The Third Day of the Grand Magic Games

Riyao enjoyed his breakfast at the palace, skewering a piece of golden-brown bacon with his fork and crunching it loudly in his mouth.

He would occasionally fork up a piece of breakfast and offer it to Mirajane's mouth.

Mirajane opened her mouth to catch it, her cheeks puffing out.

Princess Hisui sat opposite, constantly yawning.

His mouth was wide open, tears were squeezing out from the corners of his eyes, he rubbed his eyes a couple of times with the back of his hand, his dark circles were even darker than yesterday, and there was a dark, bluish-black patch under his eyes.

Arcadios rubbed his forehead, his hand sliding from his forehead to his chin, wiping his entire face.

Really...

Last night, the princess kidnapped Mirajane, and they talked all night about things that had happened seven years ago. No wonder she was sleepy.

What happened to it being for better sleep?

Riyao glanced at Princess Hisui, twirled the fork between his fingers, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Oh dear, isn't this the incredibly clever Princess Hisui? Why is she yawning so much this morning?"

"Mind your own business!"

Princess Hisui retorted defiantly, raising her chin, but unfortunately, she yawned as soon as she finished speaking, and her momentum instantly crumbled.

Mirajane laughed heartily, her shoulders shaking, and she almost crushed the small bread in her hand.

Arcadios looked up at the sky, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, pretending he didn't exist.

Riyao would never let the culprit who left him alone in his empty room get away with it.

The fork pointed at the Princess Hisui and drew a circle in the air.

"The Celestial Spirit Mages ' constitutions are really weak. My Mira is much stronger; she can easily stay up all night."

Princess Hisui chewed on her pastry, her teeth grinding together with great effort, her cheeks puffing out as she chewed.

His eyes were fixed on Riyao, his gaze so intense it seemed he wanted to poke two holes in Riyao's face.

Riyao wasn't afraid at all and continued to tease her.

"With those dark circles under her eyes, she should probably change her name to 'Coal Princess' someday."

Princess Hisui pouted, her lips trembled slightly, and she looked at Mirajane with teary eyes, her eyes instantly filling with tears.

"Mira, look at him! You... you're laughing at me too!"

Mirajane quickly suppressed her laughter, pressing her lips tightly together and twitching her cheeks twice, managing to smooth out the corners of her mouth.

She stood up, walked over, patted Princess Hisui on the back, and gently tapped her shoulder blades twice.

"Oh dear, I don't usually laugh, I just couldn't hold it in. I'll have Riyao heal me later."

"Is staying up late considered a disease?"

"No, but Riyao's Healing Magic has developed an application that can relieve fatigue and eliminate dark circles."

Mirajane recommended Riyao's Healing Magic to Princess Hisui, her tone tinged with a hint of smugness, her eyebrows slightly raised.

She turned her head and winked at Riyao.

"Darling, cast a Healing Magic on Hisui."

"Don't want!"

Riyao crossed his arms over his chest, turned his head to the side, and stuck his chin up high.

"You actually took me away last night, leaving me all alone in this empty room."

Mirajane went back to calm the agitated Riyao.

She bent down, leaned close to Riyao's ear, and her lips moved as if she were saying something.

Riyao's ears turned red.

After finally calming him down, Riyao snorted and tossed a green ball of light at him.

The ball of light traced an arc in the air and precisely entered Princess Hisui's body.

Princess Hisui felt an inexhaustible surge of energy coursing through her body, a warm current coursing through her limbs and bones.

She picked up a mirror and looked at herself, turning left and right, her face in the mirror coming closer and then pulling away.

My dark circles have definitely disappeared, and my skin even looks a shade lighter.

"I feel like I could run three laps around the city right now."

"Then you go ahead and run. Mira and I are going to the arena."

Riyao stood up, took Mirajane's hand, and slipped his fingers between hers.

"Oh, right! I have a 1v1 match this afternoon, can you arrange it?"

Riyao rubbed his hands together, a sly smile on his face, the sound of his palms rustling as he did so.

