Mavis fell asleep quickly—within just five minutes.

  “Such good sleep quality,” Nate muttered enviously.

  As someone engaged in mental work, he deeply understood the frustration of working te into the night, only for his brain to refuse to shut down when it was finally time to sleep.

  While Mavis slept peacefully, Nate found himself wide awake. With nothing else to do, he opened the Magic Net and began browsing various forums.

  As time passed, he suddenly sensed someone approaching.

  Using his Six Eyes ability, Nate scanned the area outside the tent and detected Mirajane’s magic aura nearby.

  Soon, her voice called out. “Nate, I got some fish from Gildarts. You must be hungry. Huh, you set up a tent?”

  Why is Mira here? Nate wondered, though he was pleasantly surprised by her visit.

  But as he turned and noticed Mavis sleeping next to him, his delight turned into a headache.

  What will Mira think if she sees me sharing a tent with Mavis?

  To make matters worse, Mavis was sleeping in the same sleeping bag that Mira had used on their st camping trip.

  …

  [Nate’s Telepathic Chat to Mavis]

  Nate: 'Mavis, Mira is here! You wouldn’t want everyone to see us sharing a tent like this, right?'

  Mavis groggily stirred awake through their telepathic connection.

  'Mira? Oh...!'

  Realizing Mirajane's presence outside, Mavis jumped slightly in surprise. Without hesitation, she quickly vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

  …

  At that moment, Mirajane reached the tent.

  “Nate? Are you asleep?”

  “No, come in,” Nate replied, getting up and unzipping the entrance.

  Mirajane ducked inside, holding two grilled fish. Sitting down in a casual "duck" position, she handed one to him with a warm smile.

  “Seeing this tent reminds me of our st camping trip,” she said.

  Nate took the fish and had a bite. Mira’s cooking was, as always, exceptional.

  “Camping, huh? You could stay here tonight too,” Nate teased lightly.

  Mirajane blushed faintly, smiling shyly. “You’re probably thinking of doing something bad.”

  After a brief pause, she added, “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

  Nate calmed himself. 'Rex. There was no one else in the sleeping bag earlier. Ghosts don’t count as people.'

  “What is it?” he asked, curious.

  “It’s about the Celestial Pokémon,” Mirajane said, her tone becoming serious.

  'Oh, so it’s about Pokémon... not about catching me in the act.'

  He chuckled inwardly. 'Wait, there’s no “act” to catch in the first pce!'

  “What about the Pokémon?” Nate asked, offering the second fish to her.

  Mirajane took a small bite, chewing delicately before expining. “I feel bad for them. They’re always stuck in their cards—it must be lonely for them.”

  “So…” She raised a finger. “Could you create a home for them? A pce where pyers’ Pokémon could all stay together. That way, they wouldn’t feel bored or left out.”

  Nate considered her suggestion. There were over 60 Pokémon types avaible for pyers to collect, and with duplicates, many pyers could easily end up with hundreds.

  “Like a Pokémon farm?” he asked.

  Mirajane’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A Pokémon Farm! Can that be done?”

  “It’s doable, and it’s actually quite simple,” Nate nodded.

  The concept was simir to designing duel maps for the Magic Arena. The farm could be a virtual space where pyers’ Pokémon could live together. To make it more engaging, they could even introduce farming mechanics.

  Although Pokémon didn’t technically need food since they were puppets, pyers could grow crops to "feed" their Pokémon. It would add a nurturing element to gamepy.

  But there was one issue.

  'How much magic power would it take to create something like this?'

  There were already over 500,000 active Pokémon pyers, and the number grew daily. In theory, every pyer would need their own farm—500,000 separate maps.

  The thought alone made Nate's head spin.

  Seeing him frown, Mirajane asked softly, “Is there a problem?”

  “Not really…” Nate replied after some thought. “But creating farms like that would be costly, so I can’t make them free.”

  'I could sell them!'

  There was no way he could afford to offer something like this for free. On the contrary, letting pyers spend Magic Net Coins to purchase their farms would even generate profit.

  The thought brought a grin to his face. Without thinking, Nate hugged Mirajane and kissed her cheek.

  “You’re a genius, Mira! You’ve given me such a great idea!”

  “Stop it!” Mirajane protested, touching the spot where he kissed her, blushing.

  But Nate wasn’t done. He pulled her closer and leaned in to kiss her lips.

  “Don’t—!” Mirajane stammered, lightly punching his chest. But her protests faltered as their lips met.

  At that moment, Nate sensed someone else approaching.

  “Nate.”

  It was Erza’s voice.

  Mirajane froze, her face turning crimson. She quickly pushed Nate away, panicking.

  “Wh-what do we do? It’s Erza!”

  Nate sighed internally. 'Are you all taking turns trying to catch me in the act?'

  “Should I send you back first?” he offered.

  “Yes, please!” Mirajane nodded hurriedly. The st thing she wanted was for Erza to see her with Nate in a tent. If that happened, rumors would spread through the guild by morning. And worst of all—they were supposed to be examiners! Secretly meeting while the examinees struggled? Too embarrassing!

  Nate activated Flying Thunder God, teleporting Mirajane away just as Erza reached the tent.

  When Nate opened the fp, Erza stood there holding a bundle of bedding.

  “The nights on this isnd are cold,” she said softly. “I thought I’d bring you some bnkets, but it seems you already have a tent.”

  'Of course Erza would prepare for anything,' Nate thought. Before leaving, she must have packed every conceivable item—pots, pans, tents, bedding, and sleeping bags. Her luggage was the definition of “fully equipped.”

  “Come on in,” Nate said, pulling her inside and closing the fp to keep the cold out.

  Inside, Erza knelt and began ying out the bedding. Nate packed up his sleeping bag and helped her set everything up.

  “Thanks for this,” Nate said sincerely.

  Erza smiled warmly. “It’s a girlfriend’s duty to take care of her boyfriend.”

  With that, she stood and exited the tent, leaving Nate to marvel.

  'What an amazing woman.'

  Nate slipped into the warm bedding, finding it far more comfortable than the sleeping bag. He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

  …

  Who knows how long passed...

  Suddenly, Nate opened his eyes, startled.

  Mavis was back.

  “First Master, why are you here?” he whispered.

  At some point, she had returned. Quietly, she climbed into the bnkets, blinking innocently at Nate.

  “Erza’s such a good girl. You’d better treat her well!” she teased with a knowing smile.

  Nate groaned internally. 'This isn’t a sleeping bag anymore! Are you seriously pnning to sleep in the same bed as me?'

  “Ah... goodnight, Fourth Master~”

  Mavis yawned, pulling the bnket over herself and falling into a peaceful sleep.

  Her baby-like ability to fall asleep left Nate feeling helpless.

  After some thought, he decided not to disturb her. Thus, man and ghost slept side by side, maintaining a modest half-meter of space between them.

  …

  The Next Morning

  Mavis opened her eyes, feeling warm.

  She tilted her head slightly and saw Nate’s sleeping face beside her.

  Gncing down, she lifted the bnket slightly—and froze.

  One of Nate’s hands had somehow slipped under her skirt, firmly grasping her petite chest.

  Instantly, Mavis’s face turned beet red, steam practically pouring from her head.

  “Un... unholy behavior!!”

  Bleam