Internet Magic in Fairy Tail (Re-upload)

Sometimes, Nate would reflect on himself.

Was he too much of a playboy?

But whenever he thought about Loke and Gildarts, he immediately felt like a responsible and good man by comparison. He admitted that he was a bit of a flirt.

Right now, facing Mirajane, Nate couldn't quite figure out how to make her happy.

"I've never known how to say this, but from the moment I first saw you, I liked you. I had the urge to marry you right then and there."

"Love at first sight?" Mirajane asked.

Mirajane's lips curled into a smile. Nate could sense that she was upset, but not terribly so. Or rather, if she was upset, it was more of a gentle and adorable type of frustration.

Perhaps it was because she had discovered the "Nate's Loving Girlfriends" group chat a few days ago. Nate had been stealthily lurking in it, secretly observing the dynamics among his girlfriends.

"Yes, love at first sight." Nate nodded earnestly, wrapping his arms around Mirajane's waist in a sincere manner.

Caught off guard, Mirajane blushed slightly, the tips of her ears turning red.

"So, what number am I?"

The first was Ultear, then Juvia, followed by Erza, Ur, Lucy, and Cana. She was the seventh.

Nate thought to himself that when women ask such questions, they aren't really looking for a precise answer. It was more about gauging his attitude.

"You're the first in my heart!" he replied.

Mirajane rolled her eyes at him, her smile carrying a hint of danger.

"Is that how you charm all the girls?"

Even though she knew he was sweet-talking her, Mirajane couldn't help but feel a tinge of happiness. Still, she furrowed her brows slightly and murmured, "No wonder Cana's tarot readings always predict challenges involving women…"

A boyfriend this exceptional—capable in every way and adept at making people feel special—would naturally charm any girl.

"I'm serious!" Nate said, tightening his embrace. The subtle, fresh fragrance of Mirajane's presence enveloped him like a calming breeze.

"Do you remember how we first met?" he asked.

"I do… But don't hold me so tightly," Mirajane replied, nodding. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull away before allowing Nate to hold her as he wished.

"I gave you a ring back then, and once you put it on, you immediately started exploring the internet seriously," Nate recalled. "I sat beside you, teaching you how to use it. The one thought that kept running through my mind was: How do I make this woman my wife?"

Mirajane's face turned red. She chuckled, though there was a hint of mock scolding in her voice. "So you were scheming all along back then!"

"Love at first sight."

"More like lust at first sight!" Mirajane rolled her eyes again and reached up to pinch his cheek.

"It's all the same," Nate replied, catching her hand with a grin. "It's like how everyone's soul has an attribute, and when it awakens, it manifests as magic. My love for you at first sight—it's my soul's choice!"

This sweet-talking idiot really knew how to melt hearts. Mirajane's heart fluttered, though she pretended to be annoyed. Still, the corners of her lips betrayed her, curving upward.

"Even if you're trying to charm me, I won't forgive you," she huffed, though there wasn't a hint of resistance in her demeanor.

Nate thought to himself that Mirajane had an adorable tsundere side. Of course, he wasn't lying; this was truly how he felt.

"What would it take for you to forgive me, then?" he asked.

"Hmm… Let me think." Mirajane narrowed her eyes playfully, her smile mischievous. "You're the first guy I've ever liked, and you'll be the last. So for me, Mirajane Strauss—there's no breaking up. Only death do us part!"

She delivered this terrifying line with a bright smile.

In Nate's mind, a gruesome image flashed—Makoto Itou's bloody severed head morphing into his own, with Mirajane standing nearby holding a knife, covered in blood. Terrifying!

Thank goodness he truly loved her and wasn't some scumbag who toyed with her feelings and body. I'm a good man! he reassured himself.

Quickly dispelling the grim vision, Nate sought to comfort Mirajane's slightly uneasy heart: "For the rest of my life—every season, every journey—it'll be you."

Mirajane, unaccustomed to such cheesy declarations of love, felt her heart melt at his words. Nate cupped her flushed cheeks and leaned down to kiss her. Mirajane closed her eyes, rising onto her tiptoes, feeling endless warmth and love in his embrace. Their bodies pressed together, unwilling to part.

…

The Real World

Mirajane slowly opened her eyes, the sound of cheers and applause from the audience filling her ears. For a moment, she felt as though the earlier scene of embracing and kissing Nate had been nothing more than a dream.

Seated beside her, Erza glanced at her with concern. "What's wrong, Mira? Your face is a little red."

"Maybe it's just too warm…" Mirajane lifted her head. She had initially planned to hold Nate accountable, but he had effortlessly sweet-talked her into a daze.

Erza tilted her head, confused. "Warm? It's winter right now."

"Oh, Erza, did you meet your mother the other day?" Mirajane asked quickly, changing the subject.

"Yes, she's a little different from what I imagined—she's very kind," Erza replied softly, recalling her meeting with Irene at the café. "Irene's magic is incredibly strong. I feel like she's even more powerful than Nate and the others."

By "the others," she was referring to Nate, Gildarts, and Master Makarov—members of the Ten Wizard Saints.

Mirajane was taken aback. "That strong? Well, she is the champion of the [Magic Arena]."

Saying this, she opened her Magic Net App and looked at Irene's battle stats on the leaderboard. Not a single loss! A 100% win rate!

"I even sparred with her yesterday, and I wasn't her match at all," Erza admitted.

"Well, she is your mother," Mirajane chuckled.

Erza fell silent, lost in thought. After a moment, she said, "I've played a lot of ranked matches, but I don't feel like I've gotten much stronger."

Her most frequent opponent was her boyfriend, Nate, followed by her counterpart from an alternate world—Erza Knightwalker. Nate was a special case; he always let her win. When sparring with Knightwalker, the initial battles helped her gain valuable combat experience, but over time, as they grew familiar with each other's strategies, the learning curve diminished significantly.

Mirajane wasn't a regular in ranked matches and didn't have much advice to offer. After thinking for a moment, she suggested, "A mage's strength mainly comes down to two things:

"First, magic power. The stronger your magic, the greater your advantage.

"Second, technique and experience. Even if two people use the same magic and consume the same amount of magic power, the one with better technique can unleash much stronger spells.

"Your magic power is already very strong, Erza. You might want to focus on improving your technique."

Technique… Erza pondered. Her magic, Requip: Knight, relied heavily on the speed of swapping armors. Her current speed was already nearly instantaneous. Could it be improved further? Even if it were truly instantaneous, would it significantly increase her overall strength?

"Your mom is really impressive—why not ask her for advice?" Mirajane teased with a grin.

"You're right," Erza agreed, nodding as she immediately sent Irene a private message.

…

Elsewhere

Nate stepped out of the Grand Garden Hotel, heading toward the arena. With the Dratini card pool now live, he felt it was time to showcase the power of Dragonite as its seller.

"While I'm at it, I might as well collect all eight Gym Badges—speedrun in a single day!" he said to himself.

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