A magic merchant infiltrating Fairy Tail

Kira looked at Precito, after all, he was the one who created this thing.

"It wasn't me, and it couldn't have been Mebbes."

After a moment of contemplation, Precito said, "Although she has that talent, according to what you said, she is currently living here as a ghost, so she shouldn't be able to alter my magic circle."

After closing his eyes and carefully sensing it, he continued, "This feeling... should be the self-enhancing effect of the earth's energy."

? ?

Even Kira, who is usually serious and eager to learn, was completely bewildered at this moment, although he could roughly imagine what it was from the words.

"Tianlang Island is called a 'holy land' not only because it is where we first met Mavis, but also because it is a natural treasure land with a special magical power."

"The magic circle I set up back then was powered by this magic. Now it seems that it has been cleansed by the magic and the magic circle has been automatically strengthened. However, this strengthening is very slow and subtle, and most people cannot detect it."

After saying that, he gave Kira a strange look, secretly marveling: This kid can even sense these changes?

Kira noticed the surprise in Precht's eyes and felt a little smug.

Although I am not as good as Zeref, Mavis, Precht and others in the theoretical research of magic, I am exceptionally talented!

"Humph!"

Seemingly sensing Kira's smugness, Precht snorted and walked into the forest on his own.

"Let's go find Mavis!"

Chapter 479 All People Are Not the Same

Sirius Tree, the thickest, tallest, and most lush tree on Sirius Island, is also the most important symbol of the island, and can be seen even from the sea several kilometers away.

Under the direct sunlight, it appears incredibly sacred, like the purest nun in the world, whose smile alone can purify the impurities of the human heart that looks directly at her, drawing attention and inspiring longing.

At this moment, a girl as pure and innocent as the Sirius tree sat on it.

The girl was not tall, only about 1.2 meters, and looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, even younger than Wendy.

She had a head of thick, light golden curly hair, wore a wing ornament on her head, had a pair of bright green eyes, wore a white long dress, and had bare, fair, smooth, and delicate feet, exuding youthful vitality.

"La la la..."

As usual, Mavis got up early and climbed the Sirius tree to her most comfortable spot, humming an unknown tune as she gazed into the distance.

Her bare feet hung down naturally, swaying back and forth in the air. Her singing was slow and gentle, yet light and cheerful, all of which seemed to indicate that she was in a good mood today.

Sky, sunshine, clouds, birds, rain...

Sea breeze, schools of fish, sails, waves...

Land, trees, flowers and grass...

Such days may be boring, but for a ghost like her, being able to feel the pulse and warmth of life is already a precious enjoyment.

Suddenly, the girl's lighthearted tune came to an abrupt halt. She turned to look down, her senses telling her that someone was approaching.

"Someone's here?"

The unexpected visitor interrupted Mavis's singing, and she couldn't help but feel puzzled. Her two thin eyebrows arched and furrowed, and she tilted her head, revealing a cute look of confusion.

"Who would come here at this time?"

Mavis murmured, "Generally speaking, only members of Fairy Tail can enter here, but they shouldn't be here now!"

Even though Mavis is now a ghost, her mind is still sharp, so she clearly remembers that Magnolia should be holding the Harvest Festival at this time, so the guild members wouldn't be there.

"If it is them, what are they here for? It can't be the S-level assessment, there's still plenty of time, and it was already held here last year, so it's unlikely they're here again this year..."

Mavis loves to think and daydream, and her brain has an amazing computing power. In just a few seconds, dozens of possibilities flash through her mind and are then eliminated one by one.

For safety's sake, Mavis decided to hide first.

She lowered her head and hid behind a large clump of branches and leaves. The lush foliage provided the best cover, completely concealing her petite ghostly form, leaving only a small area, about the size of an eye, for the hider to observe.

This is one of the reasons why Mebbs chose to sit here.

She knew this area within a ten-meter radius by heart. She knew exactly whether the leaves were lush or sparse, whether the branches were thick or thin, how smooth the surface was, how strong the light reflection was, and even where there were bird droppings, holes, and insects. She knew everything. As soon as something was wrong, she could take advantage of the location to gain the upper hand.

Hiding away, Mavis secretly felt smug, because in the blink of an eye, she had gone through every detail of this spherical area in her mind and found that she did not seem to have fallen from the title of 'Fairy Strategist'.

"Come on... let me see who's coming?"

The footsteps grew closer, igniting a surge of curiosity in Mavis's heart. A smile, unseen for a long time, quickly appeared on the girl's face, as if she were embarking on a long-awaited adventure.

An adventure...it feels like it's been ages since I've done one! Let's give it a try!

Thinking of this, Mavis suddenly closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and focused her senses on her ears.

"There are four people! Slow, old, heavy, apprehensive, steady, profound, lazy, casual..."

By varying the intervals, frequencies, and intensities of the steps, Mavis quickly sketched out the image of a person in her mind, finally concluding: "Three old men and one boy!"

Mavis opened her eyes.

