Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious?

After receiving permission, Doronbo entered Ron's room.

He took a deep breath; he had finally found his chance.

He turned to face Ron and said anxiously:

"Actually, Captain, I want to tell you that Paris is acting strangely!"

After speaking, Doronbo anticipated that Ron would be stunned on the spot, and then asked him in a panic what to do.

To everyone's surprise, after hearing what Doronbo had to say, Ron simply nodded calmly.

"I know, you came here just to tell me this?"

Doronbo stared wide-eyed at his dark-circled eyes with an expression of disbelief.

"The commander already knew?"

"Yes, that's what you wanted to tell me on the train?"

Doronbo was caught red-handed by Ron and lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I saw him fold a paper crane before boarding the train and then release it, which is why I wanted to tell you when I boarded the train.”

However, at the time, my position made it difficult to expose him, and I only found the opportunity tonight to confess this to you.

Ron nodded thoughtfully, then sighed and patted Dombo on the shoulder.

"Actually, it wasn't just on the day he got on the train. He's been doing this secretly every day for the past few days. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably tipping off his accomplices."

Doronbo stared blankly at Ron, thinking, "Am I really that naive? The captain even knows this?!"

"Director, since you know that they are infiltrating your theater troupe, how can you be so calm? Shouldn't you be terrified?"

"What's so surprising? He works so hard, unlike you who tried to steal my money before. Why expose him?"

Ron rolled his eyes, feeling disgusted with the overreacting temporary employee.

Fear? It's Paris's accomplices who should be afraid.

Look who's around him. To his right is Ur, who's said to have the potential to become one of the Ten Wizard Saints, and to his left is Gildarts, the strongest in the West. I'm also keeping an eye on Paris. With this lineup, what does he have to be afraid of?

Seeing that Doronbo was not entirely at ease, Ron opened the door and gestured for Doronbo to follow.

“Let’s go, I know where he is now, let’s go see him for ourselves.”

Doron followed behind Ron and tiptoed out of the hotel.

Ron used his mental power to sense the magic implanted in Paris and finally pinpointed his location.

After walking through several streets, Ron quietly hid in another secret passage and peeked out.

Doronbo followed Ron's gaze and indeed spotted Paris, who had sneaked out.

Paris took out the book he always carried with him, opened it, and tore out a page.

He skillfully folded the paper into a paper crane, and inadvertently infused it with magic.

Doronbo became agitated and whispered to Ron.

"That's right, that's how he sends messages."

"Calm down, just watch quietly."

Paris looked at the paper crane in his palm, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Once this paper crane is released, your guild might be ready to take action.

"This is finally coming to an end..."

Paris lost both his parents when he was young, and was taken in and raised by the Dark Guild, Nightwalkers. He relied on the guild to survive from a young age and could only act according to their orders.

Just then, his palm trembled slightly, and the paper crane showed no sign of taking off.

His face, with his head bowed, showed an expression of struggle and pain.

"I've been really happy these past few days..."

He thought about the memories of spending the past few days with Ron and the others, a warmth he had never experienced while in the Dark Guild.

These were the first friends he had ever made, and it was a rare opportunity to meet a group of people his own age. He was torn between these difficult choices.

Tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto his paper crane, soaking it.

He gradually lowered his hand, gently covering the paper crane in his palm.

Finally, he took a deep breath, clenched his fist, crumpled the paper crane in his palm into scrap paper, and threw it into the fountain next to him.

Paris then turned and left, but froze when he saw the two people behind him.

He then lowered his head with a wry smile, a look of relief on his face, and turned to speak:

"So you already knew all along? When did you find out?"

Standing before them were Ron and Doronbo. After seeing Paris's actions, Ron and Doronbo stepped forward.

When Dombo saw Paris's final action, he was stunned, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down after Paris threw away the paper crane.

Ron shook his head and said with a smile:

"You were exposed the moment you first appeared."

When Paris, with the enthusiastic demeanor of a fan, personally praised Grey and Leo's acting skills, Ron began to suspect him.

After all, how could Grey and Leo's atrocious acting possibly attract real fans?

Chapter 82 A Visit

Ron shook his head and continued:

“If you were saying my script was alright, I might have been fooled for a while. Your reasoning is terrible.”

"So there was a mistake from the very beginning?"

