Chapter 122: Mirajane's Popular Post

"Don't worry, now that we have a clue, we'll find a way eventually."

"Mm, thank you, Nate."

In the darkness, Mirajane softly expressed her gratitude, a gentle smile flickering in her beautiful eyes.

The account "Voldemort" had only appeared on the forum twice. The first time was to answer Natsu's question, and the second time was now.

Mirajane wasn't naive; her intuition as a woman made her suspect that Voldemort was Nate. How else could it be such a coincidence? Every time, the account seemed to solve a problem for Fairy Tail.

Although everyone on the Magic Net was limited to one account, Nate, as the developer, probably had special permissions—just like how he was able to arrange for her to pass four rounds of the guild's ranking tournament without fighting.

So, even though she had no concrete evidence, Mirajane believed that Voldemort was actually Nate. He didn't tell her directly and instead chose this roundabout way, likely for a reason.

Mirajane turned off the Magic Net and lay back down in her sleeping bag. She turned to face Nate and spoke softly, "If we find a way, I want to go to the parallel world and search for Lisanna."

"We'll definitely find her," Nate thought. Finding Lisanna shouldn't be difficult. As long as they found the dark guild Fairy Tail in the other world, they'd find her.

"Nate, would you go with me?" Mirajane asked.

"Of course. We'll treat it like a trip to another world."

"Really?" Mirajane's voice was filled with joy. "With you, I'd feel so much more at ease."

Boom!

Thunder rolled across the sky, drowning out Mirajane's voice as the light rain turned into a downpour. The sound of raindrops pounding on the tent made Nate worry about whether it would hold up. Still, there was something thrilling about camping in the middle of a storm.

"Achoo!" Mirajane sneezed quietly. "It's a bit cold," she whispered, her voice soft, as if they were sharing a secret.

Nate shuffled closer in his sleeping bag, almost touching her. "Do you want to share a sleeping bag? It'll be warmer."

Mirajane blushed. Although it was dark, Nate's Six Eyes could see it clearly.

"No… that's embarrassing…"

"Alright, just sleep, then."

The tent fell silent again, except for the sound of the rain and thunder. After some time, Mirajane whispered, "Nate."

"Still awake?"

"I'm cold."

"Do you want to come over?"

"…Okay."

With a rustling sound, Mirajane slipped into Nate's sleeping bag. The space, spacious for one, became cramped for two. The cool mountain air, combined with the rain, made the temperature drop even further.

Mirajane snuggled into Nate's arms, her warmth driving away the cold of the night.

"No funny business," she whispered shyly.

Nate thought to himself, 'My hands have a mind of their own.' He couldn't help but feel it was torture not to move. But he gently held Mirajane, feeling incredibly content. From the moment they first met, he had wanted to bring this woman home. Now, sharing a sleeping bag was a huge step forward.

"Mirajane, you smell nice."

"Go to sleep!"

Her face flushed, but she didn't push Nate away. Soon, she drifted off to sleep, her breathing steady and soft.

Nate, however, couldn't sleep. In fact, he was wide awake. 'This is torture!'

He quietly gave her a soft kiss before forcing himself to sleep.

…

The next morning, they both woke up feeling refreshed. Mirajane, in particular, was in a great mood after a restful night. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by Nate's face.

"Good morning, Nate."

"Morning…"

Mirajane chuckled. "Did you sleep well?"

'You slept great; I was awake all night!' Nate grumbled internally. 'Mirajane must have done this on purpose!'

Upon reflection, Nate realized there was no way Mirajane, with her magic, could have been cold. She must have done it to be close to him.

Mirajane smiled shyly, "Come on, let's get up."

The two of them dressed. This time, Mirajane didn't ask for the light to be turned off; she changed into her red dress right in front of Nate.

When they stepped out of the tent, the rain had cleared, and the air on the mountain was fresh and invigorating.

After packing up, Nate stored everything in his Requip space. They made their way to the nearby creek to freshen up before Nate started up the obsidian magic bike to take them back to Magnolia. Mirajane sat behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, her feet playfully swinging as they rode.

Nate yawned as he drove, still feeling sleepy.

Mirajane giggled, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

'You really are a witch!' Nate thought, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Feeling more awake now?" Mirajane asked, shyly smiling.

"Can I get another one?" Nate teased.

"No! I'm too embarrassed," she replied, hiding her face against his back, her cheeks flushed. She had clearly enjoyed their outing.

…

Back in Magnolia, Nate dropped Mirajane off at the guild before heading back to his apartment to catch up on sleep. However, as soon as he walked in, he saw Lucy and Erza sitting in his living room, sipping chamomile tea that had been gifted to him by the council chairman.

"This tea is so good," Lucy said.

Erza nodded. "It's from the council chairman, gifted to Nate."

Nate was speechless.

'This is my house, right?'

Clearing his throat, he asked, "Is there a chance this is my house?"

"Nate, you're back," Erza said, surprised.

'Why are you surprised? This is my home!' Nate grumbled internally. 'And didn't you two drink all my tea?'

"Why are you two here?" Nate asked.

"I've been here since last night," Erza said seriously. "After we logged out of the game, I noticed you were gone, so I stayed here waiting for you."

'Oh, right,' Nate remembered. He had gone on a date with Mirajane, leaving Erza behind at his place.

"Sorry, I had some things to take care of with Mirajane," he explained, before turning to Lucy. "And what about you? Why are you here?"

"I brought you dinner last night, but you weren't home, so I stayed with Erza and ate it," Lucy said, blinking innocently. "Then I waited for you this morning, but you still weren't back, so I'm just having tea with Erza."

She paused before asking, "By the way, who's Lisanna?"

"Mirajane's sister," Erza explained.

"Mirajane has a sister? I've never met her," Lucy said in surprise.

"She's dead," Erza replied.

Nate sat down, exasperated. 'Are you two just going to keep chatting like I'm not here?'

"She's not dead. She's in another world," Nate said, taking a sip of his tea. "Didn't you see the post on the forum?"

Both Lucy and Erza exchanged confused glances before opening the Magic Net to check the forum. They quickly found the now-viral post from yesterday.

The thread Mirajane had posted, thanks to the response from "Voldemort," had exploded in popularity.