Her gentle voice was very clear in the night. Mirajane brushed aside the silver hair that had been messed up by the wind, revealing her small, fair ears.
"..."
The answer was not unexpected.
Faced with the girl's confession, Roland didn't choose to respond immediately. He gazed at the street scene not far away, a smile appearing on his lips.
"I like you too, Mirajane. Not the admiration and worship others in the guild have, but the kind of like where I see you as a girlfriend."
"Is, is that so..."
Hearing the voice by her ear, Mirajane unnaturally turned her face away. Her small, soft earlobes gradually turned a shade of pink, as if they were soaking in a hot spring.
To be honest, whether in the guild or outside, her pursuers were endless, and she had heard all sorts of heartfelt confessions.
But this was the first time her heart had ever been moved like this.
'My heart is beating so fast...'
She placed a hand over her ample chest. Mirajane's breathing became rapid, as if to display her current feelings.
"But—don't you like Levy?"
Suppressing the urge to respond, Mirajane looked up at him seriously and said, word by word.
Roland and Levy's actions and conversations these past few days were clearly things that only couples in love would do.
It wasn't just her; most people in the guild had noticed.
Otherwise, Troy and Jet wouldn't have gotten drunk at the tavern that night, only to be carried back by a disgusted Wakaba.
Most importantly... during the game of truth, she had also learned from Levy how far the two of them had progressed.
It could be said that aside from the final step, they had done everything else.
"I like Levy too, and the feeling is exactly the same. There's no law in the Kingdom of Fiore that says you can't like two people at the same time, is there?"
Roland's tone was very frank, so frank that Mirajane couldn't help but look at him, her crimson lips slightly parted.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
"Although there really isn't such a rule, isn't that... being a player?"
Mirajane looked at Roland with a complicated expression and murmured softly.
"By your standards, Mirajane, there are far too many players in this world, especially the nobles in the capital."
Roland shook his head.
That afternoon, he had looked up quite a few books on the social systems of the Kingdom of Fiore.
In a world with a setting similar to the Middle Ages, there was no so-called monogamy. Whether nobles or capitalists, most of them had wives and concubines.
As long as one had power and influence, nothing was a problem.
"Besides, if I'm a player for liking two people, then what does that make Loke?"
"The player of all players, the dregs of society... I wouldn't be surprised if he got stabbed to death by a woman on the street one day."
At the mention of Loke, Mirajane's lips curved into her usual gentle smile as she spoke very seriously.
Based on her usual observations, that guy Loke had at least eight girlfriends, and he would swap one or two out from time to time.
She really didn't know what those girls were thinking, to be willing to date him at the same time.
In comparison, Roland liking two people at once... didn't seem so serious.
"It's getting late, I should be heading back."
Pushing the complicated thoughts from her mind, all she wanted to do now was lie down on her soft bed, bury her head in her quilt, and rest for a while.
She had finally worked up the courage to confess...
Mirajane stood up with a complicated feeling. Just as she was about to take a step, she felt her wrist being suddenly grabbed.
The grip wasn't strong; with her current strength, she could have easily broken free.
But for some reason, Mirajane didn't struggle, and quietly stopped in her tracks.
She wanted to hear what Roland had to say.
"Mirajane, can you turn around first?" Roland said softly. "I have a gift for you."
"A gift..."
After a moment of hesitation, Mirajane slowly turned around and looked up at the young man bathed in the moonlight.
The moment Mirajane looked up, Roland suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, then leaned in and kissed her, his movements gentle yet swift.
In that instant, Mirajane froze on the spot, her mind going completely blank.
I was, I was kissed?
Feeling the soft touch on her lips, she slowly widened her eyes. Her sapphire-like, moist eyes were filled with surprise, shyness, and a trace of bewilderment.
All sorts of emotions mingled together, causing her to completely lose the ability to think.
...
A long while later.
Roland slowly lifted his head. A glistening, translucent thread of saliva broke in mid-air and landed on the girl's rosy lips.
"Hah... hah..."
Mirajane was panting in small breaths through her mouth, her cheeks as red as ripe apples. Her mind, which had gone blank from the stimulation, was now gradually clearing.
"...Is that your gift?"
Trying to steady her breathing, Mirajane looked up at him, her eyes still holding a hint of lingering surprise and shyness.
"You don't like it, Mirajane?"
Roland asked with a light laugh, one arm wrapped around her waist.
"I don't li... I like it."
The pill's effect kicked in again. The blush on Mirajane's face deepened, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him anymore.
Looking at the girl whose words betrayed her heart, Roland smiled and reached out a finger, gently pinching her smooth, fair chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Since you like it, Mirajane, let's do it one more time."
"Mmph..."
...
The moonlight was tranquil.
Mirajane walked ahead with a red face, her gaze having been fixed on the ground for a while now. On the way back, she had almost bumped into a lamppost several times.
If Roland hadn't been following behind her, she probably would have been covered in bumps by now.
Arriving at her familiar doorstep, Mirajane took a deep breath and turned around with a heavy heart.
"I'm home..."
It was a very short sentence, making it clear she didn't want to say another word to this unfaithful man in front of her.
He had already exchanged feelings with Levy, yet he accepted her confession, wanting to have it both ways...
"Yeah, see you tomorrow morning."
Looking at the silver-haired girl with a resentful expression, Roland couldn't help but chuckle.
Mirajane acting like this was cute too.
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