Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious?

Ron smiled and then found a long-sealed tarot deck near the bar.

Let's draw the Joker!

......

Time flies, and after several rounds, some are happy while others are sad.

Makarov sat dejectedly in his chair, hugging his knees and questioning the meaning of life.

"Why, why did I lose to a child?"

Basically, in the end, it always ended with Makarov being the loser.

Ron was still looking smug, mocking Makarov from the side.

"The president is still too inexperienced. He should go back and practice more."

Kana watched the commotion unfold before her, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her smile never faltering.

Makarov's fighting spirit was rekindled, and he decided to start a new game, which Ron and Kana agreed to.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Ron took the opportunity to ask Cana after drawing her hand card.

"Kana, you're here now. Have you ever thought about joining Fairy Tail?"

Kana paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought after drawing the card.

"Stay here?"

Makarov perked up upon hearing this and nodded, saying:

"Yeah, now that you've joined Fairy Tail, you don't need to look for a place to live. The Fairy Tail guild provides dormitories for girls, isn't that great?"

Kana threw down two cards and said with her head down:

But I'm not a mage...

"Then go learn magic, and once you become a Fairy Tail mage, you can stay here."

Ron interrupted first, trying to persuade Cana.

“I think tarot cards suit you quite well; you’ve never lost one.”

Makarov agreed with Ron.

"Magic cards, that's a good idea."

Kana hesitated again, and whispered:

"But can I learn magic?"

Ron said:

"You have to believe in yourself; everything comes from your heart."

If you believe, the future you hope for will definitely come true.

Kana was stunned for a moment, and then a surge of hope welled up inside her.

Now that her father is here, she can live nearby and one day she will be reunited with him.

"Okay, then I'll try to learn magic."

After saying this, Kana became conflicted again. What if her father never recognized her?

Makarov was delighted to hear this, but then he felt powerless when he saw that he only had two cards left.

Kana casually drew a card, leaving only the Joker for Makarov, who then became the loser again.

"What a terrible game! Let's play again!"

Ron put away the tarot cards and smiled:

"No, I'm tired of it."

Seeing the two of them bickering like family again, Kana's inner turmoil lessened considerably.

A smile returned to her face.

Finally, Kana yawned and lay down on the bench to sleep.

Makarov smiled with relief when he saw her asleep.

"Girls are so innocent and much cuter than you guys."

Makarov looked at Ron and shook his head, saying:

"My first step would be to keep her away from you, so you don't contaminate her."

Ron smiled and then remained silent.

You haven't seen what she looked like after she grew up and became an alcoholic. If you had, your illusions would have been shattered.

But who knows? After all, with me now being an influencing factor, the future is uncertain.

"By the way, President, are there any more private places?"

Ron glanced around the lobby on the first floor and asked.

"What's up?"

Makarov asked, puzzled.

"I recently found a few hidden magic books at home, and I've just learned them. I'd like you to give me your opinion."

"Oh?"

Makarov raised an eyebrow, his confusion deepening.

What kind of magic has this child learned that I need to evaluate?

Chapter 22 Lost Ancient Magic

"There are too many people here, so it's not convenient to show it."

Ron glanced at Cana, who was unusually asleep, and the other mages lying in the hall, and shook his head at Makarov.

Seeing Ron's unusually serious expression, Makarov also stopped joking and began to think about where there was a sufficiently secretive place in the guild.

"Come with me to the second floor."

In the end, Makarov decided to take Ron upstairs.

Although this is against the guild rules, what can you do when Makarov is the guild leader?

The rules he spoke of were, of course, the rules. As he spoke, he stepped onto the stairs beside him and went up.

With the president's permission, Ron followed in Makarov's footsteps and went up to the second floor, a place that many members had never been before.

What comes into view is the same task bulletin board as on the first floor.

The difference is that these are all S-class missions that only S-class mages can access.

However, Ron only stared at the bulletin board for a while before turning his attention away from it, since he couldn't access these mission assignments at the moment.

Makarov put his hands behind his back and asked Ron:

"You just told Kana that whether or not you can learn magic comes from your heart, right? Where did you learn that from?"

