Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Magic?!

Chapter 243 The Big One is Coming (Please Subscribe!)
"Great, that's wonderful!"

Mr. Gang replied happily that if he could evacuate the people in the vicinity, his burden would be greatly reduced.

Even if it doesn't succeed in the end, you won't have to bear the burden of blood debt.

'Actually, it wasn't your place to bear these burdens in the first place.'
Moen thought to himself, even if many people die, it has little to do with Mistgang. This matter is a matter of right and wrong, and the person responsible should be held accountable for what his father did.

Mystogan, who came to Eslandon at the age of ten, could not possibly enjoy the magic of Edolas brought by "Anima". Even if there were any consequences, they would not affect Mystogan.

"Let's go into town now!"

Having just returned to the post station, and barely having settled in, Mistergang was already preparing to enter the city and make the necessary arrangements.

"Alright."

Moen nodded. He had already thought of the possibility that Mystergang would be too eager to make arrangements. After all, even King Thomas was busy and racing against time, so there was no reason for Mystergang to be able to sleep soundly.

This blue-haired boy exudes an exaggerated sense of righteousness and responsibility. If he were to become king, he would undoubtedly be a just, honest, and diligent ruler. He is a completely different kind of person from King Thomas, who usually only wants to do what he likes.

The two didn't linger and headed straight for the "City of a Hundred Flowers," Crocas. Dragging their weary bodies, Mystergan immediately began setting up a magic circle.

Having the time and space to prepare in advance is of course the best thing for him, as it can reduce a lot of trouble, increase the success rate, and ensure that the power of "Anima" is not released.

"I hope it can always be like this in the future."

Mister Gang expressed his thoughts, saying that if the area could be cleared beforehand each time, his work would be much easier.

"It's not impossible."

Moen pondered for a moment. Needless to say, the Kingdom of Fiore had unparalleled influence within the country, and the king was not a stubborn person who was willing to listen to opinions. In this country, it should be possible to achieve "pre-emptive clearance".

Outside the Kingdom of Fiore, although Moen still had considerable fame and some influence among the major guilds, he had little connection with the royal families and governments of those countries.

"They'll find it hard to cooperate like this unless they suffer a few losses."

Moen didn't find this strange. After all, evacuating a city's population is no small matter. How could you expect people to just do it after you tell them to?

“But there are very few anima in densely populated cities; most are in the wilderness or in remote villages.”

While setting up the formation, Mystogan replied that it might be a matter of probability. After all, the entire continent of Ishgar is mostly sparsely populated, and the range of "Anima" is not large. The probability of it landing precisely on a city is too small.

This is why something as dangerous as "Anima" hasn't attracted much attention. A village suddenly disappearing in the middle of nowhere goes unnoticed; this is due to poor management efficiency.

"So what happened this time?"

Moen's lips twitched. This time, they had landed directly in the capital of the Kingdom of Fiore. Although the Kingdom of Fiore seemed to be an insignificant little country on the edge of the Ishgar continent, it was located in the capital.

In reality, the Kingdom of Fiore is a true "magic kingdom." One-fifth of all the mage guilds on the entire continent of Ishgar are located in the Kingdom of Fiore. The density of mage guilds is astonishing, and the magic culture is highly developed and the atmosphere is rich.

Imagine the uproar caused by the sudden disappearance of the capital of such a country overnight. It would inevitably draw everyone's attention and make them all take notice of this "Anima".

"Maybe it was just a coincidence?"

Mystergan looked helpless. Based on his experience, this "Anima" should not be able to choose the location to cover; it has been released randomly over the years.

Even if it occasionally lands in a city, in war-torn countries, it might be mistaken for an attack from a hostile nation.

On the vast continent of Ishgar, there are still many countries, and the entire continent is not as peaceful as the Kingdom of Fiore; there are still many wars.

The Kingdom of Fiore is a coastal peninsula, facing the western continent across the sea. It is a self-contained place, easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Kingdom of Fiore does not take the initiative to attack others, and generally no one will take the initiative to attack it. Therefore, the Kingdom of Fiore has been a neutral country for more than 150 years and does not participate in the conflicts on the continent of Ishgar.

This is likely one of the reasons why there are so many mage guilds within the Kingdom of Fiore; most mages probably still want to work and live in a peaceful environment.

"coincide."

Moen couldn't help but think of the "Anima" that had precisely covered Lisanna last time.
What a coincidence! It's actually the main characters' "bad luck," or rather, their "troublesome nature," that means something always happens wherever they go!
'I wonder who caused this mess this time. Was it Emerald? Or Mystergang? It couldn't be because of me, could it?'
Moen grumbled inwardly, but he couldn't rule out the possibility that it was his own fault.

After all, he has already changed a lot of the original story's direction, so it's only natural that this would create some butterfly effects.

