Please Don't Toss Old Men Around

The next morning, while Hughes was fast asleep, Mira pulled Mira out of his soft bed. Before he could even open his sleepy eyes, he heard Mira's urging voice in Hughes ear.

"Hughes, get up quickly, the president is coming soon!"

While Mira was speaking, Hughes casually lay down, rolled over, and then took out a pillow, burying his head deep under it.

He loved this bed, loved it deeply...

Hughes's buzzing voice came from under the pillow. "Mira, do you know how sinful it is to wake someone who didn't fall asleep until after 4 a. m. at six in the morning?"

Mira poked Hughes ' arm with her fair finger. "You know you're going out with the president today, why aren't you going to bed early?"

Hughes was speechless. Did he not want to sleep? No, he couldn't sleep. Ever since he transmigrated, he hadn't had a good night's sleep.

As soon as night falls and he falls asleep, all sorts of disgusting things automatically play in his mind, more punctually than when he goes to the toilet every day!

"Let me take a little nap. If the old man comes, Mira, you take care of him for me!"

Mira opened her mouth slightly, about to tell Hughes that she had made his favorite meat and vegetable porridge this morning, when she heard Hughes snoring.

Helpless, the girl turned around and tiptoed to prepare Hughes's luggage before leaving. Before closing the door, she made sure to draw Hughes's curtains to prevent the sunlight from shining on Hughes.

When Hughes got up and went downstairs, the magic clock on the wall already pointed to noon.

Makarov, who had dressed impeccably for the Guild Alliance meeting, put down his newspaper and looked at Hughes speechlessly.

"I knew you were a late riser, so I deliberately came over after nine o'clock. But you, you didn't get up until noon!"

Hughes waved to Makarov, then haphazardly picked up some food from the table and ate it, filling his rumbling stomach—which seemed to be saying he'd followed the wrong person—before replying.

"Don't blame me for this. Last night, I dreamt of two people with half a blood-red Mitsudomoe eye. They were fighting and stabbing at my mind for hours. One was too far away to reach, and the other was right in my buttocks. I was so disgusted that I couldn't sleep until dawn."

Hughes spoke the truth, which earned him Makarov's disgust and contempt. "You little brat, you actually have this kind of fetish? Remember to stay away from the Blue Pegasus Guild when you run into them, they love people like you!"

Hughes, still half-asleep and with his mind not quite working, looked at Makarov with a puzzled expression. What did the old man mean by that?

"Hughes, President, let's have lunch first! It takes quite a while to get from Magnolia Town to Clover Town by train, we can't go hungry."

Mira, transformed into a little cook, brought out all sorts of fragrant dishes from the kitchen, filling the table to the brim—all of which she had spent most of the morning preparing.

There was meat and vegetable porridge, Hughes' favorite but which he hadn't had for breakfast; pineapple roasted pork, Hughes' second favorite; and shredded chicken with lemon juice, Hughes' third favorite...

"Wow! Mira, you made all my favorite dishes today!" Hughes, impatient, pinched a slice of pineapple and a piece of roast meat and put them directly into his mouth. His eyes lit up instantly, and he kept giving Mira a thumbs up.

Lightly roasting the pineapple concentrates its sugars, transforming its original tartness into a sweet and caramelized aroma. Paired with a perfectly grilled, juicy steak, just one bite is enough to leave a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

Hughes has remembered this dish ever since he ate it in the wild, a dish that Mira had made herself.

On the other side, Makarov reached out and took the bowl and chopsticks Mira brought him, glancing sideways at Hughes. The kid's expression was so exaggerated that anyone who didn't know better would think he was under Charm Magic.

Makarov picked up his chopsticks and reached for the pineapple roast meat that Hughes had just "touched," imitating Hughes by putting a slice of pineapple and a piece of meat into his mouth.

Before long, Mira stared expressionlessly at Makarov and Hughes, who stood before her like stone statues. Mira didn't know what was so enchanting about this.

Moreover, why are these two emitting blinding white light?

Makarov, living up to his title of "Ten Wizard Saints," was the first to regain his senses and moved all the food on the table toward himself.

That bastard Hughes gets to eat this delicious food Tenten; I can't take it anymore, I'll have to come over every three days... no, every two days for a free meal.

The battle at the dinner table ended quickly; the extra food Mira had prepared for seven people, just in case, was all eaten by Hughes and Makarov.

At this moment, the two lay motionless on the sofa, their bellies swollen and round, like Toad, their bellies so full it looked as if a large watermelon had been stuffed inside.

After washing the dishes, Mira glanced at the magic clock on the wall, where the hour hand was pointing to one.

"You'll be late again in one hour!"

Hughes remained unmoved; he could now fly and get from his home to Magnolia Station in just over 20 minutes.

Makarov wasn't in a hurry; he simply didn't believe that Hughes wouldn't fly him there!

Seeing that the two were completely unfazed, Mira didn't urge them any further. She knew perfectly well that there was going to be a good show to watch over Magnolia Town soon.

Last night, Hughes deliberately moved the magic clock on the wall forward half an hour to scare Lisanna... but he seems to have forgotten about it!

On the wall, the minute hand of the magic clock had already pointed to eight. The wicked Mira quietly approached Hughes and whispered this belated surprise in his ear.

"Tickets need to be checked ten minutes in advance at the station. You have ten minutes left. By the way, this is the last train to Clover Town today."

"Ah! Mira, you wicked white-haired woman, I'll give you a good spanking when I get back!"

With his luggage in his left hand and Makarov in his right, Hughes unleashed a burst of flames from his legs, shooting straight into the sky from the courtyard like a rocket towards Magnolia Station.

Below, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly and gently waved goodbye.

The scorching heat streaked across the sky Magnolia Town, leaving a dazzling trail behind it.

"You damn Hughes, can't you be reliable just this once? Glug, glug..."

Hughes, focused on his journey, had no time to pay attention to Makarov. He simply moved his right hand slightly outward, and the kind wind would shut Makarov up for him.

Hughes, performing exceptionally well, finally caught up at the last moment before the ticket check ended. He quickly threw away his luggage and the old man, and handed the ticket from his pocket to the ticket inspector.

"Sir, your seats are seats 10 and 11 in carriage 5. Please be careful next time and don't leave your luggage or elderly people lying around!"

The ticket inspector was very kind and spoke very nicely, which warmed Hughes ' heart.

Even Makarov, who had been chilled by the strong wind for a while, was warmed up by the ticket inspector's words and started to move.

"You bastard Hughes, you let this old man stand in the wind for ten minutes! I'm an eighty-year-old man with heart disease!"

Ah, yes, yes, and then two days later, an octogenarian with heart disease, in a drunken state, beat a young and strong "Ten Wizard Saints" so badly that he was ashamed to show his face.