Akuta Hinako-san, I'm Not Exactly a Good Person

T/N: Since I couldnt upload yesterday here have 5 extra chapters.

P.s i would really appreciate if you read my other book.

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"..."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Ian looked at Akuta Hinako-san before him and let out a cold laugh.

"Akuta Hinako-san, are you trying to threaten me?" he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What if I am, and what if I'm not?"

Akuta Hinako-san replied to Ian's question with a tone completely different from before, a resolute determination now present in her dark eyes.

"Do you intend to flatly deny all the dirty things you've done?" she challenged, her voice low.

"There are still large damp patches under the table, you know."

Akuta Hinako-san had expected Ian to become flustered after she said this.

But he remained calm as ever.

"I never intend to deny anything I've done," Ian stated matter-of-factly, his gaze unwavering.

"I just want to tell you—I'm not worried about you telling anyone."

"What?" Akuta Hinako-san's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"What are you pretending for?" she questioned, her earlier confidence returning.

"You're the villain who made them do that kind of thing in a public place like the Cafeteria!"

"True," Ian acknowledged, meeting Akuta Hinako-san's gaze directly.

"I certainly did."

"But—it was them who 'did' it, not me," he clarified, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So even if you reveal this to the entire Chaldea, at most I'll just be labeled as morally corrupt."

"Unfortunately for you, I already have a flexible moral compass, so I won't be affected in the slightest."

"But they are different," Ian pointed out, his eyes glinting slightly.

"So Akuta Hinako-san, you're threatening them right now, not me, understand?"

Akuta Hinako-san didn't know how to retort to Ian for a moment.

This man before her was simply shameless.

What was even more infuriating was that she realized he was actually right.

"Don't you care about them at all?" Akuta Hinako-san couldn't help but ask, a hint of genuine concern in her voice.

"Of course I care," Ian replied instantly, his tone serious.

"Their bodies are very important to me, so they are people I must protect."

"But the current situation is that you are harming them, not me, understand?"

Ian's thoughts didn't become muddled in the slightest due to Akuta Hinako-san's threat.

On the contrary, his mind was exceptionally clear, and he had no intention of accepting any conditions she wanted to impose.

"..."

Seeing that she couldn't get what she wanted from Ian, Akuta Hinako-san hugged the book she was holding and subconsciously took a few steps back.

But Ian grabbed her hand at this moment.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his grip firm but not painful.

"Akuta Hinako-san, did you think you could just run away as soon as you realized your threat was useless?"

"Let go of me!"

Akuta Hinako-san shook off Ian's hand forcefully, a look of disgust on her face.

"Someone like you... wouldn't last long in a book!" she spat out, her voice filled with disdain.

"That's not necessarily true," Ian said with a calm smile.

"I think I can at least survive for about one hundred and seventy-something chapters, and if there's no censorship, living for over a thousand chapters wouldn't be a problem either."

(T/N: You guys are breaking the fourth wall!!!)

"Oh... that's not important, anyway, I won't die now," she retorted, trying to regain her composure.

Ian looked directly at the literary girl before him.

"But Akuta Hinako-san, shouldn't you explain your intentions to me clearly?"

"You—" she began, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Why do you want to summon a Servant?" Ian cut her off, his tone sharp.

Akuta Hinako-san turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

"That's none of your business," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Of course it is," Ian said coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"It depends on what reason I will use to report your actions today to the Director."

"Friendly exchange between magi? Or a suspected criminal? Akuta Hinako-san, your attitude will determine my choice."

The situation had suddenly reversed.

Now it was Ian who had switched to the offensive, threatening Akuta Hinako-san.

The literary girl's lips trembled for a good while before she managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"I want to see someone from the past."

"Want to see someone from the past, huh?" Ian nodded thoughtfully, a contemplative expression on his face. "That certainly sounds like a good reason."

"However—" he continued, his gaze becoming more probing.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to ask the people at Chaldea about something like this?"

"They would probably have more experience in summoning Servants, right?"

"I've already asked," Akuta Hinako-san said, her expression complicated.

"They can't help me."

"..."

Ian understood now why Akuta Hinako-san had approached Fujimaru Ritsuka-san.

Since the staff at Chaldea couldn't help her, she was seeking other methods.

The other magi in Chaldea were the best choice.

And Fujimaru Ritsuka-san's miraculous survival during the helicopter incident had led Akuta Hinako-san to mistakenly believe she was a powerful magus.