"We'll have to ask His Majesty's opinion on that. Yesterday, he arranged for your team's Laxus to face Raven Tail's Alexei."

Arcadios shook his head, his beard swaying from side to side.

"I see. Alright then. It's time to let Laxus go on stage and have some fun, otherwise he'll be itching to get back to work."

Riyao smiled nonchalantly and shrugged.

He took Mirajane's hand, and the two waved goodbye as they walked out of the palace.

His silhouette stretched longer and longer down the corridor, his footsteps gradually fading at the end of the long passage.

When they arrived at the arena, the stands were already full, a sea of black people, and the noise was deafening.

Riyao scanned the area and immediately spotted Mest, who suffers from dissociative identity disorder.

He was staring intently at Wendy, a strange smile playing on his lips.

Riyao flicked his finger and shot a bolt of lightning past.

With a crackling sound, the electric current struck Mest precisely on the back of the head, making his hair stand on end and his clothes steam.

Mest whirled around, her neck snapping with a crack, and saw it was Riyao. The next second, she teleported over.

"Riyao, do you know what crime it is to attack Magic Council official?"

"Have no idea."

Riyao glanced at him, his eyelids half-closed, his tone languid.

"All I know is that there's some pervert who keeps staring at the little girl in our guild with a lewd smile. I'll go talk to Lahar later."

Mest wanted to explain further; she opened her mouth and raised her finger, but before she could utter a word.

"Get out of here, you pervert, don't come to our participating guild's stands."

Riyao waved his hand dismissively, waving his palm twice in the air.

All the members glared at him, and the whole row turned their heads away in unison.

Mest fled in panic, her steps faltering, nearly tripping over the steps before she regained her balance.

Seeing this, Lahar shook his head, sighed, and pushed up his glasses with his fingers.

On the commentary stage, another guest has appeared.

Lahar sat on the right, smiling innocently with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. He was completely different from his cold demeanor when he was arresting people. He seemed much more relaxed, leaning back in his chair.

The narrator Chapati, enthusiastically introduced the wig to the audience, which shimmered in the sunlight.

"We are honored to have with us Mr. Lahar from the Magic Council's compulsory Custody Enforcement Unit! Let us welcome him with a warm round of applause!"

Lahar promptly took over the conversation, leaning forward slightly and getting closer to the microphone.

"I'm also very happy to be a guest at this competition, and I hope there won't be any fouls or illegal behavior."

As he spoke, his gaze swept intentionally or unintentionally across the Fairy Tail stands.

The theme for today's competition was then announced, "The Pandemonium".

Each team began discussing their participants, and the sounds of discussion rose and fell.

Riyao raised his hand high, his arm outstretched straight.

"Me! Me! Let me go play!"

Gajeel also raised his hand, and the iron nails on his arm stood up as well.

I will avenge this humiliation!

Cana secretly sipped her drink, hiding the bottle behind her back. She would take a swig when no one was looking, completely uninterested in it, not even lifting her eyelids.

Mirajane is also eager to try, as he didn't have a very satisfying game yesterday.

Laxus remained aloof, arms crossed, leaning against the railing, showing no interest in vying for the opportunity, his expression completely unchanged.

Mirajane hugged Riyao affectionately, wrapping her arms around his and pressing her body against him, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Let me go! Look, Erza is participating."

What could Riyao do but agree?

As for Gajeel's opinion? It's not important.

Gajeel's raised hand froze in mid-air, and his lips twitched twice.

Mirajane kissed Riyao, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek, then flipped and jumped off the stands with clean, swift movements, landing silently.

Fairy Tail Elite Team dispatches Mirajane!

Fairy Tail sends Erza!

The Blue Pegasus Shooting Heroes!

Sabertooth sends out Orga!

Quatro Cerberus dispatched Nobarly!

Raven Tail sends Obra!

Mermaid Heel sends out Millianna!

Lamia Scale sends out Jura!

In the stands, Riyao whistled, twirled his finger to his lips, then leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and dangled his ankles over his knees.