Qing Strauss
The whole of Magnolia was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the festive spirit was everywhere.
The streets were lined with colorful ribbons and lanterns, and the air was filled with the aroma of grilled meat and sweet wine.
All sorts of merchants flocked to Magnolia from all corners of the Kingdom of Fiore to set up stalls, their cries of war adding to the lively atmosphere of the Harvest Festival.
Gray, Lucy, and Juvia walked down the street, marveling at the excitement of the Harvest Festival while also complaining about Laxus.
"That's what Laxus is like."
Gray put his hands behind his head.
Just then, a voice came from behind them.
He's still the same as always.
The three of them turned to look at each other.
Gray's eyes lit up, and a smile crept onto his lips.
"Warren! Long time no see!"
Warren grinned, raised his hand and waved at Gray, his forehead still damp with the light sweat from his journey.
"Luckily, I made it in time for the Harvest Festival; I almost didn't make it back. My legs are about to break from running."
Gray glanced at him sideways and retorted without holding back.
"Serves you right for taking on so many cases at once."
Warren rubbed his forehead, a bitter look on his face.
"I saw Riyao take on so many jobs at once, and I got a sudden urge to try it myself. I almost worked myself to death on the way. Just what kind of monster is Riyao?"
Lucy stood with her hands on her hips, both amused and exasperated.
"Wow, that's amazing! Does Riyao really take on so many commissions? He's usually either farming or eating sunflower seeds..."
Juvia stepped forward, bowed slightly, her short blue hair fluttering gently in the autumn breeze, and a shy smile on her face.
"Hello, I'm Juvia, the new guy. Nice to meet you."
Warren gave her a curious look.
I know you. Please guide me in the future.
Lucy suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" and clapped her hands sharply.
"Oh no! The Miss Fairy Tail Contest is about to begin!"
Without a word, she took off running towards the guild, her blonde hair flying behind her.
"I'm late! I'm late!"
A strong aura of resentment instantly emanated from Juvia, water swirled around her, and her eyes sharpened.
"I will not lose to Miss Lucy."
Gray sighed helplessly as he observed the starkly different reactions of the two men.
Did you all participate...?
The guild hall had been completely renovated, with colorful flags fluttering and a lively atmosphere.
The audience below the stage was packed so tightly that it was impossible to move, and the cheers of the men almost lifted the roof off.
Max stood on the stage as the host, wearing a sparkly suit and with his hair slicked back, picking up the microphone and shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Everyone! The long-awaited Miss Fairy Tail Contest is about to begin!"
The audience erupted in cheers and screams.
Max cleared his throat, deliberately drawing out his words.
"Next up, please welcome our number one guest! The exotic beauty with an otherworldly stomach! Cana Al!"
Cana walked out from the side of the stage, dressed warmly for the first time in a long time, with a long-sleeved coat covering her completely. She winked mysteriously at the audience.
Just as the audience was wondering, she flipped her wrist, and the card flew out from between her fingers, drawing an arc in the air.
Water splashed up with a "whoosh," and the long dress vanished in the light, instantly transforming into a cool swimsuit. Her wet, long brown hair clung to her shoulders, and the card spun back into her hand.
The men in the audience gasped in surprise, then erupted in deafening cheers.
Max wiped the sweat from his brow and continued shouting.
"Next up is our second guest! Though a newcomer, she possesses S-Class strength! The stunning beauty who's constantly dripping with rain! Juvia Roxsa!"
Juvia walked slowly onto the stage, her hands clasped in front of her, looking obedient and well-behaved. Her short blue hair made her look exceptionally pure, and she appeared slightly nervous with her cheeks flushed.
She took a deep breath, water surging around her, mist spreading as her dress turned into water droplets and scattered, revealing a light blue swimsuit. Water droplets slowly slid down her collarbone.
This stark contrast drew cheers from the audience; the shy girl from a moment ago had transformed into a captivatingly sexy figure.
Max got more and more excited as he shouted.
"Next up, please welcome our third guest! Her beauty has captivated the entire continent! Mirajane Strauss!"
Mirajane stood obediently in the center of the stage, her long silver hair shimmering softly under the lights, and her white dress made her look like an angel who had stepped out of a painting.
She tilted her head, gave a sweet smile, and with a light tap of her fingertip, activated the Transformation Magic.
That delicate face instantly transformed into Happy cat face, leaving the audience stunned for a moment.
Before they could even react, Gajeel's fierce, iron-faced expression reappeared, creating a stark contrast with Mirajane's gentle stance, resulting in an incredibly incongruous scene.
