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

Meanwhile, in the living quarters' canteen, Ron was the only one eating his dinner.

"As expected of the Council's provisions, this food is better than many restaurants."

After a long day of travel, most of the advanced participants chose to stay in their rooms to rest or go to the training grounds to hone their magic.

Just as Ron was enjoying his meal, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Lord Ron, do you mind if I sit here?"

Lahar, carrying a tray, came over and wanted to sit with Ron.

"Please sit wherever you like."

Ron nodded and responded casually.

After all, there were still many empty seats at the table he was sitting at, and the two of them knew each other, so he didn't mind sharing a table with someone else.

Lahar smiled and then sat down.

His eating manners were very elegant, befitting someone who has received an education.

"Lord Ron, you'll be the first contestant to go on stage tomorrow. Aren't you nervous?"

After seeing the match list, Lahar could feel the atmosphere in the arena become tense. Some people had lost their appetite and wanted to rest, while others were scrambling to occupy the training area.

Only Ron looked relaxed and started eating right away.

"It's alright, I'm just here to make an appearance, as for the outcome, I'll leave it to fate."

I'm hungry; I can't just not eat.

He had a general understanding of the enemy's information, but he was still unsure how strong Cobra was compared to his strength in the original story. He would only know the general situation when he faced him tomorrow.

Anyway, he's been preparing for so long, let's figure out how to handle it when he gets on the field.

If it's really stronger than we imagined, then we can just reveal our trump card.

Lahar paused for a moment, then kindly offered some advice:

"Don't approach this assessment with that mindset, I'm afraid you'll regret it later..."

Just as Lahar was about to continue persuading Ron, a light footstep stopped beside their table, interrupting their conversation.

The person who arrived was Urutia, who was wearing the academy uniform.

She gave a gentle, slightly shy smile and cautiously approached Ron.

"Excuse me, hello, are you Ron from the Pure White Theater?"

Urudia, blushing, cupped her hands to her chest, her eyes shining with excitement, and exclaimed:

"I'm a huge fan of yours! Could you please sign my autograph?!"

"Cough, cough, cough~!"

Ron was still eating a piece of meat when he suddenly heard her speak in a high-pitched voice, uttering the standard lines that fans use when meeting their idols. He almost choked on his own spiel.

He quickly pounded his chest, grabbed the cup next to him, and took a big gulp before he could barely swallow the piece of meat.

Ron raised his head and looked at Ultear with a madman-like gaze.

He wanted to ask her directly what she wanted to do, but then he remembered that Lahar was still there.

He looked over, and although Lahar was eating his lunch, he was still looking at Ron and the others with curious eyes.

In the end, Ron chose not to expose her and played along, feigning surprise on his face.

"Yes, but it's not very convenient here. How about I sign it for you next time?"

"Oh, it's alright."

Ultear was prepared for Ron's response.

She covered her cheeks with her hands, shyly shook her shoulders, and responded:

"Then you can come to my room and tell me more about your rise to wealth?"

"I...I'm really interested..."

"Ahem~!"

This time, it was Lahar's turn to almost choke.

Only then did Ron realize what Ultear meant, and he lowered his head and casually picked up the spoon.

"What a hassle, I haven't even finished eating yet..."

Lahar nodded quickly, thankfully Ron still knew how to keep himself pure.

"Yes, it's improper for a man and a woman to be alone in a room together."

Miss, I still advise you...

boom!

Ultear instantly grabbed Ron's wrist from the table, making a clattering sound, and interrupted Lahar's attempts to persuade him.

Ron looked over, and she still had that smile, but the veins on her forehead were still bulging out.

You idiot, I've put on such a performance, can't you give me some face?

Ron rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Fine, how about this?"

Ron grabbed Ultear's wrist with his other hand.

Ultear loosened her grip in surprise, and just like that, the situation reversed, and it was Ron's turn to grab her.

Under Lahar's astonished gaze, Ron stood up and said expressionlessly:

"Since you're so interested, why don't you come to my room? I feel safer there, what do you say?"

hiss~!

Lahar gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

Ultear's forehead veins bulged more and more, but with Lahar present and unable to break free from Ron's grasp, he suppressed his anger.

She laughed shyly, covered her burning face, and replied:

"Okay, okay, then I won't stand on ceremony."

"Let's go."

Ron chuckled, then pulled Ultear toward the corridor of the living quarters.

Lahar, left standing there with his water glass in hand, stared dumbfounded at the two pulling and tugging at each other, then at their receding figures, his glasses almost slipping off his face.

What's going on here? This woman actually agreed to go with her?!

We've only just met, how come things are progressing so quickly?!

Rahar pushed up his glasses, feeling a tremendous shock, his worldview shattered.

Are teenage mages really living such unrestrained private lives these days?!

He even began to seriously consider that if he were to become a candidate for the council, he should propose strengthening moral education.

Along the way, Ultear tried to break free several times, but found that Ron's hand was still motionless.

Ron followed the corridor to his room.

He opened the door and waited for both of them to go inside before he relaxed his grip.

Ultear then shook off Ron's hand, paused for a moment, and then walked toward the wooden door.

boom!

Ultear kicked the wooden door shut, then cast a spell on it, imprinting black runes onto the door, which then lit up.

Only after using a soundproofing spell did Urudia remove her disguise.

She gave Ron a wary look, crossed her arms, and stared at him.

Why are you here?

At this moment, her voice returned to normal, but her tone still carried anger.

Ron smiled at her angry gaze and leisurely sat down on his mattress.

"I got in based on my own merit, of course."

He then looked up at Urutia and said:

"This is definitely the way you look best. Now, let me formally greet you."

Long time no see, you ugly monster.