Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

"Tsk."

The Earth Dragon looked down at its dissipating body and clicked its tongue in dissatisfaction. At this moment, its source of magic—the unlucky Neinhardt—had finally given up completely.

The mage in green armor, who loved to look down on everyone, had rolled his eyes and fainted at the edge of the arena. His face was ashen, his magic power had been completely drained, and only his faint breathing proved that he was still alive.

If it weren't for Inbel using his magic to help him at the last moment, Neinhart's final fate would likely have been to suffer from magic deficiency and die in pain and despair.

The Earth Dragon's gaze passed through Natsu, looking towards the distant sky, and he said in a calm tone, "Not being able to fight you in my full strength is the last regret of my life. It's really true that I have a new regret even after death."

“But Natsu... your strength is worthy of your status as the son of the Fire Dragon King and the younger brother of the Flame Dragon!”

Having earned the approval of his former enemy, and one who looked down on humanity, Natsu stood up and gave the Earth God Dragon a serious thumbs-up: "You're a good opponent too! Next time we'll see..."

There won't be a next time.

The Earth Dragon chuckled softly: "After all, I am already dead. But if it were you... perhaps you could truly forge a path different from the Black Dragon's, a path that transcends the boundaries between dragons and humans."

The Earth Dragon's final words carried a hint of relief, but then he looked displeasedly in a certain direction outside the palace, letting out a cold snort: "Ignia, you bastard, you won't even come to see your brother one last time?"

As it was about to dissipate, the Earth Dragon's voice was so faint that only Natsu, who was nearby, could hear it. Natsu called out, "Um... Ignia is imprisoned in the North Continent. Even if he wanted to come, there's nothing he could do."

"impossible."

The Earth Dragon interrupted him, saying decisively, "I'm not sure about other dragons, but I've memorized the scent of Ignia into my soul."

“I can say with 100% certainty that he is in this city right now.”

Leaving behind its last words, and amidst Natsu's confusion, the Earth God Dragon's phantom body completely transformed into a speck of golden light, like dust, and dissipated in the wind.

Natsu stood still, the flame patterns on his body slowly fading away.

How could the Flame Dragon have arrived in the Western Continent without even Hope noticing, even with the Magic Dragon and Water Dragon monitoring him? If he had that kind of strength, would he have been beaten to his knees by the Water, Moon, and Magic Dragons back then?

The Earth Dragon must have misjudged things...

The joy of victory made Natsu put this small question out of his mind. He looked at his friends and family with a happy smile, like an idiot.

"Everyone! I won again!"

"We won!"

While sharing the spoils of victory, Natsu suddenly swayed and stumbled. The "Crimson Dragon" mode, which combines the power of demons and dragons, was ultimately too much of a burden.

The emptiness he felt after shutting down was something even Natsu couldn't quite handle.

The blue kitten spread its wings and flew off the ring, just as Natsu was about to fall forward, it desperately caught him with its small body. Happy flapped its wings and couldn't help but complain:

"Natsu, you've gotten heavier again! But you're still not as heavy as Lucy."

"Hehe, Lucy and I ate a lot of delicious food when we were playing the other day."

"Damn Hakimi! Who are you calling heavier?! I'm clearly lighter than Natsu!"

"Let's fight! Let's fight! I want to see rivers of blood!"

"Hee hee~"

Compared to his lively companions, Hope only wore a superficial smile, but in his heart he was thinking about the whispered words that the Earth God Dragon had said to Natsu before it disappeared.

With Hope's hearing, she could hear their voices even without using magic.

The Earth God Dragon actually sensed the scent of the Flame God Dragon Ignia in the capital of the Alvarez Empire... The Earth God Dragon and the Flame God Dragon have a close relationship, so it's unlikely that the Earth God Dragon would resort to a lie at the end.

If it's true, considering the sudden disappearance of the dragon, Hope suspects that the Water Dragon and the Magic Dragon are also in this city.

But what made them leave the Northern Continent without even saying goodbye?

Hope's eyes flashed; there was only one answer.

"The Dragon's Cry," and the mysterious black-armored man whose whereabouts and identity are unknown, who traveled back from the future!

Even the disappearance of the black dragon might be related to this.

Hope frowned slightly. Putting aside the black dragon, the "Dragon's Cry" could even control a dragon at the level of a dragon king. Was the Dragon's Cry Wand so powerful that it was overpowered, or was the mysterious person's strength simply too great?

Was the previous "nine deaths and one life" celestial warning because of this mysterious person from the future?

With that in mind, Hope decided to give up watching the fun and thoroughly investigate the capital city, inside and out. He refused to believe that anyone could escape his sharp eyes when he got serious.

Just then, a voice rang out from afar within the training ground.

"Wow, it's so lively!"

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Two figures appeared. It was Zeref, the melancholic and handsome man still dressed in a black robe and white cloth, accompanied by a blonde girl dressed in revealing clothes, looking like a female leopard.

Jelf entered the training ground with an apologetic smile on his face.

