A Fate That Cannot Be Changed

"Mira?"

"Um?"

"I didn't know you could peel an apple?"

Eleven sat on the hospital bed, watching in astonishment as Mira deftly peeled an apple, her knife moving deftly up and down, leaving the peel thin, long, and perfectly intact. He found it all quite incredible.

This scene reminded Eleven of his childhood, Erza and Cana used their greatswords to slice apples for him and Laxus. He hadn't expected that in certain small details, the usually roguish Mira was the most feminine of them all.

"Hmph! Do you think I'm Erza, that gorilla who uses brute force for everything?"

Mira rolled her eyes and shoved the peeled apple directly into Eleven's mouth to shut him up.

"Mmm, so sweet." Eleven hugged the apple with both hands, said nothing more, and obediently began to nibble on it.

These days, Mira comes to take care of Eleven whenever she has a spare moment. She often brings Eleven some delicious treats and snacks that she made herself, and then quietly watches Eleven finish eating them.

Almost half a month has passed since Eleven narrowly escaped death. Although the injury to his soul has improved somewhat, it hasn't recovered much. He's still in that adorable, clueless state, doing everything slowly and methodically, and he's very obedient.

For example, right now, Eleven is holding a big apple in both hands, taking small bites, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster. This adorable sight almost made Mira lose her composure and drool.

Oh my god, I really want to take this Eleven home as a pet, what should I do?

Strange ideas flooded her mind like a spring, each one looking incredibly tempting. Mira almost acted on them, but thankfully, her last bit of reason brought her back to her senses. She quickly wiped away nonexistent drool and awkwardly changed the subject to distract herself.

"Um... Eleven, the guild leader has agreed to let me take the Beast King quest." Mira's cheeks were flushed as she spoke, turning her head to the side. She didn't even dare to look at Eleven again, afraid that she wouldn't be able to suppress the little devil inside her.

However, Eleven ignored Mira and continued eating his apple. It took him a while to realize what was happening and look at Mira with some surprise.

"Huh? The old man agreed so quickly?"

"Hehe, I threatened that old man that if he didn't agree, I would smash all his treasured wines, and then he immediately agreed!" Mira revealed her signature devilish smile.

"Hmm, is that so?" Eleven hesitated for two seconds before slowly nodding.

Although it seemed that Makarov only agreed under Mira's threat, Eleven knew that the old man was always very cautious when assigning tasks, and he would never issue tasks that exceeded the danger level. Since the old man was willing to give this task to Mira, it proved that the old man recognized Mira's strength and believed that Mira had the potential to defeat the Beast King.

However, for some reason, Eleven felt extremely stifled. The thought of Mira going to do this mission made him panic, and this feeling persisted even though his soul was injured.

This feeling was an inexplicable sixth sense. In fact, Eleven himself didn't think that the mere Beast King could pose any threat to Mira. At worst, he just couldn't beat her. Mira's escape skills were quite good, so it was impossible for her to encounter any fatal threats.

But...

What exactly is causing this person's irritability?

"Mira, I, I... I still... I still don't recommend you go..." Eleven's tone was a little impatient, and his temporary mental lapse made him stutter.

"Why? The president already agreed!" Mira pouted, somewhat displeased.

Eleven looked worried, and upon hearing this, his face flushed red with anxiety. He stammered, "Um... um, could you wait... wait for me to go together? I'll be fine soon! But, is that alright?"

"Eleven, would you like to come with me?" Mira asked with a tilted head and a smile.

"No, I don't want to!" After hesitating for two seconds, Eleven shook his head decisively.

"But, but I'm afraid you might encounter... danger. I have a bad feeling."

Seeing Eleven shake his head so decisively, Mira almost dropped the fruit knife in her hand, but Eleven's next words softened her expression a bit.

Seeing Eleven's face flushed red from trying so hard to persuade her, Mira suddenly smiled sweetly. She raised her hand and boldly touched Eleven's cheek, softly saying, "Thank you, Eleven."

"But... who do you think I am?"

Buzz!!

A burst of purplish-black magic erupted from Mira's body. The Satan Soul instantly accepted it, and Mira transformed into Demon in the blink of an eye.

Eleven had no time to react. One second he was enjoying the caress of Mira's soft fingers, and the next second, a sharp claw forcefully lifted his chin.

The demonized Mira instantly closed the distance between herself and Eleven, almost pressing her entire body against him. She lifted Eleven's chin with one finger and gave him a wicked, condescending smile.

"I am Fairy Tail's 'Mirajane the Demon'! Eleven, don't underestimate me!"

After saying that, Mira arrogantly blew a breath into Eleven's ear, causing Eleven to shiver instantly. He became as docile as a small animal, and even let out a soft, unintelligible hum from his nose.

Mira dared to bully Eleven while Eleven was in a bit of a daze, forcibly experiencing what it was like to be a domineering Demon King —it was incredibly satisfying!!

Having had her fill of fun, Mira withdrew from her demon form and reluctantly jumped off Eleven's hospital bed. Looking at the still somewhat dazed Eleven, she chuckled.

"Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you. I'm not going alone; Elfman and Lisanna are with me! Even if something happens, they'll help. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Eleven stared blankly at the smiling Mira, finding her smile somewhat wicked. This girl had just flirted with me! She actually... Damn it, I didn't even react! I didn't even experience... no! I didn't even have time to retaliate!

Damn it, go ahead and do it again if you dare!

However, Mira didn't give Eleven a chance to retaliate. Seeing that Eleven was no longer speaking, she assumed that her persuasion had worked and left the room satisfied.

Mira had a very fruitful day, and she needed to hurry back to her room to review her lessons.

Eleven watched Mira's departing figure, opening his mouth but saying nothing. Mira had already put it so clearly; he didn't know what reason to use to persuade her further.

After agonizing for a long time, Eleven reluctantly slipped back into bed, raised his hand to touch the cheek that Mira had just touched, his mind a jumble of thoughts that he couldn't even process.

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