She saw four people she knew very well. Her expression first froze, then turned to disbelief and hesitation, before finally breaking into a bright smile.

Is Mavis really here?

Makarov looked at Kira, who was leading the way, and asked suspiciously, "Kira, you didn't lead us the wrong way, did you?"

"Absolutely right! What I sensed was right in front of me."

"But we've been walking for 20 minutes, and we can't see any trace of the first generation anymore. I can't walk any further."

Kira kindly reminded him, "Chairman, the First Generation is a ghost now, he has no shadow!"

"..."

"Be serious! I'm serious!!"

"You can't walk anymore after only 20 minutes? President, aren't you being a bit too weak?"

As he spoke, Kira pointed to the other two people beside him, "Look at Precht and Volod, those two seniors. They are from your father's generation, more than 30 years older than you, and they don't even get out of breath after walking this short distance!"

Makarov couldn't hold back any longer. His old face turned bright red, and he almost jumped up to punch Kira in the knee: "One of them uses magic to maintain his youthful and energetic body, while the other drinks tea, plants trees, and grows flowers every day, cultivating his mind and body. But I have to face you bunch of brats who cause trouble every now and then. How can our physical abilities be the same?!"

“I get so angry just thinking about it! Did you burn down the whole town of Kirtina when you went there last time? I heard it from Dispel! How dare you gang up on me and hide this from me!! Do you know what this will do…”

"Okay, okay...you make a good point..."

Kira waved his hand dismissively. He felt that Makarov's words were not without merit. Looking at the increasingly pale and sparse Mediterranean Sea, he decided not to continue the topic of "whether he is weak or not" with the other party.

After all, they're almost 90 years old; everyone knows whether they're feeling weak or not.

"What kind of attitude is that, you brat?!"

Seeing Kira's nonchalant expression, Makarov became even angrier, and his blood pressure soared. Fortunately, he was under the special buff of Tenrou Island, which prevented him from fainting from anger.

"Alright! Sometimes you should be a little more lenient with the kids, Third Generation."

A white figure gracefully descended, and Mavis appeared on the spot. She looked at the four people in front of her with a gentle expression and asked curiously, "Why did you all come together at this time?"

The voice carried three parts joy, three parts surprise, three parts curiosity, and one part barely perceptible worry: a single sentence contained two questions, one asking why they had come together, and the other asking why they had arrived now.

Makarov hesitated for a few seconds before stammering, "Because...because...Kira has something to tell you."

"Kira has something to say to me?!"

Mavis looked at Kira, her innocent, harmless eyes blinking playfully. "What is it?"

"..."

Kira pointed his right index finger and said without hesitation, "It's Precht. He has something to say to you!"

Mavis turned to Precito: "You're not going to say that Warlord has something to say to me, are you?"

"...No, it's just that I have something to tell you!"

After a two-second silence, Precito ignored Warold, who was standing motionless by the roadside pretending to be a tree, and looked directly into Mavis's eyes. "Let's sit down and talk!"

Ten minutes later, near the roots of the Sirius tree.

"I never thought we'd have a day like this."

"How nostalgic... It was almost a hundred years ago when we first met, wasn't it? Thinking about it now feels like it happened just yesterday..."

"Unfortunately, the people are no longer the same as yesterday. You have become a ghost, we have all grown old, and Yuri is no longer here—but Makarov can barely fill in for us."

"..."

"President, you should be saying 'I am deeply honored' at this moment!"

"Shut up!!"

Chapter 480 Kira's Deception

Beneath the Sirius tree, a large, sea-blue blanket was spread on the grass, with a few boxes of cookies and desserts, a magically powered kettle, and four cups of black tea scattered on it.

The four of them and the ghost sat together camping, reminiscing about their childhood.

At first glance, this seems to be an activity for the elderly, but a young man in his early twenties has mingled in, standing out awkwardly among the three elderly men.

Equally out of place is Mavis, a ghost, who is currently lying on the ground with her eyes shining and drool at the corner of her mouth, staring longingly at the lavender pudding that Kira has placed in front of her.

This lavender pudding comes from the most famous pastry shop in Magnolia, made by their most renowned pastry chef. It's a new product that just came out this month.

The pudding has a beautiful light purple color and a faint lavender scent, making it a favorite for many. Erza and Wendy even eat one every day.

"Doesn't it look delicious? This is the latest pudding!"

Kira looked at Mavis, who was so anxious about wanting to eat but couldn't, that she was about to jump up and stomp her feet, and said with a sinister smile, "Don't be fooled by the fact that it's not even as big as your palm, one costs almost 2000 J!"

But Mavis pretended not to hear Kira's voice, and just stared at the food in front of her, muttering to herself, "I want to eat it... I want to eat it..."

"What a pity, First Generation, you are a ghost, so you can't eat it."

"Eh?! ...

Kira continued, feigning helplessness, "The chairman and the others don't like sweets, and they're getting old; eating too much of these things isn't good for their health, so I'll have to eat them."

After saying that, he picked up the spoon and plunged it into the pudding, scooped out a small bite and put it in his mouth.