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

Determined to die, she picked up a piece of fried French fries - based on Gawain's mashed potatoes, this was already a super lethal dose!

"Goodbye to this world."

"Goodbye my father."

The sons of Camelot will fall here.

Mordred closed his eyes.

But it didn't—

"Eh?"

Mordred, with his eyes closed, chewed the French fries in his mouth, his green eyes shining with excitement.

"How can it be so delicious!"

"This...is this the taste that potatoes can have?!"

"I still want it!"

Mordred's potato phobia was corrected in this moment by the right craftsmanship.

Ian soon joined the war to eliminate French fries.

After more than ten minutes of turmoil.

French fries were completely wiped out - but the consequences were somewhat serious.

I saw that Fufu had fallen on the table, and the smell of French fries came out of its mouth from time to time.

Ian is trying his best to save it.

Although he himself is not much better.

Today is the day he eats the most French fries.

On the other side, Mordred collapsed on the sofa because he tasted the correct taste of potatoes for the first time.

"It turns out that potatoes are so delicious...Brother Gawain, you have done me a lot of harm."

Just when Mordred was sighing about life, Matthew, the only one who remained normal, suddenly walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder.

"Well, can you come out for a moment?"

"I have something I want to talk to you about."

"..."

Although he didn't know what Matthew wanted to do, Mordred recalled the question just now and nodded.

"it is good."

The two of them arrived at a place a little further away—a place where only two people could hear each other's voices.

"what's wrong?"

Because Matthew had managed to get himself out of the french fries siege, Mordred didn't really mind her abruptness.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"that!"

Although Mashu's voice was small, it was firm.

"You said that Senior Ian has a very important person in his heart, right?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded, "And it's not just very important, it's the most important level!"

"That--"

Mashu clasped his hands together and made a praying posture in front of his chest.

"There shouldn't be anyone in the second place, right?!"

"Please look at me carefully!"

"I will work hard!"

After saying this, Mashu ran away with a blushing face.

Then her voice came again:

"Senior! In a few days, the late 48th Master Fujimaru Ritsuka will finally arrive in Chaldea!"

"Can you please come with me to pick her up?!"

Mordred didn't hear what Ian replied.

Because her attention was still on what Matthew had just said.

"The second most important person?"

"Does that mean you want to be with your father?"

"and many more--"

"Is she going to be my mother?!"

105. Ophelia’s “Seduction” Plan ([-] words chapter)

A few days later, in front of Ophelia's room.

Ian knocked on the door with the "016" sign in front of him.

Unlike before.

This time it was not Ophelia who he approached on his own initiative, but a message sent by the other party on his mobile phone.

"Come to my room."

Technically speaking, this seems to be her first time doing this.

click.

The door opened.

Ophelia was standing there, looking at Ian cautiously.

She said coldly:

"Did you come by yourself?"

"Mordred, didn't follow you?"

"..."

Ian smiled lightly.

"Whether she is following me or not, as a magician, shouldn't you know best?"

"Too."

Ophelia made way for Ian.

"come in."

click.

The door closed again.

Ian looked at the clean environment in the room and sighed.

"Ophelia, actually you don't know how to clean the room, right?"

"I haven't been here for the past few days, but isn't it still nice here?"

"..."

Ophelia looked away.

"Even if you praise me like this, I won't be very happy."

"Ok, I know."

Ian looked back.

"So this is not a compliment, it's just a simple description of the facts."

"and also--"

"What do you want to do with me? According to what you want, we should no longer keep in touch."

Just like Ian said.

With Ophelia's help, Ian "successfully" summoned the Servant Mordred.

Although it was not consistent with his original purpose, he still kept his original promise and never came to her room again, and even deliberately disappeared from her sight.

This made Ophelia realize.

In fact, he may not be interested in himself at all.

Actions are taken simply to achieve a goal.

Thinking of this, Ophelia turned dark and looked very unhappy.

"What's your attitude..."

"Do you think seeing me disgusts you?"

When Ophelia said this, her eyes kept looking towards a certain corner of the room.

Ian noticed this but kept silent.

He shrugged.

"Of course I wouldn't mind seeing you."

"I'm just worried that you will feel uncomfortable seeing me - in that case, it would be better not to appear in your sight in the first place."

"Stop it."

Ophelia retorted directly.

"How can you be so kind... You must have other ideas."

"It doesn't matter if you have other ideas or no ideas at all."

Ian looked directly at Ophelia in front of him.

"Miss Ophelia, when you came to me, you didn't just want to scold me like this, right?"

"If that's the case, I think you might be able to do it directly on your phone."

"After all, that one can hear sounds too - don't worry, I won't hang up on you."

Of course Ophelia could not fail to hear the meaning in Ian's words.

He was indicating that he would speak directly if he had something to say.

She cleared her throat and then said:

"Say, Ian, did you know that there's extra magic attached to that sword?"

"Sword? Mordred's one?"

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

"It's not surprising that there is magic." Ian looked at her in front of him, "After all, they are 'servants'. Didn't you say that their appearance is a form of magic?"

"According to common sense, this is indeed the case."

Ophelia came to the nearby bookshelf and took down a book, then flipped through a page to confirm something.

"Ian, but this magic is not possessed by Mordred himself."

"Are you trying to say that someone cast magic on that sword and then let it follow the 'Servant' in the form of a 'Noble Phantasm' and come to me?"

"you……"