The Mysterious Beauty and Laxus's Rejection

"Calm yourself. This, too, is an important part of Master's youth… Our role is simply to watch over him. There's no need to interfere—unless he gets hurt again. Then we eliminate the one responsible for it. That is all."

"That's way too extreme! Dial it back!"

As he absentmindedly nibbled on Ragar's animal-like ears, tears trickled down his cheeks.

Why was he even crying?

It wasn't like anything terrible had happened.

He had just… lost a friend he liked a little too much.

And yet, here he was, crying over something so trivial.

This wasn't cool at all.

He was acting like a total weakling.

…No. No, this wouldn't do.

Crying wouldn't change a thing.

Instead of wasting time sniffling into his pillow, he needed to do something to clear his head!

A sudden surge of his usual positivity returned.