But Hope felt that this guy gave him a different feeling, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Perhaps it was because I knew I was about to be free that my mindset changed.

Chapter 455 Will you bless us?

"Oh my, isn't this our hands-off boss, His Majesty?"

Hope looked at the belated Jeff and said with just the right amount of teasing, "I thought you were going to arrive at the very last minute of the conference."

Jelf gave an apologetic smile: "I was researching a spell and got delayed."

Hope raised an eyebrow, glancing at the blonde girl beside him, his smile deepening. "Researching magic? With a pretty girl? Zeref, you wouldn't be using your power to take advantage of your female subordinates again, would you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze towards Zeref shifted slightly.

While it might be a bit unfair to say that to Zeref, who wouldn't want to sit back and watch the outrageous gossip of a dark mage while snacking on some melon seeds?

Before Jelf could speak, the blond girl beside him angrily said, "How dare you talk back to His Majesty!"

Hope glanced at her, choosing to ignore her, then turned to Eileen and asked, "Who is this girl? She talks so rudely. Doesn't she know that even Jelf has to be very polite to me?"

I really don't know...

While inwardly complaining, Eileen told Hope, "Her name is Timalia, nicknamed War Queen. She's quite strong, on par with Brandish among the younger generation."

Timalia? The one who is said to be a descendant of the god of time.

Hope remembered Augustus saying that her most proficient time magic was...

"Time stops!"

In an instant, Hope's eyes lit up, and she looked at Timalia as if she were seeing some rare treasure, giving the battlefield-slaying female knight goosebumps.

"Hey! If you keep looking, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Timalia glared warily at Hope. "And another thing! Everyone in all of Albarese knows that I, Timalia, am only interested in women! You filthy man!"

Oh, and she's a dead lesbian.

Hope shrugged. He was simply craving Timalia's magic; as for the person... Mirajane's "transformation magic" was top-notch at the time.

Jelf stepped into the arena, his gaze sweeping over everyone, lingering only briefly on each one, before finally pausing slightly when it landed on that petite golden figure.

But it was only for a moment.

It's just that the speed at which their gaze moves is slightly slower than when they look at others.

Mavis leaned against the railing of the stands, her petite body slightly tilted forward, her amber eyes fixed on Zeref the moment he stepped into the arena.

She imagined countless scenarios of their reunion. He might be surprised, he might shed tears, or he might look at her with the same restrained yet burning gaze he had during that forbidden night.

But there was nothing there.

When those eyes swept over her, it was as if they were sweeping over a stone or a tree, as if she were just a complete stranger.

Mavis's fingertips gently clenched the hem of her clothes.

Didn't Jelf recognize me?

Impossible. Although she has been dead for over eighty years, her appearance after resurrection is exactly the same as before. After all, her body has been stuck at this age forever because of the use of the unfinished "law". How could Zeref not recognize her?

Unless... he doesn't want to admit it.

Or perhaps they simply dare not acknowledge it.

This thought made Mavis feel a tightness in her chest.

She knew the terrifying nature of the "contradictory curse" on Zeref—the more deeply one loved something, the more likely it was to trigger the curse, unleashing death energy that would destroy it.

So Mavis understood his deliberate distancing, but understanding was one thing, but when those earnest eyes that she had longed for for over eighty years swept over her indifferently, it would be a lie to say she didn't feel uncomfortable.

Auguste keenly noticed the disappointment on his mother's face, but there was really nothing he could do about it.

To avoid his "love" triggering the "curse of contradiction" and taking innocent lives, Jelf forces himself to shut down his emotions and become ruthless, at which point even the lives he cherishes no longer matter.

I just hope that Hope can really eradicate that awful curse completely.

Compared to Auguste's composure, some people are much more impulsive than him.

Larcade leaped from the stands, eager to impress Mavis, "Father! You've finally arrived..."

His words stuck in his throat.

Jelf's gaze fell on him, and the icy look made Rakkad freeze. The chill that seeped into his bones made him instantly lose his ability to speak.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat; if he dared to utter even a single syllable, death would befall him.

My father... hates me.

Larkad felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

Although he didn't speak, everyone could tell from Zeref's disgusted expression that he was very much indifferent to Larcade. "You filthy demon... how dare you call me your father?"

As Augustus watched the guy who was vying for his parents' attention gradually turn pale, he felt no pleasure whatsoever; instead, the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

In the past, Jelf's attitude toward this demon who called himself his "son" had always been ambiguous, and he had never shown his likes and dislikes so directly as he did now.

When Zeref is in the West Continent, he will enter a state of "indifference to all life". He will force himself to shut down his emotions and regard the whole world as insignificant.

They were so indifferent that they couldn't even be bothered to show their disgust, which is why they let Larcade's behavior go unchecked.

But this time, August felt something was off.

On the other side of the stands, Hope had put away his teasing smile. Although he still had his usual nonchalant expression, the scrutiny he gave Jelf in his eyes was even more profound than that of August.

There's something wrong with this guy.