Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

She extended her hand and said, "Mr. Yefried, I agree to your terms. So, you'll stay too, okay?"

“Of course,” Yevli nodded.

“Mira, come with me.” Yefri pulled Mirajane aside and said, “You go first. You know, with Mirajane protecting me, it’s easier for me to leave on my own.”

“But…” Mirajane wanted to say something, but reason told her that Yefrit was right.

Miko's defense was indeed strong. Even though these people were very powerful, Mirajane trusted them completely.

But just like that, he abandoned Yefried and left alone.

“Mira,” Yefrit said, taking Mirajane’s little hand in hers. “Be good.”

“I understand,” Mirajane said with a sigh.

‘Wow’

Mirajane spread her wings and flew away.

As soon as Yefrit turned around, she felt her arm sink into something soft.

He turned around, and there was Miss.1, who hugged his arm very affectionately.

Yefrit said, "You should know that this matter cannot be left like this. Tomorrow, my comrades will be attacking."

"I know," Miss.1 said nonchalantly. "I'll just betray them then."

She spoke so easily that the others' faces twitched.

This damn woman!

Relying on the Holy Father's doting love, they dare to say anything!

“Girls are naturally more outgoing,” Miss.1 said. “They plan to dissect you and the demon behind you for research, and that old monster thinks so too.”

"But after I did some research, I felt that you are someone I can rely on."

"That old monster is obsessed with studying demons. Even if you don't kill him, he won't live for many more years."

“If he dies, this organization will fall apart. I have no interest in this kind of garbage place.”

"If you take me away, I'll immediately rebel and become your woman, doing everything for you."

The other person spoke very sincerely.

She looks like Lucy, and her figure is comparable to Erza's. She's also taller, and her waist-to-hip ratio might be even more alluring than Ikaruga's.

Perhaps most people would actually be tempted.

But Jefried did not.

Ok

Somewhat, but this only made him more wary!

This woman is incredibly powerful; she's probably one of the organization's trump cards, at least a top-five boss. How could she betray them just because of personal feelings?

It's definitely a honey trap.

But what's the point?

No.

Yefrit said, “Take me to your leader.”

“Okay, but are you hungry? Thirsty?” Miss.1 asked.

“No need,” Yefrit refused curtly.

"Are you tired? I saw you fighting just now. Do you want me to carry you?" Miss.1 asked again.

Can you shut up?

"Waaah—" Miss.1 looked aggrieved, but she did shut up, though she still clung to Yefrit.

'buzz'

A magical four-wheeled vehicle drove by.

Miss.1 pulled Yefrit into the car, leaning even closer to her; it was practically free money.

“Yeflit,” Miko said, “something’s wrong with this woman.”

"Do I need you to remind me?"

"No, I mean she seems to really like you."

"I didn't use a honey trap, but you fell for it?"

"Emmm," Miko paused for a moment, then said, "I'm analyzing it from a woman's perspective."

"You are a demon."

“…Demon girl!” Miko grabbed Yefrit’s other arm, then puffed out her chest and said, “You’re a woman too!”

"Ah—" Miss.1 handed me a piece of fruit with a fork.

“I won’t eat it, I’m afraid it’s poisonous.” Yefrit refused outright.

Miss.1 smiled, took a bite out of herself, and then handed it to Yefritte.

Yefried refused again: "I won't eat it, I find it disgusting."

"..." Miss.1 pouted slightly and said, "The information clearly states that you are not such a difficult person to please."

“I am a nobleman,” Yefrit said, crossing her legs. “Isn’t it normal for me to be difficult to please?”

“It’s so nice to be a noble,” Miss.1 said. “That old monster has lived almost his whole life and never got a noble title. Otherwise, when he dies, I could inherit a title and become a noblewoman.”

“However,” Miss.1 said, nestling into Yefrit’s arms like a spoiled girlfriend, “I can be a noblewoman.”

“You don’t seem like a fool,” Yefrit teased.

Knowing that war was about to break out tomorrow, and knowing that his attitude was unlikely to change, what was her purpose in doing all this?

etc.

“Miko, she doesn’t have any magic that can be cast when you get close, does she? Like my deception magic, which can be cast silently?” Yefrit suddenly asked cautiously.

