Want a Feast?

Natsu finally managed to reach us by feeling around with his nose, his steps unsteady.

"Wow! You guys just left me all alone! That's so unfair!"

He stormed into the manor hall, glaring at everyone with displeasure, looking just like a loyal dog abandoned by its owner on the roadside, utterly aggrieved.

Want to have a big meal?

Riyao sat at the dining table, holding a golden-brown roasted chicken leg, which was still steaming hot.

He glanced at Natsu casually, his tone as nonchalant as if he were asking about the weather.

"Eat!"

Natsu's answer was crisp and decisive, without a moment's hesitation; his previous grievances and accusations vanished instantly.

He switched from "angry mode" to "eating mode" as if a switch had been flipped, his eyes now only fixed on the pile of food on the table.

Riyao appeased Natsu with just one sentence, then casually pushed the shrimp in front of him toward him, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Natsu is really easy to please.

Seeing how easily Natsu was coaxed, Lucy was speechless. Her fork paused in mid-air for a moment, then she shook her head helplessly.

Hisui Estate is located on a hilltop with sea views.

The manor is small but exquisite. Several coconut trees are planted in the yard, and the sea breeze blows from the distant sea. The sunset paints the sea surface with an orange-red hue, sparkling like a layer of scattered gold.

Hisui specially arranged for the chef to prepare a sumptuous seafood feast, with the long table laden with grilled lobster, steamed crab, fried squid rings, seafood risotto, and creamy clam chowder.

There was also a large plate of steaming hot golden chicken drumsticks, the aroma filling the entire restaurant, making your mouth water just by looking at them.

Riyao and Mirajane fed each other. Riyao peeled a shrimp and put it to Mirajane's mouth, and Mirajane opened his mouth and bit it.

Then she forked a piece of crab meat and fed it to Riyao, Mirajane smiled broadly.

Whether the two of them were full or not, the people next to them felt like they were being stuffed full of dog food, each one more bloated than the last.

"Now I finally understand why Lisanna doesn't go on missions with either of them."

Lucy forked a shrimp and stuffed it into her mouth, trying to get rid of the dog food taste in her mouth.

"Every time I see them like this, I feel like I'm eating lemon-dressed shrimp, it's so sour it hurts my teeth."

Wendy sipped her clam chowder slowly, stole a glance at Riyao and Mirajane, then quickly lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and whispered to Carla.

"Brother Riyao and Sister Mira have a really good relationship."

"Ugh, so sickeningly sweet."

Carla stuffed the fish fillet into her mouth.

After everyone finished dinner, Lucy and Wendy chatted around Hisui. The three of them sat on the manor's terrace, the sea breeze gently blowing their hair, and the moonlight bathing them in a soft silver glow.

Lucy and Hisui, both Celestial Spirit Mages, got along extremely well.

The two chatted about everything from the details of the Celestial Spirit Pact to Virgo's quirks, from the Twelve Gates of the Zodiac to the rarity of the Silver Key.

They became more and more excited as they talked, their voices grew louder and louder, and bursts of laughter erupted from time to time.

Riyao sat on a bench not far away, watching them interact, and couldn't help but think of the Grand Magic Games and the Dragon King Festival seven years later.

Hey, when did Rogue travel back in time? When did Hisui start preparing for the Eclipse Gate? I only remember the gist of what happened after that; it's been too long, and I can't recall many of the details.

There shouldn't be any major problems. Just focus on the dragon that summons minions and don't give it a chance to release them. That way, no one will die, and we can show off a bit, hehe.

It's almost time. The Second Origin will be activated soon, allowing for a deeper level of mimicry. We'll see then which dragon, the Azure Dragon of the East or the Giant Dragon of the West, will prevail.

Just imagining the clash of dragon breaths and their all-out attack is enough to get anyone's blood pumping.

Thinking about how he would show off his skills in the future, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and the smile spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes. His whole person exuded an annoying "I am invincible" vibe.

Mirajane saw Riyao smile, turned her head to look at him, poked his cheek with her finger, and gently pulled the soft flesh outwards, wondering what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about? You're laughing so happily."

"Thinking about our future, it must be wonderful."

Riyao pulled Mirajane into his arms, rested his chin on her head, and blew on a tuft of hair on her forehead, causing the strands to flutter gently up and down.

He stared blankly at the swaying hair for a moment, then tightened his arms around Mirajane, holding her even closer.

Mirajane's fingers traced gentle circles on his chest, a tender smile curving her lips, her voice soft.

"Yes, definitely."