Upon hearing Ron's reason, Paris wore a wry smile, a mixture of emotions welling up inside him.

"Now that you've caught me, are you going to kick me out of the troupe?"

Paris had already prepared himself mentally and walked up to Ron.

Before Ron could speak, Doronbo eagerly offered a suggestion from the side.

"Commander, since he's not sending any messages, let's take this opportunity to quickly inform the Council. That way we can..."

"Toronpo, don't be so tense."

Ron interrupted his sense of urgency, then his gaze returned to Paris in front of him.

"Let's put the theater troupe aside for now. Tell me all the information you have about your companions."

Then, fold another new paper crane and tell your companions.

Upon hearing this, Paris and Dombo were taken aback.

"Why not fold an extra one?"

At this moment, Ron pulled out the scroll and smiled:

"It's nothing, I just wanted to pay a visit."

……

Late at night, on the outskirts of Magnolia, outside the basement rented by the Dark Guild Nightwalkers, a member of the magic community was standing guard near the door.

He frowned and paced impatiently along the streets near the building.

The news from Paris is getting later and later; it still hasn't arrived.

Then the lookout would occasionally look up, and just as his patience was about to run out, there was a slight change in the sky.

The paper crane appeared swaying and wobbling above the nearby buildings.

The members of the Dark Guild's impatience lessened slightly; they had been waiting for so long, and it had finally arrived.

He raised his palm, and the paper crane, as if sensing his presence, slowly descended.

Then the paper crane floated into his hand, and he looked down at it.

"Hmph, you've waited so long, you'll be in for it when you get back... huh?"

Just as he received the paper crane, a black shadow resembling a small bird suddenly flew quickly over his head, startling him for a moment.

He frowned and looked up, but there wasn't a single bird in sight. Where did that dark shadow come from?

"Is it an illusion? Let's report to Chairman Kafch first."

He didn't pay much attention, turned around, took the paper crane, and returned to the temporary base camp.

"President Kafche, the latest news has finally arrived!"

He opened the main door of the base, stood at the entrance on the first floor, and reported to Chairman Kafche in the hall below.

"Very good, this time Fairy Tail...!"

Kafche casually raised his head, but halfway through his sentence, the smile on his face froze instantly, his pupils contracted, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Not only him, but all the members in the basement hall looked up and turned to look in the direction of the entrance, all showing surprised expressions.

"Who are you?!"

Kafch frowned and shouted sternly.

In the basement lobby, everyone's eyes were fixed on the direction of the members above, staring at them in a daze.

He felt oppressed by everyone's stares, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"What are you talking about? Don't you recognize me?"

"They're not asking you, they're asking me."

Just then, a boy's voice suddenly rang out from behind the member.

The sentry gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

A chill ran down his spine, but he stiffly moved his body and turned his head away.

Only then did he realize that a gray-haired boy had been standing silently behind him at some point!

What's going on? Why can't I sense any magical energy fluctuations from this boy?!

Ron, who had already been driven into the form of [Heaven and Tyrant], did not care about the gazes of these dark guild members. He took another step forward and stood next to the sentry.

He put his hands in his pockets, leisurely looked around at the sparsely furnished basement, and sighed.

"So this is your temporary base? This hall is so shabby!"

The sentry standing next to him finally came to his senses, and after seeing Ron's face clearly, he revealed angry eyes.

"Wait, I recognize you. You're the director of the Pure White Theatre Company, the one Paris mentioned in the intelligence report?!"

The members below suddenly realized what was happening and began to make a fuss.

"That's right, it seems that kid Paris has betrayed us!"

"This kid who can only act is practically asking for death by coming here!"

"His magic fluctuations are so weak, and he's just an actor, yet he dares to be so arrogant!"

President Kafch did not sit in the lower hall, but instead frowned and silently looked at Ron.

The sentry closest to Ron immediately pounced on him, their hands glowing with the light of magic circles.

"Kid, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ron didn't look directly at the members beside him, maintaining his relaxed expression.

Snapped!

Just as the sentry was about to touch Ron, the latter raised his hand with a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye and grabbed the other's wrist with one hand.

The cracking sound of bones breaking came from his wrist, and the magic circle that had been forming instantly froze and dissipated its light.

"too slow."

boom!

Before the members could even react to what was happening, Ron's other hand swiftly transformed from a palm into a blade, striking the member's side of the neck!