A magic merchant infiltrating Fairy Tail

An elderly man in his sixties or seventies, with a full beard, a scholar who spends most of his time indoors studying magical theories, could hardly withstand the vigorous antics of this delinquent young man in his twenties.

"Damn it..."

This is outrageous! A utter disgrace!

Gulandoma, who was addicted to being a bad person, was unwilling to accept it and sat down on the ground in a helpless rage.

"What's wrong, you old codger?" Zancro stood in front of him, looking down at him with a mocking tone. "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? I heard you were a senior member of the council, but it turns out you're only this capable! Too weak! Too weak!"

"In our guild, someone with your skills wouldn't even qualify for an elite vanguard position! Hahahaha!!!"

Seeing Gulan's humiliated, helpless, and powerless expression, Zancro felt a surge of satisfaction. The frustration from the battle finally found an outlet. But he wasn't satisfied yet. He arrogantly placed one foot on Gulan's head and said, "Does the council even accept someone this weak? How boring! How disappointing!"

"Such a weakling, forget the Council, the world doesn't need you!!!"

Zancro spoke louder and louder, until finally he opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and then lowered his head, ready to unleash the God-Slaying Magic.

"The roar of the Fire God!!"

With a loud shout, just as Gulandoma was about to perish, a strange magical power suddenly came from behind, and Zankro's body instantly stiffened, unable to move, and his reaping move, which was originally ready to be launched, was also interrupted.

"What...what's going on?!"

Sensing the intense killing intent, Zancro's expression suddenly turned fearful and uneasy, for this magic was far more terrifying than the ancient land beneath his feet.

If Gulan felt like Bruno in his normal state, then this unknown enemy was Hades in his battle state. Although both were very imposing, they were fundamentally different.

"Vampire magic can control your blood, rendering you immobile!" Hyberion appeared behind Zankro, his face serious as he spoke calmly, "I didn't expect to see another kind of god-slaying magic in such a short time. I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck..."

"..."

Thump!

Zancro's body collapsed, slamming heavily to the ground. He felt not only unable to move, but also in great pain all over his body. He was dizzy, had difficulty breathing, and his heart rate was rapidly increasing. Even his internal organs began to ache. His magic power quickly faded, and the high-temperature black flames disappeared without a trace.

"What...what did you do?!"

Hyberion walked slowly over and said softly, "It's just removing some oxygen from your blood. Don't worry, you'll recover once you get to the Council's prison..."

"Are you alright, Speaker Guran?" Hayberion approached and frowned. "You look quite badly injured..."

Faced with this injury, Hyberion immediately used his most skilled indirect blood-draining magic to manipulate the flow of blood within Grandomar's body. This greatly slowed down the bleeding, and he even stimulated the platelets near the wound, accelerating the clotting process. The wound scabbed over in less than a minute.

Taking the snake-headed wooden staff from Hyberion, Grandoma struggled to his feet, panting as he thanked him, "Thank goodness you arrived in time, Hyberion, thank you so much this time!"

Hearing his thanks, Hyberion shook his head and said, "This time it was all thanks to Mr. Kira's magic carpet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get here in time."

Gulandoma paused for a moment, then nodded: "I understand!"

At the same time, he thought to himself, 'Although she's still young, Kira Hopelight seems more mature and composed than Makarov! I should be more lenient with Fairy Tail in the future...'

Chapter 208 Konas and the Magic of Aging

In Aslant, the official organization responsible for managing magic guilds, punishing dark mages, and maintaining order in the magical world is called the Magic Council. The Magic Council's influence extends across several continents; in Giltina it's called MNP, while in Ishgar it's known as ERA.

The Ten Wizard Saints are ten mages selected by the Magic Council (ERA) who possess great strength and have made outstanding contributions to the continent of Ishgar.

Initially, ten people were awarded this title, but as time went by and the times changed, the previous generation would grow old and the next generation would take their place, so it was not always fixed at ten people.

The most recent selection of the Ten Wizard Saints occurred in X782, which was two years ago. In that year, the Alvarez Empire of the Western Continent launched a probing attack on Ishgar, but ultimately refrained from a full-scale war due to the power of the magical spirits and the powerful weapons such as Fies.

But the people of Ishgar were no pushovers. Afterwards, to demonstrate their strength, the Magic Council selected several outstanding mages from the magical world to fill the vacancies. Jura and Jellal became the Wizarding Wizards at that time. Before that, there were only seven Wizarding Wizards, and Konas was one of them.

