Specks of sparks turned into fiery red butterflies and dissipated into the night. The aroma of grilled fish filled the air.
In front of the camping tent.
Roland lay on his side on the girl's soft, full thighs, comfortably closing his eyes as he inhaled a scent like white lilies.
So soft... it was the perfect pillow.
"Since the guild in this world is defined as a Dark Guild and is being hunted by Erza and her people, it won't be easy to find them under these circumstances, right?"
Mirajane gently stroked his hair. With her free hand, she brought an index finger to her lips, tilting her head slightly as she spoke.
After getting a general understanding of this world's situation, she couldn't help but feel a little more worried for the parallel world's guild.
"It's best to let nature take its course. If that doesn't work, we can find this world's version of Erza. As a Fairy Hunter, she should know their location."
Roland half-opened his eyes. As his gaze traveled, the girl's slender, fair, and alluring feet came into view.
Her snow-white skin showed faintly visible veins, and her perfectly shaped toes were gently toying with some dark purple weeds.
He wanted to grab them and play with them.
He acted on his impulse.
"—"
Feeling a warmth cover the tip of her foot, Mirajane's eyes slowly widened. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and she squirmed slightly, seeming unaccustomed to the sensation.
It's a little ticklish...
Feeling her slight movements, Roland gradually increased his grip.
"Wait—don't just touch me wherever you want!"
Mirajane's face grew redder, and her pearl-like toes curled instinctively as she quickly tried to stop him.
"Is Mirajane this sensitive...? I wasn't even using any force."
A slight smile played on Roland's lips, his hands not stopping their movements at all.
"Force...?"
Seeing the smile on his face, Mirajane suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Haha—stop, stop it, Roland... I can't breathe!"
The next second, his slightly sharp fingertips grazed the soft, tender sole of her foot. The ticklish and slightly numbing sensation made her arch her graceful body, and an irrepressible laugh escaped her lips.
Two minutes later.
Phew—I felt like I was about to die.
Mirajane had tear stains at the corners of her eyes. Her mouth was slightly agape as she panted, her pair of sky-blue eyes staring at him pitifully.
She looked so pitiful that it made one want to tease her a little more.
"Ahem... It's time to sleep. We have to look for the guild tomorrow morning."
Looking at Mirajane's adorable state, Roland cleared his throat, then picked her up and walked towards the tent.
"..."
Are we really just going to sleep?
Feeling his hand move down from her waist, Mirajane's face flushed slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, she too began to look forward to that.
But—
"I don't think I brought any protection... What if I get pregnant?"
"Then let's have it. I'm also looking forward to seeing what kind of child Mirajane and I would have."
Just as they entered the tent, hearing the girl's slightly conflicted voice beside his ear, Roland brushed aside the white strands of hair from her lips and spoke in a serious tone.
If it's a daughter, she'll probably be very cute!
"Having a child... isn't that a bit too soon..."
After a moment of silence, Mirajane unnaturally turned her face away and muttered under her breath.
As her body touched the fluffy carpet, Roland leisurely snapped his fingers. The shadows outside instantly twisted and stretched, and two shadow ninjas extinguished the burning campfire.
The entire tent was plunged into a darkness so complete you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Cupping Mirajane's chin, Roland kissed her without the slightest hesitation, savoring the girl's taste.
...
The next morning.
Faint footsteps sounded from outside the tent. The subtle noise was like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, startling the sleeping girl awake.
"Mmm..."
Opening her eyes, Mirajane covered her mouth and yawned. Glistening tears appeared at the corners of her eyes, and a few strands of silvery-white hair fell across her forehead.
Last night, the two of them had gotten a bit carried away, not going to sleep until around three or four in the morning.
She was fine—it was mainly Roland, who was only fourteen or fifteen. If he kept going on like this, his body would probably suffer, right?
"Next time, I definitely can't stay up playing with him so late."
Mirajane muttered to herself with a determined tone, then looked down at the pillow she was hugging tightly and blinked in a daze.
I remember falling asleep hugging him, how did he become a pillow when I woke up?
Putting on the pure black dress that was neatly placed beside her, Mirajane opened the tent flap and stepped out.
A warm, gentle breeze blew, slowly lifting her shoulder-length white hair and the hem of her wide skirt.
It also carried the appetizing aroma of toasted bread and fried meat patties.
Looking up, she saw Roland sitting cross-legged on a picnic blanket laid on the ground, admiring a waterfall that seemed to fall from the sky while drinking a cold cola.
Noticing the movement from the tent, he turned his head and greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Mirajane!"
"Mm, good morning~"
Mirajane responded with a sweet smile, walked over quickly, and sat down beside him.
While they were enjoying breakfast, Roland gently pinched his chin, slowly thinking about their next steps.
This world's guild location is always changing. Without any clues, it would be difficult for just the two of them to find Fairy Tail within three days.
The only remaining method—was to go to the Royal Capital and directly kidnap this world's Erza, forcing her to find them.
After all, professional matters require a professional.
Using a Fairy Hunter to find Fairy Tail couldn't be more fitting.
"After we finish eating, I'll head to the Royal Capital."
Having made up his mind, Roland turned his head and said.
"By Royal Capital, do you mean this world's Crocus?"
Mirajane swallowed the toast in her mouth, a few crumbs lingering at the corner of her lips, and asked thoughtfully.
Crocus—known as the Floral Capital, the capital of the Kingdom of Fiore.
"No, the cities in this parallel world are not the same as in mine."
Roland shook his head, then as if remembering something, a smile touched his lips. "By the way, Mystogan is a prince of that kingdom!"
"Mystogan... is a prince?"
Mirajane looked surprised.
"Then why would Mystogan—"
"ROAR!!"
As she was asking, a soul-shaking beastly roar suddenly came from overhead.
"Mirajane of the Fairies—heh, I've finally found you!"
Following the roar, a voice filled with killing intent descended from above.
Roland instinctively looked up. The first thing he saw was a giant, wyvern-like magical beast. As his gaze moved higher, he was stunned.
"Er..."
"Erza?"
Before he could finish, Mirajane beside him tentatively called out her name.
Does she see the two of us as prey?
Gazing at the crimson figure in the sky, a smile of great interest appeared on Roland's lips.
Prey?
Wrong. I'm obviously the hunter!
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