Chaldea's Transgression Justified / The Director's Daily Relaxation Request / The Breakthrough (4k)

"..."

"..."

Olga Marie's words caused a deathly silence to fall over the scene.

However, Olga Marie was not surprised at all.

After all, the image she had cultivated in Chaldea for a long time was completely unlike someone who would say they were stepping down.

No one had expected her to announce such a thing at this time.

But—

All of that was in the past.

The current Olga Marie clearly knew that she was not someone who could carry Chaldea forward.

So even if she were opposed or questioned, she had to implement this.

For this, she was willing to pay any price.

However.

Just as Olga Marie mustered her courage, preparing to emphasize her words once more, Doctor Roman nodded thoughtfully at this moment.

"I see, I understand," he said, his expression thoughtful.

"Director, I support your decision," he added, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Eh?" Olga Marie was a little surprised—she felt like she had been overthinking things a bit.

After Doctor Roman started, more responses came.

"I support it too~" Da Vinci replied with a smile. "If someone with such ideas becomes the Director, they'll definitely be able to bring good changes to the current Chaldea, right?" she said, her eyes twinkling with optimism.

"Definitely!" Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her hands together, looking very excited.

"If Ian becomes the Director of Chaldea... hehe, it feels like it'll be very interesting," she said, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hmm..." Mashu glanced at Olga Marie's expression—after confirming that the other woman wasn't angry, she carefully followed suit.

"If it's Senpai, he should... be able to perform very well," she said softly, her voice filled with hope.

"Wow wow wow~ Papa... Master is going to become the Director!" Mordred exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

There was no opposition, not even a sound of questioning.

Olga Marie's heart was filled with mixed emotions for a moment.

After all, the more popular Ian was, the more it indicated that her previous work had been a failure, in a way.

Just as Olga Marie was secretly feeling down about this, Ian spoke up at this moment:

"Everyone, please excuse me for a moment," he said, his voice polite.

"There are some things I'd like to discuss with the Director," he added, looking at Olga Marie.

Having said these words, Ian took Olga Marie's hand and led her away from everyone's sight.

After a short jog, the two arrived at a certain room.

To be precise, it was Olga Marie's office—which was also the place where the previous Director had committed suicide.

The door closed.

Only Ian and Olga Marie remained in the office.

This scene felt familiar, but the identities of the two had undergone a certain kind of transformation at this moment.

"Ian... what's wrong? Why did you bring me here?" Olga Marie asked, looking at the office, which had become somewhat dim due to insufficient power supply, her expression puzzled.

"It's nothing," the man's breathing came from behind Olga Marie.

"I just feel like the Director might have some misunderstandings about me," he said, his voice low.

"Misunderstandings?!" Olga Marie had just wanted to turn around and ask what this was all about.

The next moment, she was suddenly tackled onto the desk from behind by Ian.

The lights flickered.

This scene looked as if Olga Marie, returning late at night, had encountered a sudden attack on the way.

"Ian! What are you doing?!" Olga Marie, pinned to the desk, instinctively panicked.

Her magical aptitude was already extremely poor, and her physical fitness was even worse.

After being pinned down on the desk like this, she had no ability to resist at all.

Facing Olga Marie's question, Ian didn't say anything.

He just continued to maintain this posture, constantly exerting his own masculine pressure.

Olga Marie became a little flustered.

"Ian! What exactly do you want to do?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's nothing," the man replied, releasing her at this moment and letting everything return to its original state.

"I just wanted to tell the Director... don't think of me as some kind of savior," he said, his gaze serious.

"I am a person with selfish desires, and if I really take this position, things like what just happened will occur frequently," he confessed, his eyes unwavering.

"And I will not feel ashamed about it, nor will I change my ways because of it," he declared, his voice firm.

"So—"

"I suggest you take back what you said earlier, Director," he advised, his gaze meeting hers.

"Eh?!" Olga Marie suddenly understood.

He didn't want to do anything strange, but rather wanted to refuse her appointment in this way.

"Ian..." Olga Marie turned around.

"You don't want to become the Director?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of disappointment.

"It's not that," Ian answered the question very honestly. "I just think it would be a bit too hasty if the Director decided to give me this position just because of what I said," he explained, his expression sincere.

"I'm not a good person, and I have no experience in handling this kind of thing," he admitted, his gaze thoughtful.

