"It's not that it's unbearable."

Ophelia took a sip and looked at Ian in front of her.

"But everyone has something that everyone should do."

“Let a screwdriver do the design, and then have a design guy screw the screws.”

"The former is forcing people to make things difficult, while the latter is overkill."

"Ian—"

"We are 'monsters', so we should have the responsibilities of 'monsters', do you understand?"

Ian was not confused by Ophelia's remarks.

His mind is clear.

"So you want to say that I am qualified to take on Mashu?"

"Even if I want to sleep with her?"

"..."

Ophelia looked away.

"Then if Matthew is willing, can I still stop her?"

"I just hope that the person who accepts this responsibility can be a little bit more powerful - if you are a member of Team A, it will be much more reliable."

Ophelia was not joking at all.

She really thinks 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 in front of her.

"Where are you a magician?"

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

Ophelia named several organization names in succession that Ian had never heard of.

"No, neither."

Ian shook his head directly.

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

"what?!"

Ophelia became even more excited.

"You haven't become a magician yet, and you're joining Chaldea to serve as a candidate master?"

"how can that be?"

The girl's blue eyes were ignited with an inexplicable desire to win.

She took Ian's hand.

"no!"

"You come back to your room with me now."

"Let me take a good look at what's going on with you!"

96. The physical examination that fascinated Ophelia ([-] words chapter)

"stop."

Ian grabbed the impatient Ophelia.

"Why do I 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 interested."

Ian didn't say this just to reject Ophelia.

In his memory so far, he had come into contact with two magicians.

One is Morgan;

The other one is Merlin.

Although I don’t want to discredit Morgan in any way.

But what Ian has to admit is that the identity of a magician has a great impact on a person's thinking.

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

Even Morgan felt a little uncomfortable because of it.

"But--"

Ophelia's eyes were full of confusion.

"If you don't have the identity of a magician, it would be unfair to become a candidate for a master."

"Is there really such an impact?"

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"I'm still standing in front of you now, right?"

"..."

It is still a reason that cannot be refuted.

Ophelia became more and more suspicious of Ian's phrase "not yet a magician".

She thought for a while and had an idea.

"That--"

"What if I said I had a way to help you improve your magic skills to another level?"

"..."

Ian licked the corners of his mouth.

"for example?"

"No example."

Ophelia knew she had found a topic that interested Ian.

"The steps for everyone to improve are different. You have to follow me."

"is it?"

Ian smiled an outwardly friendly smile.

"I see."

"It seems that I can't go to this room."

ten minutes later.

Under Ophelia's guidance, Ian walked through several corridors and came to the door of a room.

From the outside, it was a room that was almost the same as Ian's residence.

There is a shiny sign on the door that says "016".

Not many words.Ophelia opened the door directly.

If anyone saw this scene at this time, they would definitely feel like she brought a man back to her room at night.

but--

Even if he only took one step into the room, he would never have such thoughts.

Because behind the door, it is simply another world.

Except for the necessary rest space, all the rest of the room was used to place items related to the magician.

Like some ancient books written with many obscure words;

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

All in all, it's a completely different decor than Ian's room.

If Ophelia herself wasn't lying - then there should be a reason for all this.

And for this reason, Ian has already vaguely felt it.

"How's it going? You've never seen decorations like this before, have you?"

"If you're interested-"

Ophelia turned around and was about to bargain with Ian, but she was suddenly poured cold water on her.

Because what she saw was a face that didn't care much.

She was a little unhappy.