But none of that matters. He doesn't know what the original course was anyway. He can only glean some information from the system tasks, and it's still very vague. He just needs to follow his own path.

Moen stayed with Mistgang to set up a magic circle all night, while at the same time, the entire royal city of Crocus was thrown into chaos as King Thomas mobilized his army to evacuate the people.

Such a situation is difficult to manage without a large, unified army. Simply broadcasting announcements over loudspeakers would undoubtedly cause panic. In fact, even with the army entering the city to implement control, the entire city of Krocas still descended into chaos. "A terrifying magical attack is imminent on the royal city of Krocas. The city will be placed under a state of war. Residents, please follow the army and evacuate the city in an orderly manner! The royal city is at risk of destruction at any time. Residents, please follow the army and evacuate the city in an orderly manner!"

A magical megaphone floated in the sky, broadcasting everywhere. Faced with this news, the residents of the royal city were completely stunned. No one could have imagined that the royal city of Crocus would have such a day.

"Wartime state?"

"The risk of destruction?!"

These words are indeed quite far removed from the royal city of Crocus, and many residents of the royal city thought it was a joke.

Of course, the army that entered the capital quickly made them realize that this was not a joke, but something that was really happening!

Then came fear and chaos. Some people obediently packed their things and prepared to leave Crocus with their families. Most of these people did not own any property in the capital.

Some people stubbornly refused to leave, demanding that the king fulfill his duty and defend the capital. Those whose entire fortune and property were in the capital naturally couldn't just leave.

"Leave or stay, it's up to you. If you don't leave, stay and face the risk of dying at any time."

In response, Moen spoke frankly, saying that organizing evacuation was the right thing to do, but good advice was useless to those who were determined to stay, and there was no need to force them to leave.

"Okay, that's what I think too."

King Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that Moen and his group would be stubborn and insist on clearing out the entire capital until no one was left.

It's not that it's impossible; he's already brought in the army. If he really wanted to clear the city, he could forcibly empty it. But that wouldn't look good. People are risking their lives and still don't want to leave. Forcibly driving them away might cause a conflict.

"Respect individual choices."

Moen smiled. They had already done everything they could. Even the army couldn't persuade them to leave, so let them stay. If something really happened, they might as well die. They had made their own choice and couldn't blame anyone else.

"This"

Unlike Moen's "give up the desire to help others and respect their fate," Mistergan still wanted to persuade people to leave as much as possible.

Moen did not stop him. Mistergang had done all the preparations he could, and he was free to go and persuade others if he wanted.

Moen and King Thomas turned their attention to the people who were willing to evacuate. Since they were willing to cooperate in leaving, they should be settled in properly and no trouble should be allowed to occur.

This evacuation operation confirmed to Moen that the Kingdom of Fiore had indeed been at peace for a long time and had not made corresponding military buildup. The army's mobility and organization were extremely poor, and organizing an evacuation operation was a complete mess.

It can only be said that, under Moen's call and with the help of King Thomas and several core knight orders, the matter was at least accomplished.

Moen also made public appearances and used his influence and reputation to call on people to leave the city for refuge; he really did his best.

Therefore, Moen felt no guilt towards those die-hards who refused to leave, and if they really died, all he could get was a "good death" from them.

A week later, the refugee residents of the royal city had been temporarily settled. They set up camp in a forest some distance from the city, with food provided entirely by the state. Their accommodations were simple, with everyone living in tents.

"Many people are logging there, seemingly planning to build houses and live there permanently. Maybe a small village can develop there, and maybe it can even become a town or a city in the future."

King Thomas recounted his observations with considerable emotion. He had been working very hard these past few days, constantly on the front lines. After all, both Moen and Mistgang were on the front lines, one exerting their influence and the other persuading die-hards. Even Princess Emerald was on the front lines, walking around the camp every day playing music to reassure the people.

"That's not bad either. After all, it's not far from the capital. Maybe it can develop there."

Moen nodded. Although this would disperse the population of the capital, it would be replenished soon. The "City of a Hundred Flowers," Crocas, would never lack people trying their luck.

"yes."

King Thomas was about to speak when a strange noise interrupted him, followed by a dramatic change in the sky. The entire "Palace of Lights" seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds—no, the entire Krocas.

"coming."

Moen narrowed his eyes. He was actually quite familiar with this feeling, having experienced it twice before: once when he first met Mystergan, and once when he saved Lisanna last time.

"This...this is the magic?!"

King Thomas leaned against the window and looked at the sky not far away. His face was full of shock. He finally understood why Moen and Mystergan had asked him to evacuate the people of Crocus.

The vortex hovering in the sky exuded a chilling aura, as if it wanted to suck everything in the world into it.

(End of this chapter)