Heaven's Secrets Must Not Be Revealed

In the early summer of X782, the Parasol Trees outside the guild were lush with leaves, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering golden fragments across the ground.

After several years of testing and troubling several future S-Class Mages, Riyao finally figured out the pattern of the curse of fate, "Aha Moment".

The curse was triggered twice. The first time was when Cana was told that she would receive the Fairy Glitter in the future, to verify if it was true. Later, Makarov was asked to call Mest back to help erase the relevant memories, which triggered the second curse.

Riyao rested his head on Mirajane's lap, his hands on his stomach, his eyes half-closed, and his voice still carrying a hint of lingering grievance.

"Mira, it's so scary outside, sob sob."

Mirajane was pinching a pink hair tie between his fingers, tying his hair into a crooked little bun, his tone somewhat gloating.

"You've been hanging out with something unclean; you've had bad luck every day these past few days."

Although she no longer dresses like a delinquent girl, she still looks cool and stylish overall, and occasionally she wears skirts, influenced by the cross-dressing master Riyao.

Just as Riyao was about to turn her head towards Mirajane gently pressed the back of her head back, her cheek brushing against the hem of her skirt, making it tickle.

He turned back, grumbling and deliberately drawing out his words.

"Who knows? Maybe it's some girl who's unrequited love and is secretly cursing me every day."

His hair was already tied into seven or eight little buns, making him look both funny and cute.

He used to be able to pass for male or female with just a little makeup, but in the last two years he's grown increasingly handsome, his jawline so sharp it could crack a walnut. Now, if he wants to wear women's clothing, he can only do so through magic, which Mirajane always laughs at, saying, "You're cheating!"

Mirajane was amused by Riyao's narcissism.

"Yes, yes, yes, that dream of 1.3 billion girls."

She then picked up a tuft of hair and wrapped it around her ponytail, speaking as casually as if she were talking about the weather.

"I checked the quest log and there's an S-Class Mission to defeat the Beast King. I'm planning to take Elfman and Lisanna with me. Let him try receiving the Beast King's will again; he's been training for over half a year, he should have made some progress by now."

Riyao's eyelashes trembled suddenly, his heart tightened instantly, but he still smiled easily, and even poked her knee with his finger.

"Okay, I'll go too. I'll activate a Life Link - Hundred Battles for Elfman to help suppress the Beast King's ferocity, so he won't come crying back to you again."

He knew all too well how this commission was headed; it was the starting point of Elfman's "girl-pinching maniac" and the turning point that made Mirajane the guild's mascot.

A Parasol Tree was blown down by the wind, and it looked like it was about to hit Riyao in the face. Mirajane didn't even look up, but raised his hand and caught it steadily. Not even a speck of dust got on his fingertips. He then casually tossed it into the bushes next to him.

She added a crooked bun to Riyao's name and said it without looking up.

"Probably not. Elfman trains his willpower against the sandbags every day in the training ground. If that doesn't work, he'll be punished by having to clean the entire guild floor."

Riyao tried to turn towards Mirajane again, but she tapped him on the forehead with her knuckles, making him wince in pain. He could only obediently press his face back against her lap.

"We need to be on the safe side, and besides, I want to be with Mira."

Mirajane poked the tip of his nose, her fingertip brushing against his upturned eyelashes.

"So clingy? Have you forgotten how you lured me back to the manor, saying things like, 'The room's empty anyway, let me cook to pay the rent'?"

Riyao pulled her hand over, his fingertips tracing her knuckles.

He smiled and rubbed his hand against hers.

"And you're the one talking! Lisanna already told me! Before I joined the guild, you were always nagging me at home about why I didn't come over for meals. After I arrived, you even had Lisanna find out what I liked."

Mirajane's cheeks flushed slightly. She took the crystal key out of her pocket and shook it; the key refracted tiny blue lights in the sunlight.

"Hmph, you were the one who made the first move! Fairy Constellation Riyao, don't forget whose Celestial Spirit you are."

Riyao glared at her deep blue eyes, which were filled with shimmering sunlight, so bright it was almost blinding. They both knew what was going on and exchanged a knowing smile.

He deliberately lowered his voice and adopted a respectful tone.

"Then, my lord, what are your orders?"

[Ha ha]

Woohoo! My account is finally out of bans!

Riyao cheered wildly in his heart, his chest overflowing with Joy.

Logically, the curse of the god of fate should have haunted him for life, but perhaps as compensation from the goddess, the curse's effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Over the past two years, he has figured out the pattern, and there is only one trigger: the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed.

He found perfect excuses for helping Cana reunite with her family, getting close to Mirajane ahead of time, and exposing Mystogan's true identity; no one noticed that he knew the future in advance.

Makarov became aware of the situation as he treated Erza's eyes and prepared the medicine in advance.

Tell Cana that she will receive the Fairy Glitter.

Have Mest erase his memory.

These three things were things he "could never have known," which is why others discovered he knew the future, triggering the curse and causing him to have bad luck for several days.

No wonder that during the Grand Martial Arts Tournament, Future Lucy and Luogen met their demise.

Riyao suddenly sat up, touched his face, jumped up and spun around, shouting in feigned surprise.

"Hey! That unlucky feeling is gone!"

Before Mirajane could react, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her from her forehead to her cheeks, not even sparing the tip of her nose, leaving her face covered in saliva.

Mirajane reached out and pressed her hand against his face, her palm covered in sticky saliva. She was both angry and amused. "Idiot! Getting my face all spit on you, do you want to die?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her pupils turned dark red, partially receiving the Satan Soul.

She grabbed Riyao's ear, slammed him to the ground, and lightly punched his back. "I'll show you how crazy you are! I'll show you how crazy you are!"

"Ouch! Mira, I was wrong!" Riyao rolled on the ground, clutching his head, but couldn't stop laughing.

Lisanna and Elfman, who had just returned, saw Mirajane fighting Riyao.

Lisanna nearly dropped the cake in her hand, Elfman quickly reached out to steady her. The two of them simultaneously made the sign of the cross on their chests, muttering something under their breath.

"Amen, brother-in-law, may you have good fortune."

Natsu and Happy, who were carrying half a grilled fish and planning to freeload a meal, had just arrived at the door when they heard Riyao's scream, and the two of them shuddered.

Natsu hid the grilled fish behind his back and whispered, "Let's go eat at the guild. Mira's angry side is terrifying."

Happy, with a dried fish in his mouth, nodded frantically. "Aye! Mira's domestic violence is even more terrifying than Natsu's grilled fish!"

As Riyao was being beaten to the ground by Mirajane, he caught a glimpse of the four people at the door out of the corner of his eye and cried even louder, "Help! Mira is trying to murder her husband!"

Mirajane reached out and covered his mouth, glared at him, but didn't do anything more.

She looked at Riyao and couldn't help but laugh out loud, gently wiping the dust off his face with her fingertips.

"Idiot, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't let you into the room tonight."

Riyao immediately sat up and raised his hands above his head.

"I was wrong! Whatever the holder says is right!"

The wind rustled the leaves, and sunlight filtered through the gaps, falling warmly on the two of them.