While carrying out their tracking plan, Ankh and Mirajane were bickering like a young married couple.
Meanwhile, Lisanna was having an animated conversation with Frey up ahead.
"Based on your description, Ankh probably likes your sister," Frey analyzed calmly after listening to Lisanna's account.
Lisanna immediately became excited. "Really? But why does Ankh-nii keep being hot and cold toward sister?"
Frey shook her head gently and smiled. "I've never met Ankh in person, so my abilities are limited here. But I can still offer you some presumptuous analysis—just don't tell anyone else."
Lisanna quickly nodded, swearing earnestly. "Whoever snitch will be a puppy!"
Frey couldn't help but stroke Lisanna's hair, speaking gently.
"I know about Ankh—his appearance could make men jealous and women feel inferior. A man like that, with strength ranking among the Ten Wizard Saints on the continent, would naturally create distance with anyone."
Just as Lisanna was about to speak, Frey immediately interrupted.
"I know what you want to say. Ankh definitely doesn't keep distance with his own guild members."
"But love is different. In this aspect, even an excellent girl like Mirajane would probably hesitate."
Lisanna asked puzzledly, "If you like someone, you just like them. Why hesitate?"
Frey chuckled softly and looked at Lisanna with affection.
"You're still young, and your personality is different from your sister's, so you wouldn't think this way."
After speaking, Frey sighed thoughtfully.
"I heard Mirajane's personality has changed quite a bit over the years, probably because... she couldn't quite keep up with that person's pace, so she decided to change her approach to continue waiting by his side..."
Lisanna nodded, only half-understanding.
Frey didn't mind how much Lisanna actually understood, continuing:
"Ankh's world is too vast. For Mirajane, there will eventually be women who pose greater threats to her. So Mirajane choosing this way to accompany Ankh is actually quite clever."
Lisanna nodded, completely confused by Frey's elaborate reasoning...
Frey stroked Lisanna's hair. "Don't worry about these things. This isn't something you need to understand yet."
Lisanna nodded and was about to express her thanks when a loud shout suddenly came from ahead!
"Take your hands off her!"
Lisanna froze, while Frey looked up in surprise toward the front.
From where he had been hiding, Ankh could no longer endure Frey's repeated "flirtatious" gestures and rushed out uncontrollably, charging toward the two like an unleashed wild dog.
Behind him, Mirajane, who had been trying to hold him back by the waist, was dragged along and lifted into the air, utterly powerless to stop the impulsive Ankh...
Lisanna was momentarily stunned before exclaiming with delight.
"Ankh-nii! You're back!"
"And you're here too, nee-san!"
Mirajane nodded somewhat awkwardly, while Ankh huffed and crossed his arms, scanning Frey as he began berating her.
"Who are you, punk?"
Frey replied calmly, "I'm a woman."
"Oh? So you're a woman? Even if you were a—" Ankh blurted out before his brain caught up.
A woman?
A woman!
How could she be a woman?!
Ankh rudely let his gaze drop downward, and then...
He couldn't tell anything—no curves at all.
This guy... Ah, no, this girl... she really pulled off the male disguise well, in every aspect...
After carefully confirming her gender, the anger on Ankh's face gradually shifted into embarrassment.
After a long pause, under Frey's composed gaze, he stammered out.
"Hey there, sis... have you eaten?"
Frey furrowed her brows and remained silent.
Ankh forced a strained smile, unable to withstand Frey's piercing stare, and hurriedly said.
"I've got things to do, I'm out of here!"
Lisanna scratched her head in confusion and quickly chased after him while shouting.
"Wait for me, Ankh-nii!"
Watching Ankh flee in panic, followed closely by Lisanna, Frey finally revealed a knowing smile.
Mirajane watched the two hurriedly depart, her eyes unconsciously tinged with a complex emotion...
Soon, she turned around, her beautiful eyes fixed firmly on the valiant Frey and asked.
"Did you see it?"
Frey sighed and nodded. "Yes, Ankh's thread of fate..."
Now, Mirajane finally carried a hint of the Demon aura Ankh was familiar with.
Her exquisite face was icy cold, but her tone was filled with unease.
"Will he and I become lovers?"
Frey looked at Mirajane helplessly.
"I've told you before—I can't reveal the outcome of any love to anyone in advance."
Mirajane's gaze turned cold, her pale hand gradually tinged with threads of black Magic Power, as she whispered.
"You won't say, no matter what?"
Frey showed no fear and nodded softly. "I cannot say."
Mirajane's expression darkened, but she soon waved her hand, dispersing the Magic Power from her palm.
Frey secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Although I can't tell you the outcome of this relationship, the advice you asked me for earlier was correct."
Mirajane nodded, a smile finally gracing her pretty face.
"His attitude toward me has really changed a lot."
Frey shook her head, unable to suppress a sigh in her heart.
Mirajane had met Frey long before and sought her advice.
And today's encounter between Ankh and Frey was no coincidence...
Mirajane had once come to Frey in distress, seeking guidance, and at that time, Frey had offered her insight.
Ankh is like an eagle—a majestic bird with no place to perch, forever soaring toward distant horizons.
But Mirajane is merely a fledgling sparrow, barely able to watch the eagle's soaring silhouette from afar, let alone dream of sharing the skies with him.
So, Frey tentatively suggested to her that instead of being that sparrow, she might as well become a tolerant tree, where a lonely eagle could always find a place to rest when weary.
It seemed... it was because of these words that Mirajane's outward personality underwent an earth-shaking transformation.
However, what worried Frey was the fear that despite all her efforts, Mirajane might still end up with nothing...
Mirajane looked seriously at Frey and asked.
"I'll just ask you one question: in the fate you saw for Ankh, is there any possibility for me, even if it's just a sliver? This shouldn't cross your bottom line, right?"
Frey hesitated for a moment, gazing into Mirajane's eyes as if seeing her past self—the one who had gained the ability to see through all truths.
She spoke quietly and said.
"There is, but it's very small."
"That's enough." Mirajane clenched her fist silently. "As long as there's a possibility, it's enough."
Frey sighed, watching Mirajane as she turned and walked away, silently praying in her heart.
'Ankh is different from others; even I can't fully see through his details, so... Mirajane... good luck...'
Meanwhile, Ankh, who was socially dead and fleeing the scene as fast as he could, suddenly heard a familiar voice in his mind.
[That girl's ability is quite interesting.]