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

The door of the covered wagon opened from the inside, revealing Ron, who was dressed in thick clothes.

The driver exhaled cold, white breath and shivered as he said:

"The carriage can't go any further. If we continue deeper into the area, we won't be able to recognize the road anymore."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work on this journey."

Ron nodded, picked up all his equipment and luggage, and jumped off the wagon.

He took a bag full of J coins from his person and handed it to the driver.

"This is the final payment, plus extra fare for your transportation."

Go back the way you came right away. Don't linger here any longer, and be careful.

As soon as the coachman received the money bag, he immediately bowed to Ron in thanks.

"Ron, take care too. Have a safe trip."

"Bon Voyage."

After saying goodbye to the coachman, Ron entered Icemark Town, intending to find the person who commissioned him to find out where the Icefield Wolf pack was.

After knocking on the door and asking the residents, Ron arrived at the mayor's cabin.

He brushed the snow off his shoulders, pushed open the wooden door, and saw a middle-aged man wrapped in a fur coat sighing by the fireplace.

Upon hearing the wooden door open, the middle-aged man looked puzzled as he saw a stranger walk in.

"Mayor, right? I'm a mage who's been commissioned to deal with the wolf pack."

Ron pulled out the mission assignment sheet from his pocket and showed it to the middle-aged man.

The mayor paused for a moment, looked Ron, who still looked like a child, up and down, and frowned even more deeply.

"Why did the Mage Guild send a kid? Can you even handle a horde of monsters?"

Ron didn't care about the mayor's doubts. After all, he had learned along the way that people in these remote villages and towns didn't understand the difference between mages and ordinary people.

He just didn't expect the town mayor who made the request to react this way; it seems he's still a bit inexperienced.

Instead of worrying about me, you should tell me the exact location where the Icefield Dire Wolves are spotted.

Seeing Ron's confident gaze, the mayor decided to believe him.

"Alright, once you leave Icemark Town, head north and you'll find a small canyon. That's the territory of those Icefield Dire Wolves."

The mayor pointed to the north-facing window and couldn't help but add a final word of advice.

"Every single one of those Icefield Wolves over there is taller than you. It's not too late for you to back out now."

Ron simply nodded in response:

"Thank you for the directions. I'll be back after I've dealt with the wolves."

After saying that, Ron turned around, pushed open the door again, and walked back into the icy snow.

After helping to close the door, the mayor did not return to the fireplace, but instead watched from the window to see how the newly arrived mage would deal with the wolf pack.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the mayor's house, Ron stopped in a clearing on the edge of the village.

Just as the mayor was wondering what he was going to do, he saw Ron pull out something he never expected.

Ron took out a blank scroll he had prepared and laid it flat on the snow. Then he took out a brush and some special ink.

The residents who had been observing from inside the house began to peer out the windows when they saw Ron's actions.

The residents whispered among themselves in their houses, all looking puzzled.

Under this snowy ground, this mage wanted to spread out paper and pen to draw. What exactly was he planning to do?

Ron just wanted to see if the ink would work.

He prepared ink after equipping the Sai character card that day, but if he still couldn't draw after injecting magic, he would have to think of another way.

After Ron infused the ink and brush with magic, he began to write on the scroll.

Surprisingly, these magical inks did not freeze due to the temperature; instead, they remained liquid and adhered to the blank spaces, forming lines.

Ron's face lit up with joy, and he began to flip his wrist and continue drawing.

The brush tip moved smoothly across the scroll, and in less than ten seconds, a giant ink bird appeared on the scroll.

"It seems my worries were unnecessary."

After finishing his work, Ron smiled with satisfaction.

He put away his brush, touched the giant ink bird he had painted, and then something magical happened.

A dark magic circle lit up on the scroll, and the giant ink-wash bird seemed to come alive, twisting its body and trying to break free from the scroll.

The mayor and the residents stared in disbelief at the sight before them.

Phew~!

With a cry, the giant bird made of ink flapped its wings and took flight.

The mayor and residents peering out the windows stared wide-eyed, their eyes bulging like saucers.

"Oh my god! The bird I drew has become real!"

"Is this magic?!"

Amid the residents' gasps, Ron leaped and landed steadily on the broad back of the giant ink-painting bird, wide enough to accommodate several people.

"Excellent, the stability far exceeds expectations. Now we can finish this quickly."

Ron felt the sensation under his feet and nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's set off and fly towards the northern canyon."

Ron gently stepped on the back of the giant bird, and the bird exerted its strength, its wings gradually flapping.

Ron gradually ascended into the air, watched by the residents.

Then, the giant bird exerted its strength instantly, transforming into a black streak of light, leaving behind a powerful airflow from its flapping wings that whipped up the surface snow, and sped off toward the north of Icemark Town.

Ron sat steadily on it, and together with the giant bird, they soared into the sky amidst the swirling snow.

He leaned out and looked down from above, taking in the entire snowfield.

With the help of the thick cotton clothes and the basic flow of magic, Ron's body could maintain a normal temperature, so he did not feel cold.

Using the giant bird's advantage, Ron took less than five minutes to cross several small snow hills and find the canyon.

He arrived above the canyon and saw his mission objective.

The canyon is filled with huge ice pillars, and at the foot of the pillars, thirty or forty ice field wolves, each the size of a bull, are gathered together.

With their ice-blue fur and enormous fangs, they were tearing apart the remains of several deer.

Their territory was littered with countless remaining bones, a testament to their ferocity as predators.

"Found it."

As Ron muttered to himself, white breath escaped from his mouth.

Ron, through his gloves, reached into the bag containing magical clay and began to mold small white spheres.

Since there was no need to sculpt them into small animals anymore, the sculpting was much faster this time.

Ron then scattered the clay, and countless round pieces of clay rained down from the sky onto the wolf pack below.

The pack of wolves stopped eating when the sphere gradually descended to a certain height within their territory.

Unfortunately, the sphere had already landed beside them, and it was too late to deal with it.

"drink!"