Mashu's Service / Ophelia's Perfect Education / Investigation Results

The Director's broadcast made the two people who had been bickering fall silent.

"So it was the results of the helicopter incident investigation?" Ophelia murmured, repeating the information revealed in the broadcast.

"The Chaldea Director's execution power is really strong, she figured things out so quickly."

"Isn't that to be expected?" Ian didn't react much. "If she didn't have this ability, how could she be the Director?"

"...I suppose you're right," Ophelia conceded, not arguing further.

"I'll change my clothes," she said, turning towards her wardrobe.

"We should hurry over there later."

"Wait a moment."

Ian leaned closer to Ophelia and whispered a few words in her ear.

After hearing what he said, the magus's cheeks instantly flushed red.

"You... you want me to go to that meeting without anything underneath?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Can't you?" Ian replied with a mischievous smile.

"You're such a pervert!" Ophelia exclaimed, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Despite her words, Ophelia obediently changed her clothes according to Ian's request.

The moment the ribbon on her neck was tied, she clutched her lower abdomen and glared at the man resentfully.

"You really have a lot of strange tastes," she muttered, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Ophelia-san, you're the same," Ian said with a smile, extending his hand towards her.

"Don't mind going with me, do you?"

"..."

Ophelia, who had been angry just a moment ago, had now completely softened.

She knew he was teasing her, but she felt willing to go along with it.

"...Bastard," she whispered, tightly gripping his hand.

It had to be said.

Although going out like this without underwear was indeed very embarrassing, the feeling of holding his hand was genuinely relaxing.

Despite the chilly feeling below, Ophelia silently endured it all.

Just as they reached the entrance of the conference hall, Ian suddenly pulled her into a nearby corridor.

At this moment—

Behind the top student magus were the Master candidates and Chaldea staff members who were successively entering the conference hall.

But the man's gaze was fixed on the black hem of her skirt.

This stare made Ophelia feel uneasy.

"What... what do you want to do?!" she asked, her voice laced with nervousness.

The man didn't say anything, but his gaze never left the hem of her skirt.

"..."

Ophelia's cheeks gradually turned crimson.

She seemed to realize what the man wanted to do—before going in, he wanted her to lift her skirt here and let him "appreciate" her one more time.

"...Don't do this," Ophelia said, taking a few steps back.

"If someone finds out, they'll think I'm weird."

"..."

The man still didn't say anything, but just silently looked at the magus before him.

Ophelia knew there was no way to avoid it.

Her hand slowly moved towards the spot where the man's gaze was focused.

With a rustling sound—

The magus, her back to the crowd, closed her eyes, turned her face away, and then, incredibly embarrassed, lifted the front of her skirt, revealing the garden that had just been entered.

This was a situation where they could very easily be discovered.

But what she heard amidst her unease was...

"Pfft."

He was laughing?

Ophelia opened her eyes and saw that Ian was indeed laughing.

Instantly, her face flushed red with shame, and she lowered her skirt.

"What... what are you laughing at?!" she demanded, her voice trembling.

"Nothing," Ian said, looking at the spot that had just been exposed to him and was now covered up.

"I just didn't expect you to actually lift it up on your own."

"What do you mean 'lift it up on my own'!" Ophelia said, her voice a bit agitated. "Isn't it because you wanted to see that I did it?"

"Hmm?" Ian raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"My dear Ophelia-san, think again, is that really how it was?"

"..."

Ophelia carefully recalled the situation and suddenly realized a terrifying fact.

Wait!

He hadn't said anything, he had just been looking at her skirt.

Why had she thought of so many things for no reason?

And—

She had actually willingly shown him, even hoping to receive praise.

When had she become like this...?

"It seems Ophelia-san has reached a very interesting state," Ian said, looking at the magus before him with amusement.

"Then—"

"This Sunday, let's try doing something even more interesting outside the room."

"Now, we need to have a proper meeting."

"See you then."

After saying these words, Ian walked past Ophelia.

And the magus turned her head, looking at the man's figure as he merged into the crowd, a strange feeling stirring within her.

Outside the room this time?

