A magic merchant infiltrating Fairy Tail

Chapati, who was hosting the competition, looked at the list in her hand and let out a series of strange exclamations, "This is really unexpected!! I believe that when everyone sees the names in a moment, they will be just as shocked as I am!!"

"Now, let's welcome a member of Kira's team, Natsu Dragoneel! Larcade Dragoneel!!"

"And the members of the Laxus Squad, Imber and Sawyer!!"

beep, beep...

The names of the four people suddenly appeared on the crystal screen.

For a moment, apart from a few insiders, all the audience members in the venue, the mages from various guilds, and even the members of Fairy Tail and Emperor's Shield were all taken aback.

"What?! Dragneel?!"

"They share the same last name as Natsu?! Are they related?!"

"How is that possible?! Wasn't Natsu raised by dragons? Could that guy have been raised by dragons too??"

"Idiot! The dragon that raised Natsu is called Igneel, and Dragonneel is Natsu's own surname!"

"How could that be..."

"Huh?! Wait a minute! His scent is just like Nazsan's!!"

"What did you say?! Could he be Natsu's long-lost brother?! But neither his appearance nor his demeanor seems to match at all!"

As one of the few people who knew about the relationship between Larcade and Zeref, as well as the relationship between Zeref and Natsu, August immediately turned his gaze to Zeref in front of him the moment he saw Larcade's full name.

"Father..."

August, who already disliked Larcade, was now even more annoyed: "I haven't even revealed my full name yet, and this adopted one dares to beat me to it?! I won't swallow this!"

"It must have been Kira who did it, right? It doesn't matter, Larcade is practically my son now anyway."

Jelf smiled again, but this time it was a frown, a wry smile, with a hint of indulgence in his eyes. "As the older brother, you should be more magnanimous and give in to him..."

'What?! I have to go easy on him?! That bastard…'

August tightened his grip on the magic wand, his fist hardening instantly, until he turned his head and saw his mother Mavis looking at him in the distance, only then did he loosen his grip.

'Fine, since even Mother has made this request, I'll hold off for now and let that guy get away with it!'

Just then, Zeref's voice came from ahead again: "I wonder how Natsu will react after he finds out his identity?"

Augustus narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Natsu as he stepped onto the arena: "He'll be quite surprised..."

In the arena...

Natsu stared blankly at the crystal screen in the distance, at the surname that was exactly the same as his own. Then he glanced at the guy next to him who was carrying a cross, with his hands clasped together in front of his chest, his expression devout and peaceful, his whole body radiating white holy light, and his scent was very similar to his own. His eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"Why do you also have the surname Doragneru?"

Why do you taste so much like me??

Larcade did not answer either question directly, but simply continued walking forward: "Someone will tell you after the battle is over."

Just kidding. If I were to explain my identity, I would have to mention my father. And without my father's permission, I would not easily reveal his name to the public.

Although Larcade didn't know how Kira knew his surname, making his full name public was equivalent to announcing to the entire Fiore Kingdom that he was Natsu's family.

This means that he is now the son of his father (Zeref)!

So Larkad was in a very good mood, and even his usually steady steps became a little lighter.

The waiting area for the match.

Laxus glared at Kira with hostility: "Didn't you say you promised Natsu you'd let him fight alone?"

"Yes, but I didn't say he should participate in the solo battle!"

Kira tilted his head slightly, pretending to be puzzled as he looked at Laxus. "One-on-one combat and one-on-one battle are different, right? As long as Larcade doesn't intervene in this battle, and Natsu is fighting two against one, isn't that one-on-one combat?"

"It's obvious that someone like Natsu, with his personality, would prefer to win by taking on two opponents rather than winning one-on-one, right?"

"You mean that guy won't make a move? Humph! What an idiot..."

Her proud and vain personality remains unchanged.

Laxus snorted and then fixed his gaze on Larcade, sensing a powerful magical force emanating from him that was no weaker than his own.

"Who exactly is that guy? He should be a member of the Twelve Shields, right?"

"Natsu's nephew!"

"Huh? What do you mean??"

Nephew? Natsu has a brother? Wasn't he raised by dragons? Where did this nephew come from?

A hint of doubt flashed in Laxus's eyes. He knew something was amiss, but Kira didn't want to explain it to him now. He simply said, "I'll explain it to you when we get back to the guild. I don't want to explain it so many times!"

Upon seeing Larcade and Natsu in the arena, Imbal fell silent.

One is His Majesty's son, and the other is His Majesty's younger brother.

Can I still win this game?

Chapter 723 Natsu: Come on!!

To be honest, in any company, if an employee discovers in a competition that his opponent is actually the boss's godson and younger brother, he certainly wouldn't dare to make a move.

In a moment of sudden enlightenment, Imber realized the truth.

"No wonder that book said 'the magical world isn't all about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions.' Now I'm certain that the person who wrote that sentence was definitely a master!"

Thinking back to the famous quote he'd read last month from a book that supposedly won 'Best Novel of the Year in the Kingdom of Fiore' a few years ago, Imbel couldn't help but exclaim, "Ishgar truly is a place where hidden talents abound! I underestimated this place before!!"

The next moment, he thought of that chuunibyou (delusional) individual who had broken away from the Twelve Shields, and for a moment he felt a pang of emotion: "It seems that Serena's title of 'Number One of the Ten Wizard Saints' should also be changed..."

What are you saying??

Sawyer, who knew almost nothing about the enemy in front of him, looked curiously at his teammates whose momentum had suddenly vanished without a trace.

That kind of confusion is like taking your girlfriend out, washing her, sun-drying her, disinfecting her, and even putting her in the refrigerator for a while, only to find that she's leaking air when you take her out.

What he didn't know was that it was quite normal for things to break down after such a series of operations.

Imagine, in everyday interactions, it's always a constant back and forth between wet and dry, hot and cold without any proper routine. What girl could stand that?

"It's nothing... Let's begin."

Are we really going to start? I feel like you've completely lost your fighting spirit...

Sawyer sensed something was off and didn't launch an attack immediately: "You go first!"

I'll go first!

Imber sneered, seemingly not taking his opponent seriously at all. He then adjusted his glasses and used one-tenth of his magic power to unleash an ice spell!

bass--!

In an instant, one side of the arena turned silvery white, and the cold air and the hot weather created opposing air currents, whipping up a gust of wind in the arena.

Having witnessed Imber's battle a couple of days prior, Sawyer knew of his formidable strength, so upon seeing this, he was overjoyed: "Great! Now they're... What?! They weren't frozen?! ​​How could that be?!"