Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

What kept Eileen alive was the child in her womb.

Even though Eileen's obsession with turning back into a human 400 years later had driven her mad, her love for her daughter still led her to send the child away from her before harming her.

If appealing to family relationships doesn't work, Hope still has another key.

That was the Wise Dragon, Belserion.

Belserion was Irene's mentor and friend, one of the few people she truly trusted and cherished. Together with Irene, he created the "Enchanting Technique" and shared his power with her, thus giving birth to "Dragon Slayer Magic".

Bercelion holds a special significance for Irene, as evidenced by the fact that Irene uses Bercelion as her surname.

Hope, on the other hand, was personally taught the "Holy Dragon Slayer Magic" by the Wise Dragon's Thought Entity.

Erza's body also contains a Dragon Slayer Crystal made from the heart of a Wise Dragon, which was personally implanted into her by the Wise Dragon.

These two identities should be enough to make Eileen lower her guard, and Hope believes that by using the story of the Wise Dragon's Thoughts as a starting point, she can resolve Eileen's inner conflict.

If that still doesn't work, then we can only wait until the magnetic field power is cultivated to 90 units, enough to alter the DNA of living beings, and then turn Eileen back into a human on a material level.

But that's too far off; Hope has only just reached the 20 horsepower mark.

Walking down the street, carrying two boxes of milk to visit the most influential person in the city, Hope suddenly felt that she was probably the most outrageous visitor in Florasia.

It doesn't matter.

The gift is secondary; sincerity is what matters.

Hope's gift was ready, but Erza's side started acting strangely again.

"Erza, what's wrong?"

Hope noticed that the girl next to her had been distracted since earlier, her gaze wandering and her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

The disciplinary committee member who was invincible on the battlefield and had the final say in the guild now looked like a helpless little girl.

“I’m thinking…” Erza bit her lip, “What should I wear to see my mother?”

"Oh, this..."

Hope was speechless. Was this really such a difficult question...?

Erza stopped and looked down at her clothes. When she went out, she was wearing her usual knight's armor and short skirt, which was convenient for movement and also in line with her usual capable style.

But wearing this outfit to meet a mother she's never met seems inappropriate.

When visiting relatives, one should dress appropriately and beautifully. However, Erza has too many clothes, and coupled with her deep affection for her mother, this usually decisive female knight is now at a loss as to which outfit to choose.

Hope couldn't help but laugh when she saw her conflicted expression.

"What's so funny!" Erza glared at him, her ears turning slightly red.

"I don't usually laugh unless I can't help it."

Hope suppressed her smile and said seriously, "I just think it's so cute that our Fairy Tail Queen would get so worked up over such a small thing."

Erza blushed instantly upon realizing she was being teased, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

"Hope!"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Hope looked around and his gaze fell on the window of a clothing store not far away. "Our Queen looks good in everything. If we really don't know which dress to choose, why not do as the Romans do and try out the style of the Western Continent?"

Chapter 406 Trying on Clothes

Hope had already led Erza into the clothing store.

The shop is small, but exquisitely decorated, with all kinds of dresses hanging on the walls, from casual everyday wear to formal gowns, from simple and elegant to gorgeous and elaborate.

The most eye-catching item was a whole row of women's clothing in the style of the Alvarez Empire, with bold cuts that inadvertently revealed a unique noble temperament.

"welcome!"

The shop owner was a woman in her thirties with long, dark brown curly hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons when she smiled. "You two are from out of town, aren't you? What kind of..."

The female shop owner abruptly stopped speaking halfway through her sentence.

Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Erza, her lips trembling slightly, and the professional smile on her face instantly transformed into surprise and reverence.

"Lady Irene... Lady Irene!"

The female shop owner almost blurted out, "You...you came to a small shop like mine in person? I...I'll get it for you right away..."

Feeling embarrassed by the female boss's excessive enthusiasm, Erza quickly waved her hand, "You've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not Erin Belserion."

"No?" The female shopkeeper was stunned, her gaze sweeping over the woman's face, growing increasingly confused. "But your appearance, your hair color, are exactly like Lady Eileen's..."

Erza turned her head slightly to conceal the complex emotions that flashed across her eyes.

"She is indeed not your Lady Irene."

Hope laughed and said, "We are Eileen's relatives, and we came here specifically to visit her."

