Chapter 96. The Body Examination That Fascinated Ophelia

Chapter 96. The Body Examination That Fascinated Ophelia

"Stop."

Ian stopped Ophelia, who could hardly wait any longer.

"Why do I have to go to your room at this hour?"

"I refuse to do something like this."

Ian's reaction left Ophelia slightly surprised.

"Don't tell me you're not interested in becoming a magus?!"

"To be honest, I'm not that interested."

Ian didn't say this just to refuse Ophelia.

From his memories up until now, he had encountered two magi.

One was Morgan;

The other was Merlin.

Even though he didn't want to offend Morgan in any way, Ian had to admit that the title of magus greatly influenced a person's mindset.

After all, when someone possesses the ability to change everything, it's hard to predict where their thoughts might lead.

Even Morgan had been somewhat affected, becoming stranger because of it.

"But—"

Ophelia's gaze was filled with confusion.

"Without the identity of a magus, wouldn't becoming a Master candidate lack legitimacy?"

"Does it really matter that much?"

Ian looked directly at Ophelia.

"At this moment, someone like me is still standing in front of you, isn't he?"

"..."

Ian's reasoning, once again, left her speechless.

Ophelia was growing increasingly doubtful about Ian's claim that he "hadn't become a magus yet."

She thought for a while, then came up with an idea.

"Then—"

"What if I said I had a way to help you elevate your magecraft to a new level?"

"..."

Ian lightly licked his lips.

"For example?"

"There's no example."

Ophelia knew she had touched on a topic that piqued Ian's interest.

"Everyone has a different path for improvement; you'll have to follow me to understand."

"Is that so?"

Ian gave a smile that seemed outwardly friendly.

"So that's how it is."

"It seems I have no choice but to go to this room of yours."

A few minutes later, guided by Ophelia, Ian passed through several hallways and finally arrived in front of a door.

It was a room that looked no different from Ian's own quarters from the outside.

A small plaque on the door read "016."

Without saying much, Ophelia opened the door and stepped inside.

If anyone saw this scene in the middle of the night, they would surely think she was bringing a man into her room, to do immoral things.

However—

The moment one stepped inside, that thought would immediately dissipate.

Behind the door, it felt like an entirely different world.

Aside from the necessary living space, every other corner of the room was filled with items related to magi and magecraft.

Ancient books filled with incomprehensible symbols.

Or miscellaneous items that seemed to possess some mystical function.

In short, this was a place entirely unlike Ian's room.

If Ophelia wasn't lying, then all these things had to serve a purpose.

And that purpose, Ian could vaguely sense.

"Well? Never seen a setup like this before, have you?"

"If you're interested—"

Ophelia turned around, about to strike a bargain with Ian, but her words were immediately doused with cold water.

What she saw was a face that showed little interest.

Ophelia felt a bit irritated.

"Ian, aren't you curious why my room is decorated this way?"

"Not curious."

Ian replied bluntly.

This wasn't because he intended to anger Ophelia but because he knew this was a magus's "workshop."

In his memories of Camelot, Morgan had once led him to her "workshop" — a room deep within Camelot Castle.

It was a place only she knew how to enter.

Though magecraft theories might evolve over time, their essence remained similar.

So—

This room was undoubtedly Ophelia's "workshop."

"Are you pretending to be mysterious?"

Ophelia stared at Ian.

"Feel free to think that way," Ian shrugged. "I don't mind."

"But first, Miss Ophelia, can you make what you're saying come true?"

"You really have a clear agenda," Ophelia couldn't help but remark.

Fortunately, she had a plan in mind.

"Sit over there."

Ophelia pointed to a spot in the room.

Seeing Ian hesitate, she quickly added, slightly annoyed:

"Now that we're here, are you still worried that I'll do something shady to you?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I just wanted to say... showing your measurements to others isn't exactly a good idea, is it?"

"Show my measurements?"

Ophelia was initially confused, but then seemed to realize something.

She followed Ian's gaze to confirm her suspicion.

It was a black lace bra placed there, its round edges resembling lotus petals.

The back clasp had been undone, making it look like a wet rope, loosely hanging there.

Ophelia suddenly remembered that it was just laundry left out to dry after she had been engrossed in magecraft research.

"You really have a problem!"

The skilled magus shouted, then hurried over to clean up the item.

"You're so improper!" she mumbled, covering her chest.

"Miss Ophelia, how is this my fault?"

"Fine, I won't fuss—"

Ian glanced around the room.

"I just think it might be best to tidy up your room a bit before we proceed."

"I really can't stand this environment."

"...Alright."

And so, in the late hours, Ian and Ophelia cleaned up the "workshop."

A little over ten minutes later.

Looking at the now neat and orderly room, Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be cleaned up this well, is this really still my room?"

"If you keep it this way," Ian replied, "then of course, it's still yours."

"But most of it was you directing things, how are you so good at this?" Ophelia asked skeptically.

"…"

Ian remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly:

"Because there was someone who needed me to take care of them like this."

"Someone?"

Ophelia turned her head, about to ask if it was Mashu, but then witnessed a rare sight.

She saw Ian turn his face slightly towards her, his gaze fixed on the empty space ahead.

He tugged gently at the collar of his shirt, slightly lifting it to breathe more comfortably — a natural reflex when feeling too hot.

In that moment.

Ophelia's heart suddenly beat a little faster — this was the first time she had seen someone of the opposite sex like this.

But the feeling was fleeting.

Because Ian quickly turned his head back, looking at her with eyes filled with an indescribable sorrow.

"Yes... it's truly for someone."

"…"

Ophelia snapped back to reality, reining in her emotions, and spoke:

"Ian, let's start now."