"I am very grateful for your trust in me, but this is definitely not the best choice right now," he stated, his voice firm.

"Director, you don't want Chaldea to really come to a standstill, do you?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"..."

Olga Marie was silent for a while, then spoke again.

"Ian, do you really think I made this decision on a whim?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of challenge.

"Yeah," Ian didn't intend to hide his thoughts.

"Isn't that the case?" he asked, his gaze direct.

"Of course not!" Olga Marie placed her hands on her hips, looking at the man before her with a serious expression.

"I'm serious!" she declared, her eyes filled with determination.

"I really want you to be the Director!" Olga Marie insisted, her voice firm.

Olga Marie wasn't lying.

Although she was very unwilling and felt a bit lost,

But the current her was no longer the girl who had always been fixated on "Chaldea must be inherited by me, otherwise I would be letting Father down."

Because she was mediocre, she had to understand better how to give up opportunities.

Because she was ordinary, she had to pay more attention to those who were extraordinary.

A mediocre person certainly couldn't accomplish everything.

But—

A mediocre person could help others accomplish things!

This was Olga Marie's reconciliation with herself.

And Ian was the person who met these requirements.

"You say you don't have enough experience, that's not a problem!" Olga Marie patted her chest confidently.

"Isn't there still me?" she asked, a determined look in her eyes.

"Although I can't accomplish things, I do have a lot of experience with failure," she admitted, a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

"I... will help you summarize the lessons learned!" she declared, her voice filled with resolve.

"So—"

"You absolutely must take on the position of Director, Chaldea needs you!" she insisted, her gaze unwavering.

"..."

Ian didn't answer immediately.

However, seeing his reaction, Olga Marie knew she was just one step away.

She hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"Regarding the kind of thing you mentioned earlier... I think if you become the Director, it might not be a bad idea," she said, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"After all, the pressure of this position is indeed very high," she added, her gaze softening.

"And—" Olga Marie tiptoed and whispered a few words into the man's ear.

And Ian's expression gradually changed from initial hesitation to confusion, and finally only surprise remained.

"You said you're willing to provide me with necessary relaxation services in your capacity as secretary?" Ian asked, his voice incredulous.

"Don't say it so loudly!" Olga Marie said, her face flushed red.

"If someone like you wrote a novel, you'd definitely attract the censors on the spot, wouldn't you?" she retorted, her voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Don't you understand what it means to enjoy things secretly?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with exasperation.

"..."

Ian's expression looked somewhat complicated for a moment.

"Director, do you know what kind of promise you're making to me?" he asked, his voice serious.

"Of course, I know!" Olga Marie crossed her arms and turned her face away.

"But that's indeed an acceptable request!" she insisted, her cheeks still flushed.

"Compared to you doing something inappropriate one day due to excessive pressure... it's better to let you be open about it and get used to this kind of thing early on," she reasoned, her gaze still averted.

"However—" Olga Marie's voice became a little softer.

"You... don't dislike me then, after all, I don't have any experience in this area," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"..."

Things had been said to this point.

Ian knew that if he didn't accept, Olga Marie would probably break down again.

"Director, I understand," he said softly, his gaze gentle.

"From now on, I will share this responsibility with you," he promised, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Mmm~" Olga Marie smiled happily.

This was the first time she had shown such an expression in the three years since her father's death.

However, things didn't develop in an overly strange direction.

Although Olga Marie admitted that Ian's transgressions in Chaldea were permitted by her, the man had no intention of actually pursuing that path.

Ultimately, it was because he was very clear about Chaldea's situation.

This was not the time for enjoyment.

He had to sort out all the problems as soon as possible and find corresponding solutions one by one.

First was the issue of Chaldea's repairs.

The impact of Lev's explosion was truly enormous.

A considerable number of areas had suffered devastating damage.

Regarding this.

The man had Mashu and Mordred, who possessed better physical abilities, assist with the cleanup work in the affected areas,

While on the other hand, he entrusted Da Vinci to use her Noble Phantasm, "All-Knowing and All-Powerful," to carry out large-scale repairs, and the magical energy consumed in this process was provided by the Holy Grail brought back from Singularity F.

Next was the issue of Chaldea's living conditions.

Ian had Fujimaru Ritsuka and Doctor Roman take charge of counting the existing reserves of food, fresh water, and other materials, and also inspect Chaldea's basic living facilities.

