.......Happiness in life predicts fortune telling,
And the unexpected blow is fatal.
Treasury house with a distant road,
And love to the grave.
- ... nothing, you say?
- Right.
- At all?
- Absolutely.
Gray warily stared at the king of spades, which Kana was the last to effectively pull out of the deck.
- That is, in my future there is no personal life? He asked suspiciously.
“My frostbitten one, I refuse to repeat this dialogue for the sixth time,” she rolled her eyes, pouring herself a new glass of beer.
“And no Jubia?” Gray asked, dimly awaiting the scam.
Kana laughed. The glass in her hand tilted dangerously, spilling foam.
“So that's what you were so afraid of.” That's right, in your future there is neither Jubia, nor anyone else.
Gray breathed a sigh of relief.
When Erza almost dragged him here by force, he foresaw a universal conspiracy of girls with Jubia at the head, frankly afraid that now Cana would predict a long and happy life with a certain sorceress who knows the magic of water.
Gray very well understood the consequences of such a "prediction." Kana will tell Mira a secret, she will tell Lysanne a very big secret, she, in turn, will notify Levy ... So in a couple of days, he would have heard rumors at every step, pursued by laughter behind his back and in the face. But this is all a little inconvenience in comparison with what the “designated" herself would have suited him ...
Although he respected Jubia (especially for recent events), he was, nevertheless, a little afraid. The bento with the buns was really nothing, but some of her obsession with him scared. And sometimes, annoying. And sometimes…
But the result was unexpectedly soothing.
What pleased me the most was the friendly (and female, too) solidarity that did not prevent Kana from making an honest prediction for him (if they were in collusion, the prediction would definitely be different).
A stone seemed to have fallen from the soul. No conspiracies, no girls in love in the near future, a lot of work - beauty! Well, now you can fight!
“... Moreover, her cards predicted a fan, with whom soon everything would work out for her,” came to him.
Gray froze with his foot for a step.
- What?
Kana put together a deck with a deft professional movement.
“Can you call Wendy?” She was next in line, really wanted ...
“Wait a minute,” Gray sat back in a high chair by the bar. - What kind of fan will Jubia have there?
Kana narrowed her eyes, looking doubtfully at her friend.
- You see, a fortuneteller should not tell the secrets of her clients. Guessing a person, I kind of sign a confidentiality agreement. If the cards feel that I am disclosing information, they will stop telling the future ...
Gray was not so stupid as to not notice the hint. Cards, how.
- And if you offer them ... ahem ... two barrels of dry red from Veronica?
Doubt on Cana's face faltered, but resisted.
“Three,” Gray added hastily.
She flashed a smile.
- Then it will be a good deal, and they will not mind. Okay, listen. - Kana leaned closer. “The cards predicted her an ice fan who would be cold towards everyone except her.” He will look after her heart beautifully and effectively, gradually winning her heart, and one fine day, Jubia will realize that she cannot live without him.