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"Hello everyone, I'm Jason, a reporter from Weekly Srerek!"
A man with a hairstyle resembling a lightning rod shouted as he arrived at Fairy Tail.
"Wow! Wow! It's really Erza!"
"So this is what a Weekly Srerek reporter is like; they are quite excited."
Lucy was at a loss for how to react. The guy in front of her certainly didn't look like a typical reporter. In Lucy's mind, reporters were supposed to be the ones holding microphones and notepads, constantly asking questions and taking notes. Was his constant shouting just his catchphrase? What Lucy didn't realize was that she was even more excited than she let on. It wasn't just about the reporter; Lucy had always aspired to be a writer, so fame was important to her. After all, who wouldn't want to have a dream of being well-known?
"Hello, I am—"
But Jason completely ignored Lucy and rushed over to Erza, bombarding her with questions.
"Erza, how many sets of armor do you have?"
"About a hundred sets..."
It was a perfectly normal question, just like any ordinary reporter would ask. Of course, it would have been better if he could ignore the dejected Lucy standing off to the side.
"So, which set of armor is your favorite?"
"Hmm, the Bunny Girl!"
"Bunny Girl!?"
Jason was taken aback by Erza's answer; he never expected her favorite would be something like Bunny Girl attire.
"Because the bunny girl's ears are so cute!"
It was a very typical response from Erza, and even Jason felt a bit helpless. After interviewing Erza, Lucy thought it was finally her turn, but who would have thought that even Haru was more famous than her? Watching the reporters ask Haru questions, Lucy felt utterly defeated. After finally managing to attract some attention from the reporters, they bypassed her and went straight to Gray, then to Natsu. Lucy couldn't take it anymore and decided to pull out her big guns!
"Do you want a bunny girl outfit?"
Miraj looked surprised, not understanding why Lucy would want something like that. Could it be that Lucy had finally awakened to an extraordinary hobby?
"I actually do have one, but what do you need it for?"
"Miraj, have you prepared my clothes yet?"
At that moment, Iron Dragon Gajeel rushed in, clearly surprised to see Lucy.
"Yeah, it's all ready."
Miraj handed Gajeel a suit and sunglasses, then rummaged through the wardrobe until she quickly found a bunny girl costume.
"Here you go. But you’re not in some kind of trouble, are you? If you are, you must tell us; everyone in the Guild will help you."
Seeing Miraj's worried expression made Lucy feel a bit embarrassed.
"It's not like that! I’ve actually always wanted to be a writer, and I also want to be a magazine model..."
Lucy raised her head and began to cry like a child.
"Actually, you could ask Isaac for help. Although he doesn't have a magazine, I'm sure he would be willing to assist you. Plus, as a writer, he could help you find a publisher."
Miraj smiled at Lucy.
"Forget it. I actually want to rely on my own strength. I've already written so much, and even if no one reads it in the end, I'll still be satisfied."
Lucy quickly regained her composure, a smile already gracing her face.
"Isaac... are you still cooking?"
Miraj looked at Newton with some exasperation. This time, however, there were many more types of animals left behind, not just chickens; larger animals like pigs, cows, and sheep had also been set aside by Newton.
"Yes, but the transformation of the Philosopher's Stone is more difficult than I imagined."
Newton sighed, putting down the knife and stretching.
"I heard the reporters have arrived?"
"Yes, now Lucy is racking her brain to get on camera."
Miraj said this with a broad smile.
"On camera?"
Various unspoken rules and images immediately flashed through Newton's mind. He shook his head; surely people nowadays didn't know about such things.
"What's wrong? Does Lucy want to be famous?"
"Um..."
Miraj immediately brought up Lucy's dream.
"Home?"
Newton seemed to recall something.
"It's a good thing to have dreams, and it's even better to be able to stick with them."
"Issac? What is your dream?"
Miraj suddenly became curious.
"You're not a gossip columnist."
Ignoring Miraj's confusion, Newton wiped his hands and then wrapped his arm around her waist.
"My initial dream was to prove the existence of the mysterious, and now that I've really done that, what I want next is probably to spend the rest of my life with you. Of course, it would be even better if I could go home."
"Exactly! I still don't know what your family situation is like, Issac."
If it were Lucy or Gray or Natsu, it wouldn't matter if she didn't know. But after all, Newton was her lover, and who knows when she might have to meet his parents? Thinking of this made Miraj's face flush red, and steam seemed to rise from the top of her head.
"Meet... meet... meet the parents..."
Miraj covered her face, while Newton looked at her with amusement. Seeing her flushed cheeks, he wore a gentle smile. In another world, his parents would be pleased to know that their son had found such a sweet and lovely daughter-in-law. With that thought in mind, Newton leaned in and kissed Miraj's lips.
"Click!"
A flash went off, followed by the crisp sound of a shutter. Jason stared in awe at the scene before him, capturing this envious moment forever. His fingers moved instinctively, and it wasn't until Newton glanced over that Jason jolted back to reality.
"I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude; it was just a reflex..."
"Thank you."
To Jason's surprise, he expected Newton to react differently, considering he had essentially invaded their privacy. However, Newton simply thanked him.
"Um, about the photo..."
"If you want to publish it in your magazine, go ahead. Just make sure to send me a copy of the developed photo if you can."
Newton's request was straightforward, and there was no harm in showcasing their affection. The photo soon became one of the magazine's most envied images among men and most coveted by women, but more importantly, it garnered silent blessings for the couple from many.
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