Actually, even if Mirajane refused this invitation, there were other ways to continue the mission, but—
"Of course."
After hearing about the effects of the pills, Mirajane's smile didn't change in the slightest as she nodded decisively in response.
The poster girl was surprisingly easy to convince.
"...Isn't this a little inappropriate? Ah, where did you get such a strange item?"
Levy looked at the glass bottle shaking gently in his hand, unable to suppress her curiosity, and asked.
If something like this were to enter the market, it would definitely be classified as contraband, just like 'charm' items.
"Of course, I happened to get it during my travels."
"During your travels again?"
Hearing the familiar excuse, the corner of Levy's mouth twitched, and she could only helplessly press her hand to her forehead.
Last time it was the little Doraemon with the Gourmet Tablecloth, and now it's a pill that makes people tell the truth...
That Roland guy—in the future, I'll definitely make him confess everything!
...
The rain on the streets had stopped, and a bright, jade-like crescent moon reappeared. The guild hall was brightly lit.
There was still some time before closing, and quite a few members were inside the bar.
Among them were the usuals: Wakaba, Cana, Reedus, as well as Marcus and others who performed in the evenings, so it wasn't too quiet, even at night.
Today, aside from Cana who was out on a mission, the other three were present.
"It seems Wakaba had a fight with his wife. He's been staying late before going home recently."
Mirajane whispered the information.
This wasn't a secret in the guild; only a newcomer like Roland, who had just joined a few days ago, wouldn't know.
The reason for the fight was simple: Wakaba was simply tired of his wife, so he spent all day looking for pretty girls to team up with for missions.
"Isn't that cheating... By the way, bomb."
Roland first remarked, then his eyes lit up as he played the cards in his hand.
"Mirajane, you lost!"
As Mirajane's score went to zero, Roland won the second round.
According to the rules they had set beforehand, the winner could ask the loser any one question.
Levy had lost the first round, and Mirajane had won.
As for the question, Roland didn't know what it was—because Mirajane had whispered it in Levy's ear.
After the question was asked, Levy's cheeks instantly flushed red. She stammered for a moment before finally answering "no" and lowering her head.
It was probably a private question between girls.
"Oh my, is it my turn?"
Facing the impending penalty, Mirajane showed no signs of nervousness. It seemed she had already prepared herself when she agreed to play the game.
Cutely touching her chin with her index finger, Mirajane tilted her head and looked at the white pill in her hand before tossing it into her mouth and swallowing.
"So now I can only tell the truth?"
Mirajane blinked curiously, not feeling any abnormal magic power within her body.
"If you don't believe it, we can test it first. Mirajane, what color are the clothes you're wearing today?"
"The color of my clothes? They're bla... red!"
Mirajane glanced over in surprise. She was about to say the opposite color, but the words uncontrollably changed as they left her mouth.
It actually works!
She couldn't help but widen her eyes, the surprised expression on her face looking incredibly cute.
"Ahem... so, what are you going to ask Mirajane?"
Snapping out of it, Levy coughed lightly, drawing their attention to her.
Noticing their attention was now on him, Roland pretended to ponder for a moment before slowly asking, "Mirajane, is there any food you particularly like?"
"Eh?"
The unexpected question left both girls stunned. Who would have thought such a good opportunity would be used to ask that kind of question?
Have I lost my charm?
"Um... actually, I could have told you that even without the 'Honesty Pill'—I like my own cooking, although it can't compare to a professional chef's."
Putting aside her complex feelings, Mirajane thought for a moment, then answered with a smile as brilliant as the sun.
"Your cooking, Mirajane? Suddenly, I'm curious what it tastes like."
Roland said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.
"I can bring a portion for you two tomorrow morning."
Mirajane said with a gentle laugh.
"I get some too?!" Levy's eyes lit up, and she hugged Mirajane like a koala, nuzzling against her. "Mirajane, you're the best!"
"Stop it, Levy-chan!"
Watching the two of them hugging, Roland looked up at the clock on the wall, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips.
There was plenty of time.
...
"Well, I'm heading out!"
After resting for a while, a sleepy Levy yawned, and a glistening tear sparkled in the corner of her eye under the light.
After secretly giving Roland a meaningful look, the girl's figure disappeared into the night outside the guild.
Since Roland was also part of the guild staff, he couldn't leave until closing time, which was why Levy didn't go home with him.
She hadn't forgotten that Mirajane and Roland lived on the same street... If they were to go back together, it would easily be discovered.
"I should get going too, Mirajane."
The guild closed after nine. As the oil lamps were extinguished one by one, the once brightly lit hall was plunged into darkness again.
"Ah, that felt good. Another day of lazing around at the desk!"
Laki stretched comfortably, her exquisite curves standing out under the moonlight.
Ever since this newcomer arrived, she'd never had it so easy.
After a simple wave goodbye, Roland and Mirajane walked along the river toward the residential area.
The night sky hung low, and the countless stars were reflected on the surface of the swiftly flowing river, making it look like a jewel-studded silk ribbon from a distance.
"Mirajane."
Roland spoke softly in the gentle night breeze.
"Hmm?"
"Do you have someone you like?"
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