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(Unknown Location – Two days ago)

High in the skies, a massive ship sailed through the stormy clouds of Fiore. More a flying fortress than a plane, this vessel was the headquarters of Grimoire Heart, one of the strongest and most dangerous dark guilds.

Inside the ship, beneath a vaulted ceiling of glass windows, stood a woman in a dark violet dress. A beauty, yes—but one with poisoned thorns. Jellal had been a victim of her manipulation, and it led him to his well-known downfall.

Her name was Ultear. She had once infiltrated the Magic Council, working alongside Jellal—or so it seemed. In truth, she had merely used him to achieve her own goals within the Council, and now she had returned to her true home: Grimoire Heart. She had belonged there from the very beginning.

Yet as she returned, there was a weight in her chest, as if she had left something unfinished behind. The words Allen had once spoken to her still echoed in her mind. But even so, she had chosen to come back to Grimoire Heart.

"What's wrong, Ultear? You've been lost in thought…" said an old man seated upon a throne.

The elder was cloaked in shadows, his face hidden, but his cruel smile and terrifying aura were impossible to ignore.

"Master Hades…" Ultear turned to him. "It's nothing. Just a distasteful man I met. Perhaps he'll become an obstacle in the future."

"Oh? For someone to be acknowledged by you, he must be worth something… The loss of Jellal is unfortunate. His power and talent made him well-suited for Grimoire Heart. But his end serves a greater purpose."

Ultear lowered her gaze. She had committed so many sins that turning back was no longer possible.

"Master Hades, one more thing. It seems Oración Seis are on the move… they've been gathering resources everywhere." She looked up toward the sky once again, a mocking smile on her lips—though it faded quickly. Lately, she hadn't had the strength to even fake a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Our only goal is to find the key to unsealing Zeref. Let them do as they please." Master Hades thought for a moment before adding. "The other side won't just sit idly by… Though if some of those bothersome guilds are eliminated in the process, all the better for us."

"Bothersome guilds? Like Fairy Tail?" Ultear narrowed her eyes, though she already knew the answer. Master Hades had a special connection with Fairy Tail.

Hades just smiled.

Ultear excused herself and began to leave. On her way, she passed a short-haired girl with pink hair, wearing a red cloak and a golden wing-shaped headband.

The girl was waiting for Ultear.

Her expression was stoic, though there was a flicker of nervousness. She had been worried, forever since Ultear's return, her mood had seemed darker.

"What is it, Meredy?"

Meredy hesitated before speaking. "You're not going to tell him you didn't destroy the Magic Council?"

Ultear's cold glare made Meredy flinch.

"Mind your own business."

Ultear brushed past her, and despite the icy tone, Meredy followed like an obedient younger sister.

Ultear pressed her lips together. She was aware she wasn't acting as she should.

In the original timeline, Ultear had destroyed the Council's building, disrupting its operations. Yet now, that hadn't happened. She had merely escaped once her objective was complete.

'This is all your fault… fake hero'

....

(Fairy Tail, Women's Bath – At the present time)

Once the door closed, no one could know what happened. Pride and denial disappeared. Once again, their bodies intertwined, confirming what Cana had been denying and what Allen had suspected: with or without alcohol, both felt a certain attraction to one another.

For Cana, the taste of his mouth was more addictive than any drink. She wanted to kiss him, to drink him in if possible. The warmth of his body made her feel safe, wrapping her in a sensation even more intoxicating than liquor. His hands exploring her filled her with a satisfaction that no barrel could ever give her.

For Allen, the blush on her cheeks, the desire in her eyes, and the sound of her breathless moans were intoxicating and irresistible. Her body was toned yet soft, making him addicted to touching her. The sweet scent rising from her skin invited him to kiss her repeatedly.

He would not deny it.

She would not deny it.

There was attraction, there was desire. They liked each other. They wanted to kiss, to touch, to feel, to taste every part of one another. You could call it curiosity, greed, or obsession.

It was inevitable. Cana could no longer deny that whenever she saw him, she felt the burning desire to throw herself at him. She had a secret: in truth, she had been awake when Allen woke up that day.

At first, she regretted that it had happened. Despite what many believed, she was not an easy woman—she simply loved to drink. But when he decided to stay by her side just to make her feel comforted, she felt her heart beating fast. So, like a thief, she decided to take advantage and hug him for an hour, trying to understand if she felt something more than attraction towards him.

It was inevitable. Allen regretted letting her go when he found her clinging to him that morning. He was not a man of many desires—money, and fame meant nothing to him—but he would not have a harem if he were the kind of man who let go of the women he liked. Even if their relationship began as an accident, he could not deny that he did not want to let go of the beautiful drinker.

