Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

Beneath the quilt, after a brief rustling commotion, Nate turned to look at Mavis and teased, “Need my help?”

This little girl was truly amusing. No, Mavis only looked like a little girl. In reality, she was years older than him—commonly known as a “legal loli.”

Mavis blushed, stretching her arm out from under the quilt. She folded her white dress neatly and placed it on the bedside table. Then she quickly pulled the quilt back over herself, revealing only her small head. Her angelic ears flapped nervously.

“Why so nervous?” Nate couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Remember the last time, during the S-Class Promotion Exam? You weren’t nervous at all when you crawled into my bed.”

Mavis turned her head away, pouting. “And you dare mention that! Last time, you were so restless in your sleep.”

“How was I restless?”

“You touched…”

Touched my chest!

Flustered and angry, Mavis headbutted Nate’s nose. Nate seized the opportunity: when her forehead drew close, he kissed her there. With a “smack,” Mavis turned even redder.

“Ah! You’re so annoying!” Mavis turned away, unwilling to face his teasing. But as she moved, she cried out in pain.

“You’re on my hair, Fourth Master!”

“Sorry, nothing I can do. The bed’s only so big.” Nate adjusted his position to free her hair.

This was something he’d heard from all his girlfriends except Ur—because Ur had short hair. But this First Master had hair longer than her own height! Sharing a bed without tangling her hair was impossible.

“Don’t want to stay in the guild anymore?”

“Mm. You know, there’s a rat on the second floor of the guild!” Mavis shivered. “A huge, fat rat! It almost scared me to death today!”

Not afraid of ghosts? Nate laughed to himself. “Actually, there’s a rat in this apartment too. Look, under the desk.”

“Ah!” Mavis screamed and threw herself into Nate’s arms. Carefully peeking out, she glanced toward the desk. By the faint moonlight, there was no rat in sight. Angrily, she said, “Where? You’re lying!”@@novelbin@@

“There was one; it just ran away.” Nate chuckled, holding Mavis in his arms. He sighed. No denying it—holding her felt different from holding his other girlfriends.

Mavis stiffened, not daring to move.

“First Master, you smell nice.” Nate buried his head in Mavis’s hair, inhaling the faint scent of camellias. Shampoo’s fragrance?

“D-Don’t hug so tight,” Mavis said softly. She shrank her neck, goosebumps rising on her fair skin. Until now, she’d never been this close to a boy. Nervously, she curled her toes.

Nate pondered, “If you don’t want to stay at the guild, would you consider moving into the women’s dorm?”

Well she's poor, Mavis certainly couldn’t afford the monthly rent of 100,000J. Her clothes, underwear, and sneakers were all gifts from Nate just two days ago.

So Mavis murmured faintly, “I want to build my own house in the eastern forest.”

You want to learn from Porlyusica-san and live in a treehouse? Nate thought that a fairy-like Mavis living in a forest treehouse seemed fitting. But the real reason, of course, was to save money.

Nate smiled. “Then find a tall tree and hollow it out to make a beautiful treehouse.”

“Fourth Master, will you help me?” Mavis turned to him, her eyes sparkling.

“Of course.” Nate smiled.

As their eyes met, Mavis shyly looked away. On impulse, Nate leaned in and kissed Mavis on the lips.

Mavis’s eyes widened. What!? A kiss! Her first kiss! Then she felt a warm hand on her chest.

After a moment, Nate released Mavis. Her cheeks burned, and a strand of hair bobbed up and down, revealing her inner turmoil. This pervert kissed her…

Before she could fully process the moment, she felt another kiss, this time on her cheeks and then lower. Mavis nervously gripped the sheet and hurriedly stammered, “F-F-Fourth Master… I-I need to go to the bathroom!”

…

The next morning, as dawn broke, Nate woke up first. The First Master in his arms clung tightly to him. Memories of last night rushed back. Watching Mavis’s sleeping face for a while, Nate’s lips curled into a small smile. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Nate admitted it—he might have been sly before, but now he was starting to see the charm in lolis: soft-spoken, gentle, and easy to cuddle.

Feeling the warmth on her cheek, Mavis’s eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

“Good morning, Mavis,” Nate said, addressing her by her name for the first time. Previously, he had always called her “First Master.”

Mavis blinked, her groggy expression confused. “Why am I…?”

Why am I sleeping here?

Just as she was about to ask, the memories of last night returned in a flash, instantly clearing her drowsiness. Her eyes widened in shock.

Nate tightened his embrace and smiled mischievously. “Yeah, why are you in my bed?”

Mavis, too overwhelmed to feel shy, glared at him with embarrassment and frustration. “You’re terrible! You already have so many girlfriends, and yet you still did that to me!”

“Because you’re just too cute,” Nate replied shamelessly. Not to mention, she hadn’t exactly resisted last night.

He tightened his hold even more, grinning. “So, should we start building the treehouse today? Does it still hurt?”

Hearing the compliment, Mavis couldn’t help but smile a little. But she quickly remembered that she was supposed to be his senior. Being called cute felt… inappropriate.

“It hurts a lot!” she grumbled, refusing to move as she stayed curled in his arms.

“A little massage will help,” Nate teased.

“You’re horrible! Pervert!”

They spent the entire morning playfully bantering and snuggling in bed. It wasn’t until late morning, when the sun was already high, that they finally got up and headed to the guild together.

It turned out that Mavis’s body was extraordinary. Although she felt some pain, her recovery was astonishingly quick. Unlike Cana, who almost never felt pain, or Juvia, who had been sore for two days after her first time, Mavis’s body seemed imbued with incredible regenerative abilities—likely remnants of the Fairy Heart’s power.

Walking into the guild hall, Nate greeted the staff behind the bar. “Good morning, Mira, Lisanna, Kinana.”

“Morning, Nate.”

“Good morning, Nate.”

Mirajane gave him her signature gentle smile. “It seems something incredible happened last night?”

“Second Master came back,” Nate replied casually, brushing it off. Still, he thought about Hades, who—after being flipped by Nirvana—had gone to turn himself in at the Magic Council. Nate needed to figure out a way to free him. An exceptional old man like Hades rotting in a prison cell was ridiculous. Plus, the upcoming [Dragon Hunter] game could use a guide NPC, and Hades would shine in that role.

…

Meanwhile, at the Magic Council Headquarters (ERA)

In a grand, lavishly decorated reception hall, Chairman Gran Doma stared in disbelief at the old man before him.

“Hades, you’re… turning yourself in?”

“Indeed. I’ve come to deeply recognize the gravity of my wrongdoings,” Precht said with a serene smile. “Thanks to Nate, I’ve finally been freed from the darkness.”

The councilors all looked at one another, baffled.

“What kind of magical nonsense is this?”