Chapter 97. Ophelia Punished

Chapter 97. Ophelia Punished

"..."

Ian's voice, though calm, sent a chill through Ophelia.

The Master candidate dared to blatantly declare his intention to bed Mashu right in front of her, clearly not the gentle and ordinary person he appeared to be.

But all of this was not driven by any simple desire in his mind.

Ophelia blamed herself for being careless.

She should never have let him step into her "workshop" in the first place.

But now, it was too late for regrets.

Because Ian was standing right in front of her.

The distance was too close, making any attempt to escape or drive him away impossible.

"What's wrong?"

Ian maintained his usual friendly smile.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"..."

Ophelia instinctively stepped back a few paces to create some distance from Ian, but her hand was gripped tightly by him, unable to pull away.

Even as a magus confident in her abilities, at this moment, she felt fear.

"Ian... who exactly are you?"

"Who am I?"

Ian smiled calmly.

"Didn't I already tell you?"

"I am Ian Pendragon, like you, one of the 49 Master candidates selected by Chaldea."

"This, you knew from the beginning, didn't you?"

"But you have absolutely no magic circuits in your body!"

Ophelia glared at him.

"With that condition, there's no way you could perform magecraft!"

"So why were you chosen as a Master candidate by Chaldea?"

"Indeed, why was I chosen?"

Ian looked at Ophelia, his expression still smiling, but exuding an indescribable sense of dread.

"I've asked myself that question countless times, and even now, I don't have an answer."

"That's why I need someone to give me an answer."

"Otherwise—"

"Why else would I be here?"

"..."

Ophelia's uncovered blue pupil trembled.

The pride of an elite magus was crumbling bit by bit.

She realized she had to escape this situation at all costs.

And the only method lay right in her hands—her concealed right eye.

The eye patch wasn't for show.

It was to hide the Mystic Eye of Prolongation, jewel-ranked!

A power that allowed her to observe all possibilities of a target, reaching near precognition levels.

It could also lock onto what was observed, creating an effect that prolonged and delayed the worst possible outcomes.

Though it might be a little late now.

But—

As long as she activated it, there was still a chance!

"I do not observe thy brilliance."

Ophelia whispered the incantation—the method to activate the Mystic Eye.

I won't let someone like this catch me!

The red light from the Mystic Eye of Prolongation quickly spread, enveloping the entire room in a state of observation.

She was a magus from the Clock Tower; how could she lose to someone without magic?!

As long as she could delay the worst-case scenario, she would have the chance to turn things around!

However—

What happened next left Ophelia utterly stunned.

She—

Could not see what future would take shape if this continued with Ian.

Not only was she unable to avoid the worst outcome, but she also could not even observe it. Even the favorable aspects that should have existed vanished in the places she ought to see.

This meant that the Mystic Eye of Prolongation was utterly incapable of delaying any future that involved her and him.

In other words—

Perhaps this person fundamentally lacked the concept of a "future."

Could he even be called human?

Ophelia realized she was confronting something beyond words, something indescribable.

"The eyes, do they glow?"

Ian smiled as he spoke.

He reached out his hand, gently removing Ophelia's mask.

"Red eyes... truly beautiful."

"Who exactly are you?"

Once again, Ophelia asked the same question.

"Why... why are my Mystic Eyes ineffective against you?"

"How can there be someone with no future?!"

"Ah... is that so?"

Ian gently brushed aside the hair covering Ophelia's right eye.

"Then perhaps I can't call myself human anymore."

"Or... maybe it's because I've always been bound to the past?"

"Miss Ophelia, which explanation do you prefer?"

Hearing this, Ophelia's gaze filled with fear as she looked at Ian.

"Let me go, you lunatic!"

"Let you go?"

Ian glanced around, and his eyes eventually stopped at Ophelia's bed.

It was a very tidy bed.

Black pillows, white blanket.

At the head of the bed, there was a small alarm clock.

"Alright, I'll let you go in a bit."

After saying that, Ian picked Ophelia up and placed her on the bed.

"What are you planning to do?"

Ophelia looked at Ian in despair.

"Nothing."

"Didn't you say you'd let me go? Isn't now the time to do so?"

"But clearly, you're still searching for something!"

"That's right."

Ian took out a small knife from the pile of things he had helped Ophelia arrange, and then conveniently grabbed the black lace bra that Ophelia had hidden.

"Releasing you is one thing."

"But reacting to the idea of ​​using the inspection to satisfy you own desires is another, right?"

"Miss Ophelia, I don't like having that kind of contact with you."

"So—"

Ian moved towards Ophelia.

"I have to make you pay a little, right?"

"You!"

Ophelia wanted to say something more.

But everything became meaningless—because Ian was completely not listening.

What was worse was that Ophelia realized that she seemed to be no match for him.

The Magus girl's hands were tightly grasped by Ian, pressed together. They struggled like a fish's tail that had just been pulled out of water.

But in reality, this struggle was completely useless.

Because Ophelia's strength was completely out of Ian's league.

Furthermore, this passive situation further weakened her ability to resist.

The hands that had once played "music" with the "bamboo flute" were now tied to the headboard by her black lace bra.

But this was only the beginning.

Because Ian quickly moved his hands to her chest, starting to take off the thick coat.

As each button was undone, Ophelia's pride gradually shattered into pieces.

In its place were meaningless warnings coming from her throat.