All of this had been shattered the moment they met—Fujimaru Ritsuka-san was not some super high-level magus.

That was why she had seemed so disappointed.

"Akuta Hinako-san, it seems like you're grasping at straws a bit," Ian couldn't help but comment, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Chaldea, such a professional organization, can't do it, so what makes you think ordinary magi can?"

"That's why I'm not looking for ordinary magi," Akuta Hinako-san glared at Ian, her annoyance evident.

"Don't you understand?" she pressed, her voice rising slightly.

"One word: will you help me or not? If not, then there's no need to talk anymore."

"..."

Ian looked at the literary girl before him—he disliked being pressured the most.

An idea formed in his mind.

"Akuta Hinako-san, the contrast between your behavior in front of others and when you're alone is quite remarkable," he observed, a knowing smile on his face.

"If you want me to help you... it's not impossible."

"But doing something like this always comes with a price."

"..." Akuta Hinako-san became wary—she already knew that the person before her was not to be trifled with.

"What price?" she asked cautiously, her eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't ask me to do something completely impossible, would you?"

"Of course not," Ian said with a slight smile, but his whole demeanor seemed a bit frightening.

"Akuta Hinako-san, you can definitely do this."

"Because it's incredibly simple."

Ian's gaze fell on Akuta Hinako-san's tightly closed clothes.

"Akuta Hinako-san, please take off all your clothes right here," he requested, his voice calm and even.

"What did you say?!"

Akuta Hinako-san's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? Why would I take off all my clothes in a place like this?" she demanded, her voice filled with shock and indignation.

"Yes, generally speaking, it's quite unlikely," Ian replied, his expression still calm and unperturbed.

"But unfortunately, Akuta Hinako-san is currently asking for my help."

"So even such an unreasonable, even somewhat vulgar request, you must comply with."

"Of course—" Ian added, his gaze unwavering.

"Akuta Hinako-san can leave right now."

"It's just that you don't know if there will be another person willing to offer such a simple and easy condition."

"..."

Akuta Hinako-san knew that Ian was right.

She had indeed been searching in Chaldea for a long time.

Currently, the only one who fit the criteria was Ian, who had summoned Mordred.

If she missed this opportunity, she didn't know where the next person willing to do this would be.

Akuta Hinako-san's throat moved slightly.

After a long moment, she squeezed out a sentence.

"You demon... you'll definitely get your retribution."

Faced with such a reprimand, Ian didn't show even a hint of displeasure.

On the contrary, he was even a little happy.

"The era of karmic retribution is over, Akuta Hinako-san," Ian said with a slight smile.

"Demons live longer than angels, you know."

"So—" he gestured slightly.

"Please, begin your performance."

"..."

Akuta Hinako-san's hands trembled slightly.

Taking off her clothes in a place like this would make her the center of attention in less than a minute.

Especially with a man standing in front of her, it would be an act that would directly ruin her reputation.

Akuta Hinako-san could even imagine how awkward her situation in Chaldea would be afterwards.

However—

If he could really help her see that person...

It didn't seem entirely impossible.

Akuta Hinako-san's hand slowly moved to the buttons on her chest.

Click.

A button came loose from its slot.

Akuta Hinako-san felt her breathing become a little difficult.

So embarrassing.

It was really very embarrassing.

In front of so many people, in front of this person, she was actually going to take off all her clothes...

Akuta Hinako-san gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and her hand slowly moved towards the next button.

But just at this moment, something unexpected happened.

She found that she couldn't move her hand.

The literary girl opened her eyes and saw that Ian had grabbed her hand.

"You..." she began, surprised.

"Oh... I almost forgot, you don't like this kind of contact, do you?" Ian said, retracting his hand.

"Alright, that's enough."

"That's enough?" Akuta Hinako-san asked, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Yeah," Ian nodded. "Akuta Hinako-san, you didn't really want to take off all your clothes here, did you?"

"Or do you have an exhibitionist tendency?"

"Of course I don't have that kind of tendency," Akuta Hinako-san said, looking at Ian warily.

"I just think your attitude changed way too quickly."

"You don't have any other disgusting thoughts, do you?"

"Would wanting to help you button up your clothes count?" Ian said with a smile.

"..."

Reminded by Ian, Akuta Hinako-san quickly fastened the only button she had undone.

She hadn't wanted to take off all her clothes in front of this person in the first place.

Ian wasn't angry, but instead explained his thoughts.

"I just wanted to test if you really had that kind of resolve."