"Okay."

Ophelia still held her own thoughts.

She didn't fully believe Ian's claim that he "hadn't become a magus."

For many reasons, magi often had to conceal their identities.

From the perspective of an ordinary person, this was nearly impossible to detect.

But in reality, it wasn't so.

For various reasons, magi often passed down their legacies through generations, forming powerful families.

Among them, not all magi could achieve their goals within their lifetime.

Therefore, they would "engrave" the parts they had completed onto objects that could be passed down, so their descendants could continue to use them.

That was the Magic Crest — something magi couldn't easily hide.

At the same time, it was the best way to determine whether someone was truly a magus.

Ophelia activated her magecraft in the palm of her hand, the blue light flashing briefly, before she began scanning Ian's body.

The touches were incredibly delicate.

She didn't want to miss any spot that could potentially react to the magecraft in her hand, detecting the Magic Crest.

Ophelia moved her hands over him, starting from Ian's elbow, down his arm, passing through his armpit, across his chest, around his waist, and finally to his back.

These were places where a Magic Crest could easily be hidden and often overlooked because they were not as obvious.

But this time, there was no reaction to her magecraft.

So—

She continued the examination.

Under Ian's watchful gaze, Ophelia's hands moved downward.

This time, it was his stomach, then his hips, followed by his thighs, knees, calves, and feet.

The result was still nothing.

Had she finished checking?

Not yet.

Ophelia knew there was one place she hadn't checked, intentionally avoiding it.

Ophelia looked towards the area between Ian's legs.

While under normal circumstances, a Magic Crest could hardly ever be engraved in such a place, Ian gave her the feeling that "nothing about this person would be surprising, no matter what happened."

She didn't want him to casually brush her off like that.

Without saying another word, Ophelia sat down beside Ian, hesitated for a moment, then extended her hand and began to check.

Naturally, Ian couldn't remain indifferent.

He furrowed his brows, looking at Ophelia beside him, clearly wanting an explanation from her.

As an accomplished magus, Ophelia understood that completely.

"Don't look at me like that."

"This is a necessary step; I don't want to do this either."

To be honest—

Ophelia realized this was the first time she had ever touched the body of someone of the opposite sex.

The feeling was truly unique.

His skin seemed to change beneath her fingers, gradually losing its usual softness and becoming firm and smooth, like asphalt.

As her fingertips glided over, it felt as though a path was being formed, opening and extending forward.

This unique sense of satisfaction was like answering a question correctly in the Clock Tower, a recognition of her skills.

When she pressed gently, everything seemed to gently ripple, like a breeze constantly flowing through the calm trees.

In this moment, it all seemed to lie in her hands.

Ophelia realized she was a bit greedy for this feeling—something she hadn't been able to experience since becoming part of the magus family.

She hadn't expected to find such a strange beauty in this peculiar situation.

It was rather ironic.

But—

It seemed more interesting than she had expected.

"Hey, Ophelia—"

"Isn't it done yet?"

"This is taking a bit long, don't you think?"

Ian questioned, pulling Ophelia from her reminiscing thoughts.

She blushed slightly and answered,

"Umu... The first step is done."

"But there's still the second step, so don't rush."

Ophelia wasn't lying.

There really were two steps—but she hadn't clarified what those steps were.

After the recent check, Ophelia could confirm that Ian wasn't lying.

There was no Magic Crest anywhere on his body, not even the "cheap" ones from the side branches. This meant that he didn't belong to any magus family.

As for the possibility of becoming an independent magus, Ophelia thought that was almost impossible.

Because if that were truly the case, he would have surely joined some magus organization. Not doing so would be a waste of such valuable talent.

So then—

It was time for the second step of the examination.

Ophelia muttered a quiet incantation.

As her voice rose, the magecraft on her hand began to shift.

If she couldn't detect any surface Magic Crests—

Then she would shift to examining the deeper Magic Circuits within Ian's body.

This was the foundation that determined whether someone could become a magus or not.

By assessing the quantity, quality, and complexity of the Magic Circuits in Ian's body, she could figure out just how far he was from the "concept of being a magus."

After all, there were still people in the world with the potential to become magi but never pursued it, or those who should not have become magi but somehow did.

The roots of these discrepancies were often incredibly complicated.

Thus, directly examining the Magic Circuits was the clearest and most transparent way.

With that thought in mind—

Ophelia glanced at Ian in front of her.

If Chaldea had made an exception and selected him as a candidate for Master even before he became a magus, he must possess magical talent far beyond the norm.

She had mentally prepared herself to face a Magic Circuits system that would astonish her.

However, during this process—

She decided to "play around" a little more with the "flute that could respond" in her hand. After all, the Magic Circuits covered the entire body, and the location of the examination was entirely up to her.

Who knew, she might never have another chance to experience such a strange pleasure in her life.

But—

Everything went completely contrary to Ophelia's expectations.

While she was eagerly examining, silently manipulating the "flute" in her hand, the process of checking the magical circuits was finished.

And the result was…

Nothing.

Ian's body contained absolutely no Magic Circuits.

This meant that he was unimaginably far from the concept of being a magus.

Then—

How could he have unleashed that sword earlier?

No, this wasn't right.

Ophelia realized that Ian, the person standing beside her, was definitely hiding a secret that she hadn't the slightest clue about.

She wondered, what kind of person was she really dealing with?!

But at this moment, it seemed like there was no turning back for her.

Ian grabbed Ophelia's hand just as she was about to withdraw.

He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze deep:

"Miss Ophelia, if you've learned something, please tell me. Alright?"

"If not—"

"It's very likely you'll have to pay a corresponding price."

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