Somewhere in the city.
"Huff, huff..."
Two middle-aged men panted heavily.
They were Makarov and Wakaba.
They knew each other extremely well and were roughly equal in strength. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses like the backs of their hands, so even after fighting for quite a while, neither could gain the upper hand.
"Rule change!"
Suddenly, the words on the barrier trapping them changed.
The two stopped fighting and looked at the new rules.
"Each person must reveal a deeply hidden secret of the other. The more valuable secret wins!"
The two froze.
They had just begun to suspect that this was Ifrit's trap—after all, Fried was not this bored or this nosy.
But all sorts of complicated emotions suddenly surged from deep within them, emotions they could not control!
Makarov immediately said, "Wakaba always confesses to girls who newly join the guild! He even said that if Cana accepted his confession, he'd divorce his wife!"
"You bastard, Makarov!" Wakaba said furiously. "Makarov once said that although Erza is really violent, she's got a certain charm to her! He said if it were Erza, getting beaten up would be fine!"
"You actually sold me out!" Makarov said angrily.
"What you said was way worse!" Wakaba retorted.
The two were about to start fighting again. This time, their eyes had gone red—they were about to get serious.
"What unexpectedly revealing answers." Ifrit suddenly appeared, looking somewhat helpless. "I thought you'd only say things like the other person secretly stashing away private money. I never expected you to reveal something like this..."
"Ifrit!"
The two had just been about to get angry when they suddenly calmed down—falling out with Ifrit now would be unwise!
Makarov was the first to yield. "Please, don't tell my wife!"
"Me too! Don't let this