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"Oh...you're out."

Ian closed the book in his hand and looked at Ophelia.

"I'm just trying to see how much I can understand."

"..."

"What's the result?" Ophelia asked after a moment of silence.

"Basically I can't understand it. I don't even understand what those symbols mean."

"Pfft."

Ophelia couldn't help laughing.

But she quickly suppressed her smile.

"It's normal not to understand. You are not from a magician family. If you are self-taught, then you should become the new leader of the magician organization."

"but--"

Ophelia stared at the book in Ian's hand.

"Why are you looking at these?"

"I want to be a magician."

"Ok?"

Ophelia pinched her face, and after confirming that she heard correctly, she said:

"What are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding."

"If it's what you said, my idea cannot be realized in a simulated battle."

Ian looked at the surprised top student magician.

"Then if you become a magician, you can see her, right?"

Ophelia was about to say "What are you dreaming about?", but what caught her eye was Ian's extremely serious look.

He's not joking.

He really meant to do this.

Ophelia, who felt this, could only temporarily restrain her suspicion.

"Are you serious?"

"Don't you remember that you don't have any magic circuits at all?"

Magic circuits are the foundation of a magician.

Its quantity, quality and sophistication determine the strength of a magician.

If there was no magic circuit at all, Ophelia could not imagine the price she would have to pay to "become" a magician.

"I know."

There was no hesitation in Ian's words.

"But I decided to do it anyway."

"Ophelia, you are the only one who can help me."

"you……"

Ophelia took a few steps back.

"Why do you think I'll help you?"

"Do you think you and I are friends?"

"Of course not." Ian replied with a wry smile.

"So it's a deal."

"As long as you help me, we will have nothing to do with each other after this."

"..."

Ophelia hesitated for a moment and replied:

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Finally hearing that she had a chance to escape her nightmare, Ophelia didn't think much more about it.

"it is good."

"That's what you said!"

In the quiet night, the two people reached a secret agreement.

This is a magician learning career from scratch.

In order to get rid of Ian as soon as possible, Ophelia did not hold anything back about her learning experience, but taught everything to him.

She thought this would be a very difficult process - after all, the other party had no magic circuit at all.

If you want to learn magic in this state.

It's about the same as asking a newborn baby to compete in a triathlon.

But in reality, Ian's performance was much better than that.

At least he's not as devoid of magic as he seems.

"Are you saying that the sword that day was projected through your memory?"

Ophelia summed it up this way.

"This ability is originally called projection?" Ian asked rhetorically.

"That's about right. There may be other names, but generally it's correct to call it projection."

"Is there a way to keep them forever?"

"Of course not."

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Projection is just a magic trick that uses magic to make the objects you touch appear in the form of mirror images."

"When the magic power is insufficient, it will naturally disappear."

"And in your case, I'm afraid as the number of activations increases, the projected things will gradually deviate like the vague memory, and finally become something with the same name."

"So that's how it is..."

Looking at Ian's thoughtful look.

Ophelia couldn't help but ask one more question.

"Are you trying to project something strange?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to project people, but now it seems that it doesn't work."

"Isn't that natural?!"

Over the next month, Ophelia saw a different side of Ian.

That's the tenacity of this man.

"It's very late, do you want to continue watching?"

Ophelia asked as she looked at Ian who was sitting on a chair nearby and reading a book.

"Hmm." The man nodded.

"Then why don't you go back to your room and watch?"

"I think it has more atmosphere here."

"..."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

All this time.

If I hold myself to death for another half an hour, I'll probably lie there and fall asleep.

however--

When Ophelia woke up, she found that Ian was still reading an obscure book as before she fell asleep.

She shouted in surprise:

"Did you not sleep all night?"

"Oh...it's already morning."

Ian rubbed his eyes.

"We have to go find Mashu today."

This is not once or twice.

For more than a month, Ian did this almost every day.

Finally at one point, Ophelia couldn't stand it anymore.

One day when he was about to go out, she grabbed him.

"You just sleep here for me today!"

"I don't want anyone to die in my workshop!"

So ever.

Ophelia met Matthew who looked anxious.

"That, Miss Ophelia."

"Senior didn't reply to my message today. Do you know where he went?"

In this regard, Ophelia could only answer Matthew in front of her with a specious answer.

"Maybe sleep in the room."

"I'll get back to you after a while, don't worry."

"Is that so? That's really great!"

Once the behavior becomes regular, time will pass quickly in the process.

One month passed quickly.

Ophelia summed up Ian's situation.

He really doesn't have any magic circuits that a magician should have.

But contrary to his knowledge, his body is able to generate magic power in an unknown way that is no less than what the magic circuit can generate.

It's almost like a product of ancient times.

After studying the basic theory, Ian has been able to control them better.

Now when releasing "Memory Projection", he will no longer affect the surrounding environment as before.

And the number of projections has also increased.

To be fair,

If he came from a normal family of magicians, Ophelia felt that the Ian in front of her would definitely be worthy of the best magic mark.

But unfortunately, he is still the madman who has nothing but the name Pendragon.

"Does this count as becoming a magician?"

Ian asked as he looked at the projected sword of rotating victory (Excalibur Galatine) in his hand.

"..."