Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and seven days had passed. The luxurious yacht had been drifting on the sea for seven days, enduring the battering and swaying of the waves, and now it was almost falling apart.
Unconsciously, they were almost at the Western Continent, and now they could see ships and figures at the port.
Irene lay lazily on the bed, yawned, and looked out the window at the bustling little island.
When she first came to the Alvarez Empire to find Zeref, she had also passed by this island, but she didn't stay long. Now, she could go and have some fun.
Acnologia noticed her interest and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's take a stroll on the island!"
"Mm!"
Irene responded with a smile, put on her clothes, shoes, and socks, and took his arm: "Let's go!"
The two walked out of the room, used Form Magic to shrink the yacht, and then transformed into two streaks of light flying toward the port.
This Galacol Island is a port of the Alvarez Empire and also a tourist resort. Although the island isn't large, thousands of people come to visit every day.
Ten minutes later, Acnologia and Irene arrived on the island. After being inspected by the soldiers, they were granted passage.
Perhaps women generally enjoy shopping, as in no time at all, Acnologia was already covered in large and small bags, with three even hanging around his neck. Now, all that was missing was one in his mouth.
Irene ate an ice cream, licking it with her little tongue, happily squinting her eyes: "Delicious..."
"Honey, have a bite too!"
She brought the ice cream close to Acnologia's mouth, opened her own mouth: "Ah~"
"Ah!"
Acnologia had never eaten ice cream in this world and was somewhat looking forward to it. He immediately raised his head, opened his mouth wide, used Form Magic to enlarge it, and signaled Irene to just throw the ice cream into his mouth.
"Who eats ice cream like that!"
Irene rolled her eyes. She had been thinking of sharing it bite by bite like a young couple, but this guy completely missed her point.
Did she really mean for him to eat it when she offered?
She reached out and pushed Acnologia's chin, closing his big mouth, then continued licking her ice cream angrily.
Acnologia had no idea what was going on and asked, full of confusion: "Weren't you going to give it to me?"
Irene snorted: "Not anymore. What's a big man doing eating ice cream?"
"I still wanted to taste what it's like."
Acnologia didn't mind much. It was just made of ice, and compared to ice cream from another world, he didn't believe it could taste much different.
At that moment, a sloppy-looking blond guy walked over, grinning as he came to flirt, whistled, and brushed back his neatly covered hair: "Hey beautiful, are you alone?"
Irene glanced back and said calmly: "Ask him."
The blond guy looked at Acnologia, who was covered in large and small bags, and didn't take him seriously at all, sneering: "He's your servant, right?"
Acnologia was furious and kicked him flying ten meters away: "You're the damn servant. Get lost."
Flirting with his wife right in front of him, as if he didn't exist—if he hadn't been in a good mood these past few days, that sentence alone would have been enough to sentence this guy to death.
The blond guy got up, roaring angrily: "Do you know who I am? My father is General Madras of Galacol Island. No one in the entire Alvarez Empire dares to disrespect me!"
The onlookers were immediately shocked—that was a big shot. They quickly backed away a hundred meters to avoid being mistaken for accomplices.
"We're friends of Brandish. If you have any issues, you can go to her to resolve them."
Irene didn't want to cause trouble. They were finally on vacation to relax, and she couldn't let this little incident ruin it.
That Brandish had eaten so many of her desserts; it was time for her to be of some use.
"The Spriggan 12, Lady Brandish?"
"That's a top-tier figure in the kingdom, said to have the power to destroy a country single-handedly."
"Really? These two actually know her?"
Everyone was instantly astonished. The prestige of the Spriggan 12 was second only to the emperor's, and ordinary people had never even seen their faces.
The blond guy looked skeptical, crossing his arms: "Call Lady Brandish over and let me see."
"Who do you think you are?"
Acnologia couldn't be bothered with the hassle. He activated Form Magic, shrunk the blond guy to ten centimeters, and then kicked him flying ten thousand meters into the distant sea.
"A Mage?"
Everyone quickly made way. This guy was a bit reckless, not even caring about the family of a big shot.
With the annoying fly gone, the two continued their stroll. However, they soon saw a familiar figure.
Short green hair, tall and graceful figure—it was Brandish, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.
Next to her was a woman with short golden hair, dressed lightly, with a heroic and spirited aura, like a female warrior.
"Irene?"
Brandish was holding a star-shaped pastry and eating it. Seeing the two, she walked over.
Irene greeted her with a smile: "Little Greenie, long time no see!"
"I have a name, you know."
Brandish looked helpless and asked: "Didn't Lady Lucy come along?"
"No, she didn't. Your lady needs to work hard to earn rent; she doesn't have time for tourism."
Irene immediately snatched the dessert Brandish was holding. She could tell it was from the same shop that had been raided last time—the taste was excellent.
"Give it back!"
Brandish was annoyed and immediately reached out to grab it, but Irene was agile and easily dodged her hand.
The golden-haired woman beside them saw this and immediately scolded: "Who are you? How dare you bully my Lanti!"
Irene raised an eyebrow: "Yours?"
She felt this blonde had a strong desire for control—was she treating Brandish as her private property?
Seeing the two at odds, Brandish introduced them: "This is Dimaria Yesta, one of the Spriggan 12."
"This is Irene Belserion. She's not an enemy."
Hearing this, Dimaria asked curiously: "Why haven't I heard you mention her before?"
She knew Brandish had a lady named Lucy, but she didn't expect Brandish to have other friends besides Lucy.
Wasn't this guy too lazy to talk to others?
Brandish said matter-of-factly: "I'm from Ishgar. I have lots of friends there."
Lady Lucy's friends were her friends, so saying she had many friends was completely fine, right?
Irene chuckled: "Indeed, she has extraordinary magic power. It seems she ranks high among the Spriggan 12 as well."
Dimaria snorted proudly: "Don't try to get chummy."
"Get chummy?"
Irene was taken aback, picked up the star-shaped pastry, and took a lick: "I can't even be bothered to get chummy with your emperor. What makes you, a mere Spriggan 12, think you're worthy?"
Dimaria's face turned cold: "How dare you disrespect His Majesty the Emperor?"
Brandish stepped in front of her, trying to mediate: "Alright, stop arguing. Irene knows His Majesty the Emperor."
Even His Majesty the Emperor treated Irene with great respect—she was undoubtedly a powerful figure.
Irene didn't want to bother with this person and looked at Brandish: "We've finally come to the Western Continent for tourism. Do you have any recommendations for fun places?"
"Fun places?"
Brandish thought for a moment: "I don't know. I usually just like buying desserts here; I haven't really been to other places."
Dimaria, standing nearby, was slightly annoyed. She felt this crimson-haired woman was too arrogant and planned to teach her a lesson when she had the chance. Hearing their conversation, she immediately suggested: "I have a good place—the Coliseum!"
Brandish looked puzzled: "The Coliseum?"
"That's right!"
Dimaria gave Irene a challenging look and smiled: "Dare to come?"
Irene immediately saw through the blonde's little scheme and said with a fake smile: "Sounds interesting. I hope someone domineering and overbearing will personally step into the arena to perform."
"Naturally. I hope someone arrogant and proud will also step in to give some pointers."
"Don't cry if you lose."
"That's more fitting for you."
Both of them wore smiling expressions, their words laced with hidden barbs and insinuations, as they walked toward the Coliseum.
Brandish sighed. Today, these two wouldn't stop until one emerged victorious. She hurriedly followed.
As for Acnologia, he had become invisible and was forgotten behind them.
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