Could it be that they're going to do it outside...?

No!

Why was she getting her hopes up again?!

This guy was terrifying!

Ophelia shook her head, feeling a bit uneasy, and followed him back into the crowd.

Although there were only 49 Master candidates from Groups A and B combined, the people who actually entered the conference hall also included staff members from various departments of Chaldea.

Olga Marie wasn't just trying to reassure the Master candidates.

She also hoped that the Chaldea staff wouldn't have to worry about this incident anymore.

So—

There were probably close to two hundred people in the conference hall in the end.

Ian could feel that this would be a very important meeting.

But as soon as he entered, he heard a familiar voice. "Senpai!"

Ian followed the sound and saw Mashu standing not far away, waving at him.

The man smiled calmly, nodded at her to show that he had seen her.

The pink-haired girl immediately squeezed through the crowd entering the hall towards him.

"Senpai~ I finally found you," she said, her voice cheerful.

"Yeah, but why are you alone?" Ian asked, looking around.

"Ritsuka-san and Mordred are in the front!" Mashu pointed to the front of the conference hall.

"I was worried Senpai wouldn't be able to find your way, so I waited for you here."

"Oh... as expected of Mashu," Ian said, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "You're so thoughtful about even this kind of thing."

"Hmm~" Mashu's face turned red, and she seemed to enjoy the feeling of Ian touching her head.

"Senpai, then let's go back to the front now!" she suggested eagerly.

"Ritsuka-san and Mordred must have been waiting for a long time!"

Saying this, the pink-haired girl wanted to lead Ian back.

But she didn't expect the man to grab her hand at this moment.

"No, Mashu."

"We're not sitting in the front row."

"Eh?" Mashu realized something.

"Then... where are we sitting?" she asked, her voice a bit hesitant.

"We're sitting where no one is," Ian said, gently patting the girl's cheek. "Do you think that's okay?"

Mashu lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"...Okay."

Chaldea's conference hall was quite large.

Even with so many people entering, Ian still managed to find a relatively secluded spot with Mashu.

It was a corner in the upper left of the conference hall, where they could see the front but there weren't many people sitting.

The man and the girl went there.

The meeting started just at that moment.

Olga Marie walked to the podium at the front, holding a stack of papers.

It had to be said.

Although her actual age was very young, she exuded an aura of someone much older.

Ian couldn't help but wonder how she had become like this.

"Hello, hello, can everyone hear me?"

After the standard microphone test was completed, Olga Marie went straight to the point, starting to introduce the details of the helicopter incident to the people present.

It was clear that she really wanted everyone in Chaldea to fully understand this incident.

But for Ian, this wasn't very meaningful.

Because compared to this official explanation, he had almost experienced the entire incident firsthand.

What could be said and what couldn't be said.

He knew it all.

And Ian had also privately asked Olga Marie not to reveal his name.

She had indeed done this—Akuta Hinako-san's reaction proved that his name hadn't spread along with the incident.

This was the garbage time of the meeting, but it was something that had to be endured.

But just at this moment, Mashu's voice came over.

"Senpai, can I ask you a question?"

Similar to Ian's situation, Mashu was also very familiar with the whole incident—this was also her garbage time.

"Of course you can."

Ian took Mashu's hand, his gaze gentle.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just..."

Mashu used her other hand to take out her phone from her clothes—the screen was still lit up with the photo of her near the double gardens where Ian had written several characters on her.

"Those messages from today, Senpai didn't send them yourself, did you?" she asked, her voice soft and slightly hesitant.

"..." Ian was silent for a moment.

"You knew?" he asked finally.

"Mm," Mashu nodded a little sadly. "Because Senpai would definitely not talk like that... so I noticed it right away."

"Then since that's the case—" Ian looked at Mashu, his expression thoughtful.

"Why did you still do it?"

"Because..." Mashu's throat moved slightly. "Even if it wasn't Senpai who sent the messages."

"But since Senpai's account was used, it means Senpai definitely agreed, right?"

"So... I still comforted myself according to Senpai's request," she said, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"However—" Mashu looked at Ian cautiously, her lavender eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"I want to know where Senpai was at that time..."