The audience below the stage fell into a deathly silence, as if struck by lightning.
Then erupted an even more frenzied burst of laughter and cheers; some people were slapping their thighs with laughter, while others were laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces.
"Next, please welcome our fourth guest! The Titania Erza Scarlett!"
Erza strode onto the stage, her long red hair billowing behind her, exuding an imposing aura.
A flash of white light, the Requip Magic activated, and the audience held their breath in anticipation.
As the light faded, Erza made a dazzling appearance in an exquisite gothic Lolita outfit.
Her black lace skirt billowed out, and she wore a small bow hair accessory. She lifted the skirt with both hands and gave a slight curtsy.
This was completely contrary to Erza's usual serious and dignified demeanor. The audience was stunned for half a second, followed by a burst of cheers, with some people even standing up in excitement.
"Next up is our guest number 5! A perfect blend of cuteness and intelligence! Levy Markugarden!"
Levy and hopped onto the stage, her blue twin tails swaying with her movements, and her eyes behind her round-framed glasses curved into crescents.
She used her Letter Magic, and the two large characters "cute" appeared in the air, transforming into petals and stars falling from the sky, adding a dreamy backdrop to herself, making her look like she was standing in a fairy tale world.
Among the audience, Jet and Troy were the most excited, waving their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Levy! Levy! Levy!" I almost lost my voice from shouting.
"Next up, please welcome guest number 6! The wild Western gunslinger! Bisca Mullan!"
Bisca strode onto the stage, dressed extremely boldly in a leather jacket, leather boots, and a short skirt, exuding a wild style.
With a blade of grass dangling from her lips, she casually tossed a few bottles into the air. As the bottles spun in the air, she drew a sniper rifle from her waist.
With a few sharp "bangs," the bottle exploded in mid-air, its fragments and contents bursting like fireworks under the lights.
The audience erupted in cheers at the performance, with Alzack being the most enthusiastic, standing up and clapping until his hands were red and his eyes were sparkling.
"Next up is our guest number 7! The guild's mascot, the representative of the girl next door! Lisanna Strauss!"
Lisanna ran onto the stage with a grin, her short white hair shimmering softly under the lights. She clasped her hands together, cast Transformation Magic, and a pink glow emanated from her body.
As the light faded, she had transformed into a fluffy bunny, her long pink ears twitching, her little nose twitching, and her head tilting towards the audience.
The audience below the stage were melted by the sight of the adorable Lisanna, and cheers rose in waves.
"Next up is our guest number 8! Her radiance is guided by the Celestial Spirit! Lucy Har..."
"I'll introduce myself!" Lucy jumped out quickly, interrupting Max before he could say his last name, and glared at him with her hands on her hips.
She changed into a vibrant Leila outfit, held a colorful pom-pom, and danced a lively Leila routine. Her blonde ponytail swayed with each jump, and she smiled brightly.
The audience clapped along to the beat, creating a lively atmosphere.
Max paused deliberately, flipping through the cards in his hand, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, and lowered his voice.
"Next up is our guest number 9! Her mysterious background is fascinating; she's said to be Mirajane's cousin! Qing Strauss!"
A figure slowly emerged from the side of the stage, dressed in a light blue cheongsam.
Her long, dark green hair flowed freely, cascading down like a waterfall, the ends curling and fluttering with tiny wisps of emerald light.
Golden pupils slowly swept across the entire arena, with a shimmering light seemingly flowing deep within their pupils, carrying a captivating allure.
A pair of winding dragon horns stood proudly from the sides of the forehead, their surfaces covered with fine patterns, and their tips gleaming with a faint green light.
The dark green dragon tail behind it swayed leisurely, its scales reflecting a faint blue light under the lamp.
He walked to the center of the stage, his steps as light as if he were walking on the wind.
He tilted his head slightly, revealing a half-smile to the audience below, the curve of his lips just right, both languid and flamboyant.
The audience was initially deathly silent, then erupted into a frenzy, with screams and whistles nearly shaking the hall to its core.
When Lucy, Gray, Natsu, and the others saw the familiar dragon horns, the familiar eye color, and the familiar tail, their eyes twitched in unison.
Gray's lips twitched, and he muttered under his breath, "That guy's here again..."
Lucy's temples throbbed with veins, and she gritted her teeth.
"I knew he wouldn't miss the chance to wear women's clothing... What did he stuff inside?"
Natsu and Happy slammed their fists on the table and burst into laughter, almost laughing themselves to death.