Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

"Don't corrupt the children!!"

"..."

Amidst the buzz of discussion and a flurry of speculations, some of which became increasingly outlandish, the protagonist finally arrived right on time.

Hope was wearing a simple white shirt, with a dark blue long trench coat over it, and black trousers. She looked energetic and radiant.

Eileen wore a deep purple dress with a gold belt around her waist, and her long, crimson hair was braided into an exquisite braid that hung down in front of her chest.

Erza did not choose armor, but instead wore a light red dress with the hem just above her knees, revealing a section of her fair calves.

Mirajane's long, silvery-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a gentle and charming appearance, with her usual tender smile playing on her lips. Kana, unusually, didn't carry any alcohol with her, though her attire remained as unrestrained as ever.

The four people all looked incredibly healthy, with fair and rosy skin, bright and spirited eyes, and an inner radiance about them.

It seemed as if it had been thoroughly nourished.

"You guys are up early," Hope greeted her companions.

Makarov curled his lip. "You're too late."

Hope shrugged. "Do I have a habit of arriving early?"

Wendy looked up at Mirajane with an innocent expression. "Mirajane, what were you all busy with yesterday? I didn't see you all day."

Mirajane paused slightly, a barely perceptible blush crossing her face.

She glanced subconsciously at Hope, then at Eileen beside her, cleared her throat, and tried to appear calm and composed. "Yesterday I was...in-depth...training."

Having been manipulated by the petty Eileen and tormented by that beast Hope, Mirajane now feels that her fighting spirit and patience in certain aspects have greatly increased.

This should be considered special training... right?

Mirajane silently convinced herself.

When Kana heard her words, she almost couldn't keep her smile. Eighteen centimeters was indeed a very deep training. Didn't you see that Mirajane was so tired that she was still a little unsteady on her feet?

Mirajane glared at her, annoyed. "Why don't you tell me what you were doing yesterday? You have the nerve to laugh at me."

Without batting an eye, Kana chuckled and started spouting nonsense: "Sorry, I drank too much yesterday and passed out, so I don't remember anything."

Everyone knew exactly what she was drinking. They all knew Kana too well; a drunkard would obviously drink alcohol, so what else could it be? Water, perhaps?

However, the truth is quite the opposite.

In fact, Kana didn't drink a drop of alcohol all day yesterday, but she definitely couldn't say what could make someone pass out from drinking.

Anyway, I'm full after drinking the two cups, one above and one below.

Thinking of those unspeakable scenes, Kana's lips curled up slightly, still feeling a little unsatisfied. Hope's life essence tasted amazing.

As for Erza, she told her companions that she had a long talk with her mother, Irene, after all, they needed to rebuild their relationship after being separated for so many years, and everyone could understand.

Only Hope was reminiscing about yesterday's oyakodon (chicken and egg rice bowl).

Erza truly lives up to her reputation as a great collector of clothing; she even owns "clothes" like harnesses. The black leather harnesses that Erin wore looked incredibly charming.

Two figures, clad in black leather harnesses, lay side-by-side on the bed, both with long red hair, both with impeccably beautiful faces, and both...

That scene, wow...

Hope felt a burning sensation in her nose and quickly sealed those overly stimulating images deep into her memory, clearing her throat.

He looked around and saw that his companions were all full of energy and high spirits, clearly looking forward to today's exchange with the mage Alvarez.

"President, everyone's here, shall we set off?" Hope asked Makarov.

Makarov nodded, his gaze sweeping between Hope and Erza, Mirajane and Kana, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

He's lived for so many years, what hasn't he seen?

The three children's complexions clearly showed...

Young people these days really don't know how to restrain themselves. Don't they know that there are only oxen that die from overwork, not land that is ruined by plowing?

Oh, so the ox plowing the field was Hope. That's alright then.

Makarov sighed inwardly. If he had had Hope's abnormally energetic body when he was young, he might have been even more unrestrained than him.

Just as Makarov was lost in thought, pale blue magic surged from Hope's palm, quickly outlining a circular shape in the air.

The arc grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into a huge ring that flowed with the luster of water.

The Wings of Water unfold.

The magic enveloped everyone from above, and pale blue light poured down like a curtain of water, swallowing up all of them.

As the light faded, the figures of the group disappeared from the courtyard of Eileen Manor.

Chapter 438 Visdalen

When I opened my eyes again, the scenery around me had changed drastically.

The luxurious manor, the blooming roses, and the neatly manicured lawns have all vanished. In their place stands a magnificent and imposing city, like a sleeping behemoth lying prostrate on the earth.

Imperial soldiers in armor stood guard at the city gate, each one standing tall with their heads held high, their eyes sharp, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

The city is called Vesdalen.

The capital of the Alvarez Empire, and also the residence of the emperor, Superrigan, or rather, the dark mage Zeref.