"But if Senpai doesn't think it's necessary to tell me, you don't have to!" she quickly added, her tone worried.

Mashu was very careful with her attitude, looking as if she was worried that saying something wrong would make Ian dislike her.

The man couldn't help but feel a bit touched.

"Then Mashu, do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?" Ian asked softly.

"Either is fine," Mashu lowered her head. "Senpai can say whichever you want... I will believe it."

"But if possible, I hope to hear the truth."

"I was with Ophelia-san," Ian said directly, stating the fact.

"Eh?!"

Mashu's eyes widened, and it was clear that she was very surprised.

But she didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, okay... I understand," she said softly, nodding slightly.

Of course, Ian knew what Mashu was thinking.

He continued, "Because I had an idea about you, and I wanted to ask her about it."

"An idea about me?" Mashu was even more surprised this time.

"Mm," Ian nodded. "I was thinking about whether it's possible for you to learn some simple magic."

"That way, you won't have to feel like you're not worthy of the title of Master candidate."

Ian did indeed have such an idea.

But unfortunately, he was interrupted by Olga Marie's announcement before he could say it.

In the end, all he got was that "contraception magic."

"Senpai..." Mashu's eyes became a little moist.

"I'm sorry, I'm just too useless," she whispered, her voice filled with self-reproach.

"No," Ian shook his head gently.

"For other people, Mashu might indeed be a little inconspicuous."

"But for me—" The man's fingers gently caressed Mashu's lips.

"Mashu is a very important 'tool'."

"Including right now."

Everything was unspoken in the implication.

Mashu gently took Ian's finger into her mouth.

It was a sign of willingness to provide service as a "tool."

Compared to Ophelia's somewhat resistant demeanor, Mashu's performance was much more compliant—even somewhat proactive.

Although this was a place where they could be discovered by others at any time, she still knelt in front of the chair and shyly licked the spot where the other party wanted her to serve.

The girl's tongue slid smoothly at the base of the man's being, making soft smacking sounds.

However, this sound was drowned out by Olga Marie's report.

No one would know that she was being used as a "tool" right now.

Ian also noticed the girl's progress—she no longer resisted the insertion and withdrawal in her mouth as much as before.

This was a more comfortable experience.

The man caressed the head buried between his legs, gradually pressing it down.

Mashu's forehead touched Ian's lower abdomen, her delicate throat pressed hard against the large foreign object.

Glug glug, a hearty gulp.

Ian slowly released his hand.

And Mashu gasped for air—this was probably the first time she had taken so much in, and in such a public environment.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Ian asked softly, his gaze concerned.

"Not at all," Mashu swallowed something.

"I just feel like... there seems to be a bit of a different taste on Senpai's side."

"Senpai, did you add something?" she asked innocently.

"Cough cough," Ian coughed a few times. "Illusion, all illusion."

"Mashu, don't think too much."

"Mm... I understand," Mashu said, looking at the still-erect pillar, her face flushing.

"Senpai, then I'll start cleaning now," she whispered, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Mm, please do," Ian replied, his hand gently resting on her head.

Time slowly passed in Mashu's service, and Olga Marie on the stage finally finished introducing the details of the incident, entering the stage of presenting evidence and announcing the final investigation results.

Ian's hand rested on Mashu's head, but his attention was focused on the direction where the young Director was.

He hadn't participated in the subsequent investigation, so he knew nothing about the actual progress.

However—

Since Olga Marie had gathered all the Master candidates.

Ian felt that her investigation must have yielded some results.

However—

The words he heard next completely exceeded the man's expectations.

Olga Marie gripped the thick investigation report in her hand and spoke to the people who had come to the conference hall with an extremely serious tone.

"According to the investigation by Professor Lev and myself, this incident has ultimately been classified as a targeted attack by an external organization."

"It is unrelated to personnel within Chaldea."

"Therefore, effective immediately, the Master Candidate Surveillance Program is terminated."

"Furthermore—"

"Please all Master candidates prepare yourselves."

"Your first mission in Chaldea is about to begin!"