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The Harvest Festival was the biggest event in town, and each time it was held, there were always some interesting activities.
"Boss, are you serious about Sister Fairy Tail participating in this year's Harvest Festival?"
Jin looked at the magazine in his hands; both the Boss and the Boss's wife certainly knew how to pose for the camera.
"I'm not really keen on hosting it."
No matter how carefree Newton was, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being involved in a beauty contest where his girlfriend was participating. Was he pulling strings behind the scenes or not?
"But the guild is already in an uproar about it, and there’s been quite a positive response from the girls. Let's just go ahead with it and contribute a bit of funding as our sponsorship."
"Fine, but what about Miraj…"
Jin glanced at Newton. He was putting up the money only to take it back later. Although he had done plenty of questionable things, this felt a bit too shady, especially considering the rankings.
"I won't participate; let everyone vote together."
Newton shook his head. He had no intention of getting involved in such a troublesome affair. He still remembered the Trojan War, or rather its origins—thanks to that damned Golden Apple.
Jin nodded and began making preparations.
Then Erza approached Newton to get her armor adjusted since it was a bit tight around her chest.
"You..."
Newton rubbed his temples. He had almost forgotten that Erza was still just a girl under twenty, still in her growth phase.
"Alright, let me take your measurements first."
Newton did not leave immediately; instead, he looked at Miraj. Miraj smiled and shook her head, indicating that Newton could do as he pleased. Newton let out a breath, but then remembered that he wasn’t the one measuring Erza’s bust himself, so why should he feel guilty? He straightened up, but when Miraj shot him a knowing glance, he wilted again.
He accompanied Erza to the changing room and sat outside, casually flipping through the latest information.
If it were just a simple adjustment of armor, Newton could manage that. However, for precise modifications, he needed to take detailed measurements of Erza's body.
Before long, Erza emerged, holding a piece of paper that detailed her measurements and body statistics.
At that moment, Newton had no impure thoughts. He glanced at the numbers on the paper and placed his hand on the armor. An Alchemy Array appeared, and the armor underwent subtle changes that made it look as if nothing had altered.
“All done.”
Newton looked up but realized that Erza had already gone to pick out clothes. It seemed she was browsing through outfits from Paradise Tower. Well, in the past, Erza often chose clothes while Newton worked on her armor.
“I heard you’re planning a Sister Fairy Tail event for the Harvest Festival?”
Newton observed the swimsuit in Erza's hands—one that was quite revealing—and combined with the numbers he had just seen, he felt a bit warm.
He took a deep gulp of cold water to suppress the heat rising within him.
“It’s not me; it’s the Guild. I have no intention of participating.”
Newton shook his head and stood up to join Erza, picking up a white dress.
“Are you interested?”
He held the dress up in front of Erza.
"Of course, this is a competition!"
Newton chuckled, having forgotten how competitive Erza could be.
"Does this look good?"
Erza picked up the dress and walked to the mirror, examining herself from side to side.
"Yeah, it's a change of image."
Newton nodded.
"You usually have a tough, cold, and serious demeanor. Occasionally wearing something fresh like this gives people a refreshing feeling."
"A change of image, huh?"
Erza nodded.
"Then, how about this outfit?"
Suddenly, Erza changed into a different outfit, and then...
"Hiss..."
Newton felt awkward right away, but Erza was unbothered; after all, they had often bathed together.
"It's a bit much."
Erza shook her head, looking at the Gothic Lolita outfit she was wearing, a gift from Newton when she was installing her fake eye.
There was no helping it; Newton was studying Pharmacology with Poluchika at that time and happened to be with Erza. Back then, Erza was clad in full armor. Two children, one reclusive and the other proud, it was no surprise they clashed. Although Newton had a mature mindset, it was precisely because of that maturity that issues arose. The most critical point was that ever since Erza arrived, she had been stuck in her old armor, which looked terribly outdated. Everyone loves beautiful things, especially someone like Newton who studied the mystical arts; there were plenty of aesthetic elements in mysticism. So, Newton decided to teach Erza about beauty. Of course, Erza would not easily take off her armor, leaving Newton with no choice but to resort to force.
In the end, Newton defeated Erza. There was no way around it; when it came to combat, he simply outmatched her, especially with his superior equipment. Erza thought Newton would do something drastic to her, but he merely handed her a set of clothes.
"Are you really a girl?"
Newton asked as he rummaged through Erza's clothes.
"You know, girls need to know how to dress themselves."
And so the Gothic Lolita outfit came to be. From that moment on, Erza fell completely in love with fashion, while Newton couldn't help but chuckle at how she looked in the outfit.
"What are you laughing at?"
Erza asked, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"Nothing much. It's just that you were so cute back then."
Newton's words made Erza roll her eyes and choose to ignore this strange guy.
Using his Alchemy skills, Newton remade the outfit to fit better; it still had a very short skirt style, especially around the chest area, accentuating Erza's fullness.
"Try it on; this should fit much better now."
Erza took the clothes and went into the fitting room to change. When she walked out, she looked absolutely perfect. Even Newton had to admit that Erza's charm was unparalleled; she could easily stand alongside Miraj without losing any ground.
"Smack!"
Newton slapped himself across the face.
"What happened?"
Erza looked at Newton in surprise, unable to comprehend why he suddenly hit himself.
"It's nothing, nothing," Newton waved his hand, cursing himself inwardly.
"You should have finished those remaining armors by now. Bring one out; I'll reforge them all for you."
Before long, over a hundred sets of armor were repaired by Newton.
"Alright, let's head back."
Of course, Newton wouldn't forget to bring some clothes back for Miraj. Along the way, various shops had already begun preparing for the Harvest Festival.
"I hope nothing goes wrong during this Harvest Festival."
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