Not all love stories have to start with feelings, with love… Sometimes, attraction and desire are enough to create the first bond. Whether it evolves, grows, and flourishes—or withers away—will depend on them.

The only certainty was that in this moment, neither of them would stop. Slowly, their clothes fell to the ground, and the system, aware of the situation, altered the flow of time in that place… so that from the outside, only a single minute passed, while inside, it was much longer.

....

Mirajane frowned as she looked at the letter—it was from an unknown sender, with a suspicious message directed at Allen.

—Hey, still out there playing hero and saving damsels in distress? ... whatever. Oración Seis is about to make a move, so you'd better get ready now that you're a guild master. Fairy Tail is on their list… Oh, and don't make promises you can't keep... Fake Hero-san—

The letter contained important information, but at that moment Mirajane wasn't focused on that. Instead, a very familiar feeling bubbled up inside her—the urge to demand an explanation from Allen.

Because this letter reeked of women's perfume!

Erza, Juvia, and Lucy noticed Mirajane's twitching eyebrow and leaned in to read the letter themselves. They fell silent afterward. Gray, Wakaba, and Max exchanged looks, wisely taking a few steps back.

This looked very bad for Allen, who had not yet returned!

....

Though it was a bathroom, at that moment it had been transformed into a luxurious bedroom thanks to the marvels of magic.

Cana lay collapsed, completely exhausted, on top of Allen, who wore a satisfied smile as he gently caressed her back. She shivered at the touch of his hands.

"Could you stop… I'm still…"

Allen chuckled at her trembling, breathless voice. She had the spirit of an adventurer and the strength of a warrior, but against Allen, she had been defeated within a couple of hours. Considering it was only her second time, she deserved admiration for enduring as long as she had.

"And what if I don't want to?"

Ignoring her protest, Allen's hands wandered lower down Cana's back, until she lifted her face with a pout—making him pause his movements.

Unexpectedly, this woman had a cute side as well. Without thinking twice, Allen leaned in to kiss her again.

"Wait… Mmm—"

Cana tried to resist, but as the kiss deepened, her body responded on its own, as if trained to do so. Ten minutes passed before Allen finally let her breathe.

"You're a beast! Is this how you treat a maiden?!"

Instead of mocking her, Allen smirked mischievously. "Oh, Lady Cana, then tell me—how would you like me to treat you?"

Cana fell silent, her blush deepening. She knew that the moment she answered, he would devour her again. Lowering her head, she buried her face against his chest, breathing in his masculine scent. A part of her still wanted more, and that frustrated her as much as it embarrassed her.

Cana had no idea how to react to this situation. If it were a fight, she could hurl a hundred insults a minute, so foul her mother would be ashamed if she ever heard them—but here, she was powerless.

The truth was, she had been shy as a child, and had only joined Fairy Tail to search for her father. But she had always been too afraid to tell him the truth—because her father was Gildarts Clive, and she never felt worthy of being his daughter.

"…I think I should apologize to Lucy," Cana finally muttered, giving in and resting obediently against Allen's chest.

"In that case, you should also apologize to Erza, Mira, and Juvia…"

Cana glared at him. If she had to name one flaw in this charming man, it would be his infuriating womanizing habits.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes. I have no intention of making anyone cry." Allen caressed her cheek gently. "That includes you."

Cana blushed again. She hated losing to this man. Why couldn't he have just stayed asleep for eternity?!

They spent some more time together, a time that was more intimate and served to talk. Allen then took Cana home, as she did not want to return to the guild at this time and was exhausted.

....

Allen walked back in with a faint smile on his face.

"What's going on?" Allen asked casually.

Nab almost spoke up but shut his mouth at the last second. Allen scanned the guild, noticing the nervous looks and averted gazes.

"Levy?"

He turned to the blue-haired girl, but she huffed and turned away. Finally, Allen approached the group of girls gathered near the bar, clearly focused on something. He leaned in and saw the letter on the table.

"What's this?"

After reading it, Allen chuckled to himself. He knew immediately who it was from. Even though they had been enemies from start to finish, Allen never held ill will toward Ultear. His offer still stood—she was welcome at Fairy Tail whenever she wanted. But he knew she would never come.

Ultear had spent her whole life chasing her goal, sacrificing so much, hurting people along the way. She wasn't someone who could even imagine a different future. But Allen was a shameless man at a godly level—if he ever felt like it, he might just kidnap Ultear from that dark place simply because he wanted to.

"You're not going to explain?"