"And as it turns out, you do."

"If you're even willing to give up your reputation, then the person you want to see must be very important."

"..."

Ian's tone had become much friendlier, and Akuta Hinako-san's aggression also decreased a bit.

"Don't act like you understand everything," she said, her voice still a bit defensive.

"Of course I understand," Ian said, looking directly at the literary girl who had threatened him.

"Because just like you, I have someone I want to see."

"I don't think my determination will lose to yours."

"You too?"

Akuta Hinako-san was a little surprised.

"A demon like you would also have such a wish?"

"Who is that person?" she pressed, her curiosity piqued.

"That's a secret," Ian replied. "Please don't ask me that kind of question."

"Just like I won't ask you who the person you want to summon is."

"..."

Akuta Hinako-san didn't refuse Ian's agreement.

For her, this was indeed something worth agreeing to.

"Did you go through all that just to test me?" she couldn't help but ask, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"You could say so, and you could also say not really."

"What do you mean?"

"It's simple," Ian said, smiling at Akuta Hinako-san before him.

"I don't like people who threaten me right off the bat."

"So what happened just now was both a test for you and a punishment for you."

"If you were willing to take them off yourself, the result would be as harmonious as it is now."

"But if—" Ian's eyes sharpened slightly.

"You weren't willing to take them off, it would mean your insistence was only superficial—then your threat would be mocking me."

"I guarantee I would have found every way possible to make you strip naked."

"..."

Akuta Hinako-san was stunned for a moment.

Although Ian was smiling, she felt an inexplicable chill.

And what was even more terrifying was that she could feel that this man wasn't joking—he had a frightening aura about him.

"Who exactly are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Before asking that question, shouldn't you apologize?" Ian countered, his smile unwavering.

Hearing Ian's words, Akuta Hinako-san hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I'm sorry... it was my fault," she said, her voice soft but sincere.

"Yeah, it's good that you know," Ian accepted Akuta Hinako-san's apology.

"Then let's end it here."

"You can go back first, I'll let you know when the time comes."

"I will carefully report today's events to the Director."

After saying this, Ian turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

But before he had taken two steps, he seemed to remember something again, turned back, and said a sentence.

"Akuta Hinako-san."

"I know you're not human."

"What?"

Before Akuta Hinako-san could ask any more questions, Ian had already walked back into the restaurant.

She was dumbfounded.

He saw through her disguise?

Just what was this guy's background?

The literary girl looked at the man's gradually receding figure, wanting to understand everything. But she found her thoughts drifting back to a certain night in the past.

It was a moment of life-and-death farewell.

"Yu xi, Yu xi, what should I do?"

Such a sorrowful sound echoed in her ears.

How could this be?

Akuta Hinako-san, her eyes filled with illusions, stood frozen on the spot for a moment.

Inside the restaurant, Ian returned to the table located in a secluded corner.

As soon as he arrived, Mordred practically pounced on him.

"Master—!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief.

"You're finally back!"

"I was about to die of boredom!"

"Huh?" Ian looked puzzled. "Mordred, what's wrong with you?"

"Look at those two!" she pointed towards Fujimaru Ritsuka-san and Mashu.

"They haven't said a word!"

Following Mordred's finger, Ian paused, surprised by what he saw.

Mashu was lying directly on the table, her body twitching occasionally.

And Fujimaru Ritsuka-san was even more exaggerated.

She was licking her fingers, occasionally letting out a "hehe" giggle.

Seeing this scene, not to mention Mordred, even Ian himself felt a little creeped out.

It seemed—

He might have overdone the development a bit?

"It's alright, Mordred, I'll bring them back to normal," Ian reassured her, a slight smile on his face.

"By the way, what do you want to eat? Order whatever you like."

"Eh?!"

Mordred's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master, can I really order anything I want?"

"Yeah," Ian nodded, his expression gentle.

"But there are so many things I want to eat," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"It's okay," Ian ruffled Mordred's hair. "You've been behaving very well recently, this is a reward you deserve."

"Hehe, then I won't be polite~" Mordred clung to Ian's arm and started to act spoiled.

But she quickly remembered something else.

"Oh, right, Master," she said, her tone becoming more serious.

"I just realized something."

"What is it?"

"It's just—" Mordred looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka-san and Mashu to the side.

"Ritsuka is almost completely recovered now, she doesn't need to rest in the sickroom anymore."

"So according to what you did with Mashu."

"Shouldn't she and I also move back into your room to live together?!"