In the current state of the Incineration of Humanity, the outside world could no longer provide any assistance to Chaldea.

They had to carefully plan the use of these consumables.

Fortunately and somewhat ironically:

Although the explosion did destroy some of Chaldea's stored food, the remaining amount had become relatively abundant due to the large reduction in staff.

Calculated according to normal consumption, these materials could last for more than two years without spoiling.

At the same time, because Chaldea was located in Antarctica and had the assistance of many mage associations,

The basic living facilities were not only manufactured to military-grade standards but were also protected by powerful magecraft.

Therefore, they had suffered almost no damage.

However—

Although basic living conditions were not greatly affected, Ian had no intention of feeling fortunate at all.

Because Da Vinci had clearly stated that relying solely on the magical energy of the Holy Grail from Singularity F would absolutely not be enough to fully repair Chaldea.

Moreover, the food would decrease with every bite.

If a way to break the deadlock wasn't found, Chaldea's destruction was only a matter of time.

Driven by the situation, the man plunged into Chaldea's data storage room, hoping to find an answer.

In this situation, Olga Marie truly became his secretary, constantly answering his questions.

Everything Ian did was seen by her.

She could feel the immense pressure he was under.

And these—

Were things that she should have been responsible for.

No.

She had to find a way to help him relieve the stress.

"Doctor Roman, if someone is under a lot of pressure, what should I do to help them relieve it?" Olga Marie asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Do something they like," Doctor Roman replied with a gentle smile.

Something they like?

Olga Marie had an idea.

Another busy day passed, and Ian looked at the documents before him, his expression already showing signs of nausea.

To be honest, the thing he hated most was this kind of long, descriptive text.

It was boring and tasteless.

And it took a lot of time to figure out.

But there was no choice.

He had to read it even if he didn't understand it, and he had to figure it out even if he couldn't.

He was racing against visible time.

This was a competition with only one chance—once he failed, he would be doomed forever.

Ian rubbed his eyes, preparing to continue the arduous task.

However, at this moment, Olga Marie, who was beside him, suddenly asked a rather strange question.

"Ian, would something like a massage make you happy?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Huh?" Ian didn't understand what Olga Marie was asking for a moment.

However, out of respect for the fact that she had been accompanying him to read the documents for the past few days, he still answered the question.

"Isn't that obvious?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Massage is extremely useful for relaxing muscles and bones, isn't it?" he pointed out, his gaze questioning.

"I see... I understand," Olga Marie took a deep breath, as if she had made an important decision.

She snatched the documents from Ian's hand and placed them on the bookshelf beside him.

"Ian... sit down on that sofa over there," she instructed gently, pointing to a nearby couch.

"..."

Ian vaguely sensed something.

Sure enough.

Just as he sat down, Olga Marie directly came behind Ian like a servant.

She rolled up the sleeves of her clothes, then folded them neatly, looking as if it were the most natural thing to do.

"I'm going to start," she announced softly, her hands hovering over his shoulders.

"..."

Ian didn't say anything more, but let her do as she pleased.

And Olga Marie also felt very shy, not knowing what to say for a moment.

This was the first time she had served a man like a servant—this was an unimaginable thing for her as a young lady.

However, the former Director did not hesitate.

She first followed her memory, gently kneading the slightly stiff muscles with her hands for a while, and then clenched her fists, using a little strength to gently pound the man.

Her movements were very clumsy, but she was very serious.

Her usually well-maintained hands rose and fell on the man's shoulders, leaving behind traces of nascent affection.

After a long while.

Huff huff.

Olga Marie had used all her skills to massage Ian—she was truly doing her best.

However, although it was a scene of achievement, she instead looked a bit guilty.

"Ian... I'm sorry for making you bear the pressure that should have belonged to me," she said softly, her voice filled with regret.

"So—"

"Let me give you a little massage like this every day from now on... not just here, but other places too," she offered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"That way, it might be a little easier," she added, her gaze meeting his.

Ian knew.

This was actually also for Olga Marie to release her own pressure—the pressure of not being able to bear responsibility.

He reached out and grasped her hardworking hand.

"Hmm... then I'll leave it to you," he said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Time flowed by.

Half a month passed.

As if the gods were responding to everyone, a new possibility for breaking the deadlock was discovered.

"Singularities, more than one?!" Ian, as the Director, heard this report at a routine meeting.