Ron blurted out:

"This is what I've come up with by summarizing all the theories. Just like the guild's motto, magic is not a power of miracles, but rather the flow of energy within the human body. Magic is the result of condensing mental power and concentration, and infusing it into one's entire soul."

The three super magic spells in Fairy Tail are all related to the mind and longing, which is obviously the key to the power of super magic.

This is why the Silencer's talent focuses on acquiring intelligence, which allows him to gain magic and mental power; these are all related.

Makarov nodded, looking at Ron with newfound respect.

He said with satisfaction:

"It seems that after studying, your basic magical knowledge is sufficient."

Although your natural magical power is not high, it's clear that you've started to make up for it. Now, just keep moving forward on the path you believe in.

"But I think Kana's magical talent is a bit insecure, which is completely different from yours."

Makarov then frowned, looked up at the ceiling, and fell into thought.

"I've only seen a few people possess that kind of powerful magical energy, one of whom is Gildarts from the guild."

Ron remained silent. He naturally knew who Kana inherited her talent from, but he couldn't very well reveal to Makarov that they were father and daughter. After all, they hadn't acknowledged each other yet, and it would be a bit much to say it out loud.

"President, you haven't forgotten why we came up here, have you?"

Ron noticed that Makarov had strayed a bit off-topic, so he casually offered a reminder.

Makarov snapped out of his daze, stroked his beard, and burst into laughter.

"Please be understanding, it's common for older people to have difficulty concentrating."

"Then come on, show me your magic!"

Seeing this, Ron was still a little worried and said:

"President, this magic is only effective when cast on people, you..."

The president, still looking nonchalant, interrupted Ron, saying:

"It's okay, don't worry about me. I'm in better physical condition than you look. This little bit won't hurt me."

"Ok."

Ron nodded, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

I warned you beforehand, and it's only a B-rank magic, so the guild master should be able to handle it easily.

Ron opened his eyes, revealing a focused gaze.

He raised his right hand toward Makarov, silently chanting his magic.

Silent Magic - Last Words

In an instant, a dark purple magic circle lit up behind Ron, surrounded by several wisps of dark purple distorted waves.

The flow of magic created a strong airflow around him, causing his silver-gray hair to dance wildly in the wind, and even the white hair on both sides of Makarov's head was blown by the wind.

Upon seeing the dark purple light behind Ron, which he had never seen before, Makarov was taken aback at first, and then his expression became serious.

On the dark purple magic circle, all the characters that make up the magic circle are not the characters we see today, but distorted ancient characters!

Ron then cast a spell, and a strange, zigzagging white circle appeared beneath Makarov's feet, surrounding him.

Makarov frowned even more. The white circle appeared on him without warning, and he couldn't dodge it.

He didn't take it lightly; he slowly channeled the magic within his body, preparing to deal with this strange spell.

To his surprise, the magic shrank instantly and merged into Makarov's body within seconds.

Strangely, Makarov only felt a slight tingling sensation in his head, and nothing else.

Such a large-scale operation, yet only causing this subtle harm, made Makarov unconsciously reveal a playful smile.

"Is this your magic? It's not very powerful."

Just then, the task list on the bulletin board was accidentally knocked off by the breeze caused by Ron and floated to the ceiling with the airflow.

Upon seeing this, Makarov instinctively tried to use his gigantification magic to grab the quest sheet.

Just as he was casting his spell as usual, he found that he could not mobilize the magic power within his body, as if he had severed the connection with his own magic power.

No matter how he tried to manipulate it, the magic did not change with his movements; it simply flowed instinctively in the magic circuits, and there were no magical fluctuations in the air.

After the airflow weakened, the task sheet spun once in mid-air, and then, as usual, fell to the ground and remained motionless due to gravity.

Makarov's smile vanished instantly, and he stared in shock at the task sheet on the ground.

He raised his head solemnly and stared at Ron with an incredulous look.

"Kid, what's going on here?"

What did you do to me?

Ron remained calm, having anticipated this reaction, and picked up the task sheet.

He walked toward the bulletin board, explaining as he went.