Ding*
I rang the bell to Noah's house.
He still lived in the studio apartment Dragneel and Mara built for themselves.
Fortunately, since the house was located in the inner circle of the estate, it was still intact. If previously we had acres of land to ourselves, after selling everything; the Romero's had shifted to living in a place only as large as a few colonies at most.
I myself had shifted to Venus's place a month back, after making sure that Noah had recovered… at least physically.
The door opened, but the figure I was expecting to see standing in front of me wasn't Noah.
…it was Pixie.
A 16-year-old girl stood before me, half yawning as she lazily opened her eyes.
My eyes twitched looking at her lithe figure, but when the girl flashed her bright smile at me, all my tensions seemed to be slip away.
'hufff,'