Gray lay comfortably on the lawn, gazing at the starry sky, his hands behind his head, a blade of grass dangling from his lips, and his legs crossed.

A cool sea breeze blew up from the hillside, making the grass stalks sway around his mouth.

Juvia moved slowly and carefully to Gray's side, gazing at the stars together. After a while, she finally got close to Gray.

She held her breath nervously, and only when she saw that Gray didn't dodge did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips.

Gray figured he'd moved it, but figured it'd just follow him anyway, so he'd just pretend it didn't exist.

"Lord Gray is Juvia's star."

Juvia muttered to himself.

Gray turned away awkwardly, his back to Juvia, his ears burning red, and a blade of grass fell from the corner of his mouth.

He pretended to turn over to look at the starry sky on the other side, but his shoulders were very tense.

Happy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, covering his mouth and clicking his tongue. He covered his mouth with his little paws, his tail held high, his eyes curved into crescents, and he had a mischievous grin on his face.

"They're having an affair~"

Gray jumped up, blushing and angry, his face turning red to the roots of his neck. He pointed at Happy with one finger and grabbed some grass from the ground with the other, throwing it at him.

"Happy! Shut up!"

Riyao and Mirajane also noticed the commotion. Riyao tilted his head and watched for a while, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

Was Juvia lustful at first sight?

"Speaking of lust at first sight, didn't someone also have lust at first sight for me?"

Mirajane lifted her head in his arms, resting her chin on his chest, looking at him with an expression that said, "I remember everything," her lips slightly upturned, a mischievous glint in her smile.

"Hey-hey..."

Riyao smiled like a cat that had just stolen some cream, hugging Mirajane even tighter and rubbing his chin against her head, not denying anything at all, and even a little smug.

"That's called love at first sight. How can that be the same as lust at first sight? Mine was an appreciation of beauty."

"Oh? So what exactly is it that you admire about beauty?"

Mirajane tilted his head, gently poked his chest with his finger, and spoke with a dangerously sweet tone.

"A pretty face! A slender figure!"

Riyao answered very quickly, almost as if he were answering before anyone else, with a serious expression on his face.

Mirajane gave a soft hum and didn't press the matter further. She simply buried her face in his chest, her lips curving into a deeper smile.

Mirajane glanced at Lucy, then looked at Natsu was fast asleep on the ground.

Natsu lay sprawled on the lawn, mouth agape, a trickle of drool at the corner of his lips, his stomach bulging from the delicious food, snoring loudly, occasionally smacking his lips as if he were still enjoying the meal in his dream.

"Natsu seems to have finally figured things out, he's been chasing after Lucy relentlessly."

"But they're both a bit slow, unlike me who's decisive, hmph."

As he spoke, Riyao deliberately puffed out his chest and raised his chin slightly, looking smug as if to say, "I'm an expert when it comes to pursuing people."

Natsu doesn't know what love is, Lucy doesn't realize that Natsu treats her especially specially; they're both really oblivious.

Mirajane nodded, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on the back of Riyao's hand, her gaze shifting between Natsu and Lucy, before she let out a soft sigh.

"However, some things can't be rushed; they'll understand eventually."

The two whispered gossip about their guildmates, teasing the various couples, from Natsu and Lucy to Gray and Juvia... Their voices grew softer and softer, but their smiles became increasingly sly, like two little spies exchanging secrets in a corner.

Erza had somehow appeared beside them. As she listened, her face flushed crimson, her body stiffened, and she stood frozen in place, her hands trembling uncontrollably. A blush spread from her neck to the tips of her ears, and even the collar of her armor couldn't hide the embarrassment on her face.

"Hey, Erza, what are you doing here? You're interrupting my time with Mira."

Riyao deliberately pulled Mirajane closer, turning his head to look at Erza with a teasing tone.

"Oh my god, I heard from Riyao that Erza also has someone she likes, and someone secretly admires you. Our Titania is really popular."

Mirajane peeked out from Riyao's embrace, smiling at Erza with a mischievous glint in her eyes, like an elegant cat slowly teasing its prey.

Erza's face turned bright red, she stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence, her lips opened and closed repeatedly, her hands clenched tightly together, her knuckles turning white.

Her voice was soft and hurried, as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth.

"I... didn't... it's not..."

Her gaze darted around, never daring to meet Riyao and Mirajane's eyes. Finally, she turned around and walked away quickly with stiff steps.

The fleeing figure was particularly conspicuous, the metal armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight, and the hurried, chaotic footsteps gradually faded into the distance.