Just as Hyberion defeated Zankro, an even more dangerous battle was taking place in another corner of the academy.

Konas was enveloped in black magic, her aging magic running at its peak. Anyone who came into contact with this black mist-like substance, whether a person, object, or magical particle, would rapidly age, decay, and eventually turn into dust in a short time.

The surrounding ground was full of potholes, with not a single piece of good wood. There were also several piles of weathered wood on the ground, like superheroes who had been snapped with their fingers and scattered by the wind.

The most conspicuous thing on the battlefield was a giant tree, but now it was fallen. The fallen tree body was broken into several pieces, with only a stump about one meter high still connected to the roots. The broken ends looked as if they had been corroded by time, and they would crumble at the slightest touch.

Azuma huddled against one of the large tree corpses, utterly powerless. His magic was nearly gone, and most importantly, he was missing his right leg, blood gushing from the severed limb.

Something tangible is hard to resist this powerful force of aging.

In the past 10 minutes, he had tried both physical and energy attacks, but they were all useless against the woman in front of him. On the contrary, he was the one whose right leg was tainted by the aging magic because he hadn't managed to escape the black mist in time.

In the blink of an eye, only stark white bones remained below the knees, and the black aura continued to spread upwards. Azuma made a decisive move, transforming his right hand into a wooden sword and ruthlessly cutting everything off, sacrificing his leg to save his life.

"You saved your life by cutting off a leg; you reacted quickly, otherwise you'd probably be nothing but bones by now." A cold, ruthless voice came from the figure shrouded in black mist. "You've committed numerous evils and spoken insolently; this is the price you pay!"

'Is this guy angry because I just called her a senior?! Are all the members of the Ten Saints these kinds of freaks? As expected, she's not the kind of strong person I'm looking for! A true strong person wouldn't be fixated on the issue of age, would they? Besides, this woman doesn't even look young to begin with…'

Of course, Azuma wouldn't say such a thing. He's not the kind of person who worries about age, and it's really not because he's afraid of losing another leg.

Azuma clearly lacked experience in handling this situation. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't remember saying anything offensive."

"Heh... You still dare to argue!"

It turns out that you shouldn't try to reason with an angry woman, especially when it comes to the topic of age, particularly a woman who is very concerned about her age.

Azuma's heart sank again; all her reasoned arguments seemed pale and powerless in the face of Konas's soft laughter.

Among some of the top figures in the magical world, especially among the Ten Wizard Saints, many people know that Konas and Hyberion both graduated from the Demisor Academy of Magic, and based on the time when they became famous, they speculate that they should be students from the same batch. However, in reality, Konas is much younger than Hyberion.

Konas entered the Demisor Magic Academy at the age of 8. Due to her superb magical talent and learning ability, she completed her 8-year studies in less than 2 years. She was recognized by the then Dean of the Academy and was given the opportunity to view ancient magical books.

Later, just as Sheria learned the God-Slaying Magic from the ancient magic books of Grandoma, Konas also learned a magic that had never been discovered before from an ancient book.

Lost magic, the magic of aging!

If we consider time in an abstract concept as a straight line, it can be roughly divided into three parts: the past, the present, and the future.

In the magical world, mages categorize magic that affects these three time periods into three major schools of time magic. For example, the time magic of the War Princess Demaria in the Twelve Shields belongs to the present-based school, which is one of the three major schools. Magic that does not belong to any of the three schools, such as Ultear's Arc of Time, is called the fourth school.

Aging magic belongs to one of the three major schools of thought, and is the culmination of the futuristic approach. It is extremely difficult to learn and control.

After emerging from the library, this powerful, dangerous, and uncontrollable force caused considerable trouble for the academy's teachers, students, and buildings. To resolve this problem, Konas spent a full ten years mastering the aging magic.

Powerful magic always comes with unavoidable side effects. The side effect of aging magic is that before the user can fully master it, their own body and magic power will also grow rapidly. This caused Konas to look like she was in her mid-thirties when she left the academy and began to become famous throughout the continent.

Although she slowed down the aging process after that and caught up with time a little, she remained particularly sensitive about topics such as appearance and age.

Konas spoke again: "You spoke rudely, so I'll spare your leg, and that'll be the end of this grudge..."

Hearing this, Azuma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then let's settle your score for attacking the academy!" Konas's aura surged again, and her immense magical power transformed back into a sky full of black mist, blotting out the sun and blocking out all the light of the early autumn afternoon sun. It swept towards Azuma, creating a feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city.