Lucy looked up at the scene before her and murmured to herself, "This is... the capital of Alvarez?"

The city of Vestalian sits on a vast plain, its walls tall and thick, built of dark stone, with no superfluous decorations on the surface, only the imperial emblem gleaming with a dark gold luster in the sunlight.

The city walls are far taller than any city in Ishgar; the outer walls alone are at least thirty meters high and incredibly thick, enough to withstand large-scale magical attacks.

There was a watchtower every so often on the city wall, and the imperial flags on top of the towers fluttered in the wind.

The city's main buildings are predominantly white, constructed primarily of heavy bricks and metal, giving them a rugged and austere overall style, quite unlike the light and airy architecture of Ishgar.

This isn't a city, it's practically a war fortress.

Surprisingly, the city did not feel dull because of its coldness and hardness.

On the contrary, the Visdalen are full of vitality.

"Wow, there are so many people!" Wendy exclaimed in surprise at the endless stream of people at the city gate.

Carriages, caravans, travelers, mages... all sorts of people gathered from all directions, forming long queues at the city gate, and orderly undergoing inspections before entering the city.

“Let’s go, let’s go into the city and take a look.” Hope took the lead and walked towards the city gate.

The crowd followed and merged into the flow of people.

Getting through the city gate check was much simpler than I had imagined.

Eileen simply stood there, and not only the soldiers in charge of the inspection, but also many people in the surrounding crowd waiting to enter the city knelt down. In this empire that reveres martial prowess, strength is everything.

And Eileen happens to be one of the top Alvarez mages.

To those unaware of the truth, she was far from being as kind and gentle as the Magic King.

The group passed through the city gate and entered Vesdalen.

The scene inside the city was even more lively than outside.

As the imperial capital, Vestalian was naturally very prosperous, with buildings arranged in a staggered and undulating manner, and light-colored stone gleaming with a calm luster under the sunlight.

The road is wide and flat, with shops lining both sides, offering everything from weapons and armor to jewelry, from magical items to everyday goods.

Like the port of Vistalia, prices in Vestalian are very affordable, even cheaper than in port cities.

But what's most striking isn't the prices, but the people.

To be precise, it is the temperament of the Vesdarian people.

Everyone here, whether they are street vendors, pedestrians hurrying along, or patrolling soldiers, carries a unique quality.

It was a special kind of confidence and pride.

This quality is rarely seen in Hope elsewhere, but in Vistarian, it is present in almost every adult.

Hope looked around thoughtfully and said, "The people here seem to admire force even more than in other cities on the Western Continent."

"That's the spirit of Albayre."

Levy opened her notebook and explained, "Before the unification of the Western Continent, there were constant wars between the countries. Alvarez was able to grow from a small country into an empire that unified the entire continent, all thanks to its military strength."

"Therefore, the Albays people admire strength and worship the strong."

"This situation is more common in the capital."

Erza nodded, her gaze sweeping over the crowd on the street.

The topics of conversation among passersby were mostly about recent battles, the achievements of certain generals, and the breakthroughs in the strength of certain mages.

"Did you know? I heard that Lord 'Death' has conquered several more islands, and the Imperial garrison has already gone there."

“A few islands are nothing. Lord Larcade brought back a very powerful robot.”

"What robot? Lord Val is an alchemist. You know alchemists, right? That's a branch of magic unique to the Northern Continent."

"Speaking of which, the Empire has been making quite a stir lately. First, there was Lady Timaria, the 'War Consort,' and then Lady Brandish was awarded the title of 'Collapsed Nation.'"

"Is another war about to break out?"

"Who knows? Maybe something big is about to happen..."

"Who cares! With His Majesty personally in charge, no enemy can stand against him! The unification of the Western Continent is all thanks to His Majesty!"

Hope's lips curled slightly as she heard these comments.

The people of Alvarez's adoration of Emperor Superrigan had reached a near-fanatical level. In their minds, this emperor, who had single-handedly unified the western continent, was the most powerful and warlike being in the entire empire.

But in reality, the person who truly deserves the greatest credit for the expansion and unification of the western continent by the Alvarez Empire is August.

That magic king, the emperor's unknown child, has tirelessly managed the empire for his father for decades, handling everything from politics and military affairs to people's livelihood, big and small, personally.

On the contrary, Zeref, this hands-off manager, either secluded himself to study magic or, when he couldn't suppress his emotions, would go out for a stroll and find a place to shut himself off.

However, thanks to Auguste's deliberate manipulation, the people were unaware of these things; all they needed to know was that there was a powerful and wise emperor.

Thinking of this, Hope couldn't help but sigh in his heart, August, you are such a filial son.

Unfortunately, his filial piety seemed to have been distorted by his mother's love...