Night fell, and the banquet began.
The palace lights were brilliant, illuminating every corner. The singing was melodious and soothing, like dancing spirits. The interior was magnificently decorated with carved railings and jade-like masonry, the layout exuding nobility and elegance.
The dining tables were filled with all kinds of delicacies, desserts, wines, and drinks—everything one could want. There were no strict rules, allowing the Mages to indulge and revel to their hearts' content.
Wendy and Sherria, the pair of sisters, had already gathered together, happily picking out desserts.
"It looks so delicious..."
Mavis watched longingly, smacking her lips from time to time.
"You're a ghost now," Zera reminded her. She picked up a piece of dessert and began eating happily, making Mavis drool with envy.
Laxus had hooked up with Jenny Realight from Blue Pegasus, and the two were acting all lovey-dovey.
Of course, Laxus was tall and handsome, never lacking for female admirers. He changed girlfriends more often than he changed clothes.
Poor Fried hid in a corner, tears streaming down his face. Seeing this, Bickslow was speechless. Was this guy really gay?
Irene chose a gorgeous black dress, her long hair pinned up in a mature bun, wearing scarlet earrings and an exquisite necklace.
Her perfect figure, with its ample curves, traced a nearly flawless silhouette. Her slender feet in a pair of high heels made her look even more sexy and charming.
Seeing her mother's outfit, Erza was somewhat speechless: "Don't you think that's a bit too provocative?"
She herself wore a purple dress. The slim-fit design accentuated her tiny waist, but it only slightly exposed her shoulders, leaning towards a conservative style.
Irene had already attracted the gazes of countless old perverts. She puffed out her chest and raised her head, saying triumphantly, "Do you even understand the charm of a mature woman?"
Those old perverts had the desire but not the guts. This was the strongest female Mage in the Kingdom of Fiore, and her man was the strongest in Fiore. Striking up a conversation with her was practically a death wish.
Soon, Acnologia arrived wearing a suit. Irene immediately abandoned Little Erza and went to meet him, gently taking his arm: "You look very handsome today."
"It's a palace banquet, after all. I have to dress formally."
Acnologia reached out and took a glass of red wine, then gently swirled it. Everyone was a noble now; how could they not act a little elegant?
Of course, with the exception of the two guys hiding in the corner and stuffing their faces.
Erza also came over: "Dad!"
Acnologia looked at her outfit, which was rather conservative. He remembered that in the original work, Erza was brave enough to walk home completely naked. Was it because she was still too young?
But it didn't matter. Being a bit conservative was good. He didn't want those punks seeing his daughter's body.
He praised her: "You look very beautiful today!"
The corners of Erza's mouth curled up uncontrollably, but she still feigned displeasure: "Am I not beautiful normally?"
Acnologia laughed: "How could that be? My daughter is the most beautiful in the world."
"The most beautiful?"
"The absolute most beautiful!"
"Thanks, Dad! You're also the most handsome in the world!"
Erza showed a Happy expression, leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and then ran off quickly, leaving Acnologia with a silly grin on his face.
Irene was a bit jealous. This guy didn't seem to have praised her beauty. She gave Acnologia's waist a hard pinch, snapping him out of it.
Acnologia watched as Irene huffily left him and strode forward, his face full of confusion: "What happened?"
But it didn't matter. Irene was the type of woman who was easy to coax. He'd have her back in a few words.
Just as Acnologia walked over, Irene handed him a bottle of wine and said calmly, "Let's drink. The loser has to run home naked!"
"Naked?"
Acnologia was speechless. It was fine if he had to run naked, but it wasn't okay for his wife to run naked. In the end, he'd probably be the one running back naked anyway.
"Count me in. The loser goes back naked!" Cana came over holding a glass of red wine.
Gray said confidently, "Count me in too!"
"Please put on some pants before you speak."
Acnologia rolled his eyes at him. Doesn't this guy go naked every day? What difference would winning or losing make?
Gray was shocked: "Eh... when did that happen?"
Mirajane arrived with Lucy, Levy, Wendy, Erza... and many other beauties. She smiled and said, "We'll play too."
Seeing them strike sexy poses one by one, the eyes of the people nearby almost popped out.
"With your 'one-glass-and-you're-out' tolerance, do you not plan on wearing clothes on the way back?"
Laxus felt they had no idea about their own limits, daring to join in on anything.
Makarov approached with a group of old perverts: "We can join too!"
Everyone's faces darkened. You shameless old geezers, don't come over and hurt our eyes.
Ultear said with a mischievous grin, "What's the fun in one person running naked? Why don't our guilds compete? The losing guild's members all have to run back naked!"
Meredy was aghast: "Ur, are you crazy? There are so many of them, and there are only three of us."
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