Lucy's voice, heavy with jealousy, rang in his ears. Allen immediately sensed the girls' mood. For a moment he thought they had figured out what happened with Cana—but no, they couldn't possibly suspect. He hadn't been gone nearly long enough for that. Then the other possibility hit him.

The letter.

From the outside, it looked exactly like some love note from an old flame.

Everyone in the guild went quiet, waiting to see how Allen would wriggle out of this one. A few even smirked—finally, the shameless bastard was cornered.

But who was Allen?

Under the jealous glares of the four women, Allen didn't apologize. He didn't offer excuses. Instead, he hardened his expression and slowly shook his head.

"This isn't right. Reading someone else's mail… that's very bad." Allen scolded the four women with the solemnity of a guild master and the attitude of an old man. "I'm disappointed… deeply disappointed."

[Domain Extension: The Shameless Without Limits! Haha]

Allen's face was thicker than a dragon's scales. Without the slightest trace of shame, he scolded them for opening his letter. He was so convincing that it almost sounded like a real reprimand—but everyone noticed how he was inching closer to the door with each word, wearing an indignant expression.

"Girls, your lack of decency has crushed me. I'll be outside… reflecting on life."

With that, Allen bolted out the door, leaving the guild stunned into silence.

"That shameless son of a—!"

No one knew who shouted it, but everyone agreed.

....

Mirajane held her head, trying to calm herself. She wasn't that angry about the letter—it was more jealousy than rage. But Allen's performance had genuinely ticked her off. Even so, she took a breath and collected herself.

"Mira-san, leaving Allen aside… what's Oración Seis?" Lucy asked curiously.

Mirajane noticed several other members looked equally confused. Her eyebrow twitched. It was one thing for a newcomer like Lucy to be clueless—but Natsu, Gray, and even her little brother Elfman were staring blankly. For a moment, Mira lost a little faith in humanity.

"Reedus, could I ask you to draw something?"

"S-sure." Reedus stood up, his round figure wobbling slightly. No one in Fairy Tail judged others by appearance, so it was never a problem.

Reedus conjured his light pen and began sketching in the air. Ten minutes later, a large diagram took shape: a branching tree.

"This is the Baram Alliance," Mirajane explained.

Dark guilds were like poison to the magic world. But contrary to what most people thought, they weren't just crazed criminals or lunatics committing random acts of violence. They were organized—so organized that the Baram Alliance existed.

Juvia raised her hand. "Juvia knows this one. The Baram Alliance is made up of three main dark guilds…"

Mira smiled. "That's right, Juvia-chan. Oración Seis is one of them. The power of these three guilds far exceeds that of ordinary dark guilds, which is why so many others serve under them."

The Baram Alliance consisted of Oración Seis, Grimoire Heart, and Tartaros, with countless other guilds beneath them. Of course, despite being called an "alliance," each moved for its own interests. None would rush to save the others if attacked.

Still, this alliance made dealing with dark guilds extremely troublesome. Even if they didn't intervene immediately, retaliation could come later. And the three pillars themselves—none of them were guilds that Erza or even Laxus could simply wipe out at whim.

They were equal in power to Fairy Tail and that's just an estimate!

"We don't know how reliable this information is. But if it's true… something big is happening."

The tension in the guild rose, though Natsu's eager grin showed he was already fired up for a fight.

"What a pain… these dark guilds are very rude to good people..."

The sudden voice made everyone turn.

"Hello, my young friends…"

If shamelessness were a living being, it would kneel before Allen and call him grandfather. After fleeing moments ago, he had returned, pretending as if nothing had happened—wearing a fake mustache.

"What are you doing, Allen?" Erza growled, approaching him.

"Oh? Were you speaking to me, miss? I'm sorry, but I'm not Allen. My name is… Mister Mustache."

"…What did you just say?!"

Erza's patience snapped. She grabbed him by the collar, but Allen—or rather, "Mister Mustache"—looked offended.

"A lady shouldn't be so familiar with a man she doesn't know!"

"Huh?" Erza's eyes widened in disbelief.

Breaking free from a stunned Erza, he straightened his clothes with mock dignity. The guild could only gape. He was seriously trying to pass himself off as someone else with a badly glued fake mustache. Did this man not understand the concept of shame?!

While the guild gawked, Allen's eyes shifted to the diagram Reedus had drawn.

'I've got a feeling we'll be crossing paths with these guys sooner or later…'

[The weakest is Oración Seis. The strongest is Tartaros. Not a spoiler—you'd know this with a little research.]

'Well then. Instead of waiting for them… why not strike first?'

Allen's smile turned cold.

'A little old-school justice might be exactly what they deserve.'

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A/N: Allen took the saying "A man without shame is invincible" to heart xd

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