"Ian, do you know what you're doing?!"

"If I tell anyone about this, don't expect to stay in Chaldea anymore!"

"Fine." Ian didn't stop his actions at all.

"Then just say it."

"An excellent Magus of the Clock Tower, leading a strange man to his room, then being like this, like that."

"What do you think people will care about first?"

"You!"

"Shh——."

Ian took off Ophelia's coat, folded it neatly and put it aside, then continued to take off her inner layer.

When the bow tie around her neck was gently pulled off, the girl's not-so-remarkable chest was exposed to the other party.

But Ian seemed to have absolutely no intention of teasing.

He just silently reached behind Ophelia.

A click sounded.

The clasp was undone.

Ian took off the almost identical black lace bra, then twisted it into a string, like a rope, and wrapped it around Ophelia's mouth.

Facing the two-colored eyes that were completely lifeless towards him, he gently kissed her forehead.

"There's no other way."

"I really don't want to hear you talk, so I'll just have to do it like this."

Ophelia's eyes widened, but she was completely unable to move.

Now she could confirm that he was a madman.

A scary and dangerous madman.

Ian's fingers slid across Ophelia's chest, moving down to her waist.

He untied the belt around her waist, rolled it up neatly, and set it aside.

Under the panicked gaze of the elite Magus, the knee-length skirt was pulled up, lifted up to just below her chest.

"It seems like you really like the color black."

Ian looked at everything before him, calmly commenting as if the thing in front of him was just a work of art that Ophelia had created with her own body.

"But I like white better."

After saying that, the man reached out and pulled the black stockings down bit by bit.

thighs.

knees.

calves.

soles of the feet.

After taking them off, Ian didn't put them aside but used them like he used the bra.

But this time the target was Ophelia's pinned legs.

Wrapped, turned, and tied to the end of the bed.

In this way, Ophelia's legs couldn't move freely.

But it wasn't over yet.

He looked at Ophelia's legs that were forced to close, then suddenly raised his head to look at her.

Ophelia's eyes were a little more frightened than before.

"Wuwuwu..." Such a sound came out of her mouth.

Ian gently reached out to remove the strand of hair that was stuck between her lips because of the black lace bra he had just tied.

"Don't be afraid."

"I won't hurt you."

"I just thought of a question."

Ian looked around and turned back to Ophelia.

"Because you so busy that you don't have time to clean the room..."

"Is there anywhere else I need help cleaning?"

Ophelia was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what Ian meant.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ophelia's moans were completely meaningless.

This man who was like a madman had touched her thighs.

The last bit of shame was removed and pulled all the way to where Ophelia's legs were tied with stockings.

What appeared before his eyes was an untended garden.

certainly.

It didn't look too bad.

"Actually."

Ian smiled self-consciously.

"Although Miss Ophelia is very good at magecraft, she doesn't seem to be very good at take care her life."

"But, that doesn't matter."

"I happen to have a skill that you need"

Ian finished speaking.

Ophelia suddenly realized that many of her actions and comments had stepped on his landmines.

Her awareness had also reached its ultimate level.

Ian was not only a madman, but a lunatic

Ophelia regretted.

She shouldn't have messed with Ian just because of her own whims.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Some are just bitter pills that you have to taste.

Ian stood up, after taking some things from the room, he returned to the bed where Ophelia was lying.

At this time, he already had warm water and a small bottle of detergent in his hand.

Obviously.

This was not something he had just found.

Instead, when he was cleaning Ophelia's room from the beginning, he had thought about the props he wanted to use.

As long as the answer he received was not what he needed, he could use it immediately.

This was not just an angry lunatic.

He also had an unimaginably thoughtful mind.

"Don't be afraid-"

Ian sat back in his original position.

"As long as you don't move, there won't be any problems."

Before Ophelia could make a sound, Ian had already taken action again.

The area he was moving in was no longer within Ophelia's sight.

The female magus couldn't see what was happening.

But the slight warmth radiating from below was enough to show that this man was sprinkling water.

After the warmth passed, something was smeared on the entrance to the garden, giving a feeling of complete lubrication.

But before Ophelia could get used to it.

The feeling of her hair being pulled up immediately made her feel like the wheat field was being harvested by Ian.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ophelia felt extremely embarrassed but she had no way to resist.

And once her body wanted to tremble, she would hear Ian's voice, clearly smiling but with a feeling of fear.

"Don't move."

"Otherwise, I don't know what will happen."

Yes.

Ophelia had truly become a wheat field.

A wheat field that only Ian could harvest at will.

This was a long process.

When the last blade of grass was cut, Ophelia gasped.

The pride of being a top student of the clock tower and a master candidate of Team A was gone.

She just felt extremely lucky to be able to lie quietly like this.

But Ian didn't seem to want to let her go at all.

He came to her and showed her the harvest.

"Everything is clean."

"Like this room."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ophelia shook her head, looking embarrassed and scared.

At this moment, the alarm clock rang.

Ian looked over and found that it was already six o'clock the next day.

"You usually wake up early."

"As expected of a powerful magus and a master candidate of Team A."

"But today-"

Ian reached out and stroked the clean garden that he had trimmed with his own hands.

In front of Ophelia, he said:

"I think you might have to change your plans for today."

"Well…just befriend Mashu in front of me."

"Please."

"The kind and clean Miss Magus."