prynovel Chapter 593 593
Chapter 593 593
The disappearance of Marco and Laxus cast another heavy shadow over the hearts of Fairy Tail's members.
Especially since Mavis had described the situation at the time as extremely dangerous, everyone's hearts could not help but hang in suspense, because Marco and Laxus had indeed not appeared by their side.
"Then where did they go?"
After returning to the ship, everyone began discussing it with gloomy expressions.
If Marco and Laxus had already gotten out of danger, then why had they still not come back? Could it really be that he could not locate them?
"No way. With us here, Master would definitely be able to locate us."
Hisui shook her head.
They themselves were coordinates.
Marco could lock onto them, so it was impossible for him not to find their position.
In fact, one of the reasons Marco had adopted such an aggressive battle strategy was precisely because of that.
He could not keep dragging things out.
Once everyone from Fairy Tail returned, it would only become harder to deal with. It was better to directly go all-in against the Black Dragon.
And that really was the best response Marco could find in a short amount of time.
If things dragged on, the outcome would only head in worse directions—directions Marco could not accept.
And Marco's final "emergency withdrawal" with Laxus had also been to avoid ending up sealed inside Fairy Sphere.
In that extremely short window of decision-making, Marco had truly pushed himself to the limit and basically accomplished all the objectives he had set for himself.
"He probably didn't want us to get dragged in again." Freed spoke.
He felt he had guessed what Marco was thinking.
Since Marco could sense their location, the reason he had not immediately rushed back to them was obvious.
"But now everything's already over, and they still haven't come back. Doesn't that mean Marco's condition probably isn't very good right now?"
Mirajane's eyes were full of worry.
That guess made sense too, and Mavis' words backed it up.
ccording to Mavis, Marco had been very weak when he left with Laxus.
"The Black Dragon also fled while heavily wounded, so Marco and the others definitely aren't in mortal danger now. There's no need to worry too much."
Erza gradually calmed down.
She opened her mouth to comfort Mirajane, and that made Mirajane look at her with a complicated expression.
"…"
The emotions in Mirajane's heart were indeed extremely complicated.
She had always been timid, always held back, always failed to make her feelings clear—and it was because of Erza.
She knew Erza had also never spoken up. She knew Erza had her own reservations too.
Although in the past they had always been at odds with each other, always competing, like fire and water that could not coexist, over the past few years their relationship had long ceased to be like that.
Instead, it had gradually blended together, gradually becoming close.
And once someone said it out loud, once someone pierced through that final layer of ambiguity, those relationships that had remained relatively harmonious would become difficult to maintain.
Things would become awkward from then on.
In truth, the one who would become awkward would not only be Erza.
Mirajane glanced at the unconscious Juvia off to the side.
This girl, who had also been saved by Marco, who had also been pulled out of the abyss by him, had never really hidden her admiration for him.
Or rather, Juvia had tried to hide it, but it had been completely ineffective. Everyone could see what she was thinking.
And after what had happened this time, Mirajane could almost imagine what kind of move the somewhat obsessive Juvia would make next.
That girl, whom Marco had brought out of a little village full of despair, would probably stop hiding her feelings altogether.
No matter what choice Mirajane and Erza made, Juvia would inevitably become the one who shattered the tacit understanding they had maintained all this time.
She would lay everything bare and force them to face it.
And as for Marco's reaction, Mirajane could not guess it at all.
If Juvia really laid her heart bare, what would Marco choose?
Would he reject her?
Or would he accept Juvia?
At that thought, Mirajane could not help complaining about Marco in her heart.
That 'playboy radish'!
That bastard who always responded to everyone's feelings with the most sincere and passionate attitude.
That little sun who warmed everyone around him, making it impossible to guess what was truly in his heart.
Whenever she was with Marco, Mirajane could feel a response.
She could feel warmth, feel that sincere emotion.
That feeling let her relax and forget all her troubles.
But Mirajane knew full well she was not the only one who felt that way.
When Erza was with Marco, it had to be the same.
What felt most ridiculous to Mirajane was that even when all three of them were together, Marco could still keep that same attitude.
He could still treat them all equally, openly and without the slightest concealment, as if it were only natural—and somehow, the three of them together were still harmonious.
Every time they parted and Mirajane thought back on it, it felt unbelievable.
But when she thought about it more carefully, it seemed they had long since gotten used to this kind of thing.
Marco had been like this since he was little…
Trying to make Marco change was obviously impossible.
And completely cutting ties with him, refusing to accept the warmth and sunlight he gave off—Mirajane knew she absolutely could not do that.
In Mirajane's heart as well, Marco was that existence who lit up her whole world and drove away all darkness.
He was equally irreplaceable.
She would never give up, never retreat.
And getting Erza to leave, making Juvia back down, making everyone else stop longing for Marco—those things were just as impossible.
Mirajane could see that clearly too.
Sometimes Mirajane even thought: just let things go on like this.
There was nothing wrong with letting it stay this way.
She truly had no solution.
Mirajane could not even imagine what Marco would look like if he were restrained, distant, and cold toward others.
That would be a complete overturning of who he was—an essential change.