The magic of aging drew ever closer. Azuma struggled to get up, but the pain and weakness in his right leg caused him to fall again. In that short time, he was completely trapped, with no room to dodge.

"Am I going to die...? My opponent is this strong. Dying like this isn't too shameful..."

He chose a more comfortable position to lie down and gave up resisting.

At this moment, a figure with a long braid and a white cloak, accompanied by an invisible, powerful gravitational field that distorted the air, broke through the thick black mist of aging and strolled over!

An invisible and formless gravity emanated from Brunot, swirling around him and forming a circular area several feet in diameter. This magical power then shot straight into the sky, pulling down the clouds and creating a portable sun shower.

"Brunot?" The familiar magic approached, rekindling Azuma's previously extinguished spirit. But soon, his heart sank again, a question lingering in his mind: "Can gravity overcome aging?"

Azuma was unsure of himself because he couldn't beat either of them and couldn't determine their relative strength.

In the heart of the demon, guild members called Brunot "a mage on par with the top ten wizards," and now that he is here, he is undoubtedly Azuma's only hope for rescue!

"Are you the dean of this academy?"

"Another enemy?" Noticing someone had entered the battlefield and even torn a hole in her magic, Konas dared not be careless. She turned her head and said coldly, "This one looks stronger. The heart of a demon is truly unfathomable..."

"To be able to defeat Azuma, you truly deserve to be the headmaster of this academy. An enemy like that should be able to fly, right?"

While his words sounded like praise, his tone revealed a strong fighting spirit and an inexplicable confidence.

Chapter 209 Can it fly?

Bruno was just as belligerent as Azuma, but in a different way.

One person enjoys the process of fighting against strong opponents, regardless of winning or losing, making him a complete battle maniac; the other simply enjoys the thrill of defeating his opponent, and perhaps the term "bloodthirsty" would be more fitting than "battle maniac."

Gravity magic is formless and intangible, while aging magic is instantly harmful. Just as the two were about to engage in a new round of battle, another slightly hurried footstep sounded, and at the same time, a young voice rang out.

"The damage around here is terrible, could something have happened... Oh my god?!"

The scene before him made Kira stop in his tracks: dilapidated buildings, collapsed giant trees, a black figure shrouded in chilling dark magic, a middle-aged man missing his right leg, and a confident gorilla-faced man with his arms crossed...

Kira's arrival surprised Konas slightly: "Little Kira? How come you are here... Never mind, since you're here, you might as well help me clean up the academy. I'll deal with the enemy in front of me first."

"Excuse me, who are you?" Kira raised his hand, looked at the dark figure in front of him, and asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Your voice sounds so familiar..."

"It's me! Konas!!"

Konas suppressed her anger, dispelled the black aura around her, revealing her mature and intelligent face, and shouted at Kira, "The only one fighting these two enemies in the academy is me!!"

Kira stared at Konas's face and gasped in shock: "What?! It's Dean Konas?!"

Although I was prepared, I never expected her magic to be so terrifying!

Then, Kira turned to look at the two enemies: "These two are from [Devil's Heart]... Vice President Brunot, and Azuma of the Seven Kin of Purgatory?! Huh... Uncle, your leg looks like you cut it yourself?"

Bruno: "..."

Azuma: "..."

Konas was speechless with anger: "So you can recognize them all, but you can't recognize me?!"

"Don't say that. Who would recognize you when you were like that!"

Kira's arrival caused an inexplicable change in the tense and serious atmosphere, as if he possessed some special ability that could unconsciously attract those around him, turning them into sarcastic and witty individuals like himself.

After a pause, Konas looked at Kira strangely and asked suspiciously, "Wait! Why do you know them?!"

Kira hesitated awkwardly for a moment before replying, "Well... I have a dedicated intelligence network!"

Azuma and Brunot exchanged a glance, realizing something was amiss: their identities were always kept secret, how had he found out? Could there be a mole within the guild? And speaking of Ultear, there's still no news... could it be...?

In order to avoid involving Kira in the battle, Konas decided to send him away first, so she said, "Never mind, you go first. I'll take care of the enemies here soon. You go and check out the surrounding area."

But Kira decisively reached out and blocked their way, refusing, "No! Protecting the academy should be your responsibility as the dean, shouldn't it? As for this enemy, leave it to me."

Konas frowned, feeling something was amiss, and advised, "Leave it to you? The opponent's strength is not simple; they are at least among the Ten Saints. You..."