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

as predicted.

Hidden there were things she had set up in advance.

Ian took it off and placed it in front of Ophelia.

"Give."

"you?"

Ophelia looked at the memory card placed in front of her, feeling a little at a loss.

"what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Ian shrugged, "Since you want to get my handle so much, isn't it just to satisfy your wish now?"

"Are you giving me charity?"

"No, I just want to make you feel at ease."

"..."

Looking at the memory card in her hand, Ophelia hesitated for a while, and finally stuffed it back into Ian's hand.

"I do not want it."

"Now that it's been discovered, take it away, lest it seems like I like to take pictures of this kind of thing."

Ophelia looked away.

"I will definitely find a way to prevent you from noticing it next time."

"..."

"What's your look like?"

"It's nothing." Ian sighed, "I was just wondering if I would have the same result if I communicated with you seriously from the beginning."

"Maybe... we can still be friends?"

"Who would want to be friends with you?!" Ophelia said with a blush while covering her skirt.

"You're a pervert who just did that kind of thing!"

"Oh yes."

Ian didn't mind her anger too much.

"That's it. Today we have to go with Mashu to pick up the confused Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Wait a moment."

Ophelia took Ian's hand.

"Actually, I still have something to say."

"What?"

"……thanks."

"thanks?"

"Yeah." The top student magician nodded, "If it weren't for you, I don't think I would have been able to see the 'King of Brilliance Sword (Clarent)' so close."

"This may become a regret in my career as a magician."

"and also--"

Ophelia looked between Ian's legs.

Her mind recalled the feeling of that time.

"I also had a certain amount of responsibility back then. I..."

"Have you never touched her before?" Ian interrupted her.

"Well, yes... eh, that's not right! I've touched it... it's not right, how can I say it!"

"In short, she is a virgin in every sense of the word." Ian hit the point.

"Is this what you want to express?"

"Why is it always so difficult for me to accept what you say?" Ophelia gritted her teeth.

"But--"

Ian leaned in front of Ophelia.

"This is not a strange thing - if you like magic so much, you must not have time to think about this."

"And Ophelia, since you said so, I actually want to tell you something."

"What, what's the matter?"

"that is--"

Ian pressed Ophelia's head.

"If you hate Sunday, you can always find me to lose your temper on that day to divert your attention."

"It's not a good habit to hide in your house and sleep all day."

"How do you know?" Ophelia was a little surprised.

"Don't worry about that."

"Anyway." Ian stretched out his hand towards Ophelia, "I welcome you to do this."

Looking at the hand stretched out towards her, the girl from a family of magicians hesitated for a long time, but still chose to hold it.

"Okay, that's what you said."

Ophelia has no way to use the magic eye to observe what kind of relationship she and Ian will eventually have.

But at least for this moment.

She hoped it wouldn't be an enemy.

But then again...

Ophelia looked at the other party.

Starting from what he just said you can go to him on Sunday.

I seemed to suddenly feel that this man was not so bad.

"By the way...is it okay to not just lose your temper?"

"what?"

Listening to this, Ian suddenly felt that he and Ophelia would become friends in another form.

106. The late arrival of Fujimaru Ritsuka ([-]-word chapter)

Somewhere in Chaldea.

Matthew stood on the platform holding Fu Fu and Mordred, watching the snow falling from the sky together.

It's just that the mentality of the two people at this moment is completely different.

"The snow is so beautiful!"

Matthew looked at the snowflakes spinning and falling from the sky, like pieces of silver leaves, with unconcealable happiness in his violet eyes.

"Senior will definitely like it if he sees snow like this later."

"Fufu, do you think so?"

"Fu..."

Without Ian here, no one could understand what Fufu was saying.

But judging from its slightly wagging tail, it probably has the same opinion as Mashu.

Mordred on the other side showed the complete opposite.

She put her hands on her waist and looked at the snow falling from the sky, her green eyes "borrowed" from Artoria showing waves of discomfort.

"I said, do you all like snow that much?"

"Eh?"

Hearing this, Matthew looked at Mordred aside, with doubts in his eyes.

"Don't you like snow? It's so beautiful."

"It looks good."

Mordred pouted.

"But when it snows, the wheat ears in the fields will catch the cold. If our luck is any worse, there will be a direct crop failure next year."

"So rather than the beautiful snow, I hope the weather will be sunny."

"..."

The cognitive differences between modern times and the past are thus placed in front of Mashu.

She actually planned to say something like, "It's not normal for it to not snow in Antarctica," but then she thought about it and felt that it wasn't good.

The girl lowered her head and thought for a while, and came up with a new answer.

"That--"

"Now, you don't have to be afraid."

"do not be afraid?"

"Yes." Matthew nodded, "Because the times are always improving. No matter how heavy the snow is now, there will be no talk of a food shortage."

"Do not worry!"

"As long as I'm here -"

"There's no way you're going to be hungry! I'll buy you as many French fries as you want!"

"..."

Looking at Matthew in front of him, Mordred was silent at first, and then smiled.

"Are you trying to please me because of my Master?"

"Eh?" Matthew shook his head, "It's nothing!"

"I just think it should be done, nothing else!"

"is it?"

Mordred shrugged.

"Then you still blame the good guy."

"Resembling someone I know."

"A person you know?" Ma Xiu blinked, a little confused.

"Who is it?"

"Oh... there was a man who came from France and said that his father had been a knight of King Arthur, so he had to go through this journey all over again in order to find the truth or something."

"This..." Mashu frowned slightly, "I feel like he is a very strange person."

"But after what you said, I want to see him."

"There will be a chance."

Mordred smiled slightly.

"After all, this guy looks like he will become a heroic spirit."

"Matthew, Mordred."

A familiar voice came from behind the two of them.

Ian appeared at the entrance of the platform.