"Oh! So you're a relative of Lady Eileen!" The shopkeeper exclaimed, her enthusiasm only growing stronger. "Then we must treat you even better! Come, come, miss, what kind of style do you like? Although our shop isn't the biggest in Florasia, it definitely understands women's hearts the best!"

Erza was half-pulled, half-draggled inside by the enthusiastic female shopkeeper. She glanced back at Hope, her eyes filled with a pleading look.

Hope gave her a thumbs up and mouthed, "Take your time, no rush."

For the next forty minutes, the small clothing store became Erza's private runway.

She emerged from the fitting room, having changed into a deep purple empire-style long dress. The neckline was perfectly plunging, the waist was cinched, and the skirt flowed down like water.

"It's too formal, like we're going to a royal banquet." Erza shook her head and turned back to the fitting room.

The second time she came out, she changed into a pale yellow off-shoulder top paired with dark trousers, looking simple, capable, and exuding a heroic spirit.

"It doesn't seem gentle enough." Erza looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, then shook her head.

The third one was a light pink dress with layers of ruffles blooming on the hem, and a white ribbon tied at the waist, making her look as sweet as a cake.

Even Hope couldn't help but sigh inwardly: having a good figure means you can do whatever you want and perfectly pull off any style of clothing.

But Erza was still not satisfied.

"That's too childish. What will she think if she sees me dressed like this? Will she think I'm not mature enough?"

The female shop owner, watching from the side, was dazzled and couldn't help but mutter, "This young lady's standards are really high..."

Hope leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the scene with a relaxed expression. He knew that Erza wasn't troubled by the clothes, but by her feelings.

This is a child who has never seen his mother. When he is about to reunite with her, he doesn't know how to appear in front of her.

Wearing armor is too cold.

Wearing a formal dress would be too distant.

I dress cutely, but I'm afraid of being mistaken for a child.

They want to get close, to be recognized, and to leave a good impression, but they don't know what kind of person the other person likes.

This inner turmoil and bitterness reveals a different side of Erza.

"Hope." Erza poked her head out from the fitting room, her cheeks slightly flushed, her voice barely audible, "Come here for a second."

Hope walked over and was pulled into the fitting room.

The fitting room wasn't very big, and the two of them were almost touching when they stood together. Erza's breath brushed against his chin, carrying a faint fragrance.

"I don't know which one to wear," Erza said softly, clutching the dress she hadn't tried on yet. "You help me choose."

"My choice?"

"Mm." Erza looked up, her amber eyes reflecting his face. "Whatever you choose, I'll wear."

Hope paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Then I'll really choose it."

Hope then returned to the store and looked around, her gaze finally settling on a white dress.

It was a typical Alvarez Empire style short skirt, with a simple white belted top, the neckline and cuffs adorned with delicate lace patterns, and a knee-length pleated skirt. A dark blue wide belt was tied around the waist, which not only accentuated the slender waist but also gave it a dignified and elegant look.

The overall style is fresh and elegant, but the details reveal a touch of boldness.

"Try this one." Hope handed the white dress to Erza.

Erza took the clothes, glanced at him, and turned to close the fitting room curtain.

A rustling sound came from inside.

A moment later, the curtain was drawn back.

Hope's eyes lit up slightly.

The white mini-skirt perfectly accentuated her figure, the hem falling just above her knees to reveal her slender, fair legs. The neckline was designed just right, neither too revealing nor too conservative.

The Western Continent-style cut gives the dress an exotic feel, and it doesn't look out of place on Erza at all. This dress also perfectly combines Erza's heroic spirit and femininity.

"How about it?"

Erza was unusually flustered, tugging at her skirt and asking nervously, "Isn't this too short?"

“No.” Hope shook her head seriously. “It looks great.”

"Really?"

When have I ever lied to you?

Erza looked at herself in the mirror and finally smiled with satisfaction.

Hope greeted the female shop owner, who was tidying up clothes, "Boss, I'll take this one."

"okay!"

Hope paused, placed a large piece of gold on the counter, and said, "By the way, could you please pack one of each type of women's clothing in the store?"

Erza paused for a moment, then realized what he was about to do, a blush rising to her face. "Hope, I already have enough clothes..."

Hope asserted matter-of-factly, "How can we come all the way to the Western Continent without bringing back some local specialties?"

"Clothes are hardly a local specialty..."

"Why doesn't it count?"

The female shop owner was beaming from ear to ear. "Sir, you're so generous! Where would you like to deliver this to?"

Hope gave the address of Eileen Manor.