“You are in Scaled Angel form, which makes you immune to any magic,” Miko pointed out. “Furthermore, I haven’t sensed any strange magic.”

This place is fraught with danger, and Yefrit is quite fragile, so of course she has been maintaining her Scaled Angel form.

Although this state consumes a lot of magic power, she doesn't care; the amount consumed is less than the amount recovered.

Miss.1 said with a smile, "Because I mean it."

She said, "Roya, the Holy Father, that old monster, used to be a villain involved in the black market. As a result, at the age of thirty, he suffered retribution and was diagnosed with a terminal illness."

"In order to survive, he studied dark magic and made some achievements. Then he was noticed by a demon—Tomon, who shared his life but on the condition that the demon help him evolve."

"Then, the old monster created this organization to search for clues about demons all over the world and study demons."

"He wanted immortality, while Tormon wanted to evolve."

"Some time ago, the 'Kabbalah Goddess' behind you—that's what they called her—speculated that the Kabbalah Goddess was the ultimate form of the demon they had seen in a short piece of information back then—a demon that had touched the divine realm."

"Immortality, invincibility, the ultimate knowledge, one foot on the door of truth, the perfect state of alchemical creation, the ultimate manifestation of magic—this is what they see as Kabbalah."

“They’re insane,” Miss.1 said. “If the demon behind you is really that powerful, then why would they kidnap you? Aren’t they just asking for death?”

“So I guess—” Miss.1 looked at Yefrit’s other side of her body, as if she were looking at Miko, and said, “Either the lady next to you is not powerful, but simply a high-ranking demon. In that case, they will not be able to get the path of evolution. Once the old monster Roya dies, I am unwilling to let Tomon find the next collaborator. And the new collaborator, the leader of this organization, may not tolerate me.”

"Either the lady next to you truly represents the ultimate evil, then they are courting death, they are kidnapping beings of the same level as the legendary Zeref and Acnologia."

"Neither way is a good ending for me."

"Fortunately."

Miss.1 smiled and touched Yefrit's chin with her fingers, then gently slid them down to his neck. She blew a fragrant breath towards him and said, "I've taken a liking to you. As long as you take me away, whatever they do is none of my business."

“Women, you know,” Miss.1 said, draping her leg over Yefrit’s thigh. “If you can’t rely on your father, then you have to rely on your husband.”

Yefried pushed her thighs apart and said, "I'm not buying it."

“You were clearly eating, and the gun was so hard you couldn’t control it. I used scale powder to help you control it,” Miko said in a strange tone.

"The Kabbalah Goddess" Yefrit murmured.

"Don't call me that, it's an awful name!" Miko immediately covered her ears and said, "My name is Miko, what happened before has nothing to do with me, I am now the demon Miko!"

Seeing Miko like this, Yefrit felt a bit conflicted.

I wonder what that legendary female alchemist, whose skills were once unparalleled, would think if she saw this scene today.

In her quest for immortality, Miko transformed herself into a demon. Now, however, she refuses to acknowledge what happened back then—is this kind of immortality, which is akin to becoming a completely different person, truly meaningful?

Let's recount the three immortal beings.

It all seems quite painful.

"Ugh," Miss.1 said, placing her hand on her chest with a hint of grievance.

A magic circle appeared on her chest, and then a knife hilt emerged.

She grabbed the hilt of the knife, reached in and pulled out a green short sword.

She said, "If this sword is plunged into that old monster's body, he will surely die."

She handed the sword to Yefrit and said, "Have you thought it through?"

She waved her hand casually.

'Boom'

The passageway beside them, along with the dozen or so organization members who were following them, was all sliced ​​open by invisible blades!

Blood immediately flowed all over the ground!

“You have three choices,” Miss.1 said. “First, verbally agree to take me back to your noble estate. I can tell you like that Mirajane, so I can agree to be the second one.”

"That way, I won't intervene when you attack."

"Second, you stab that old monster and kill him. After that, if anyone in this organization tries to harm you, I will help you kill them. Of course, you also have to take me away."

"three"

Miss.1's voice turned cold: "If you still don't want me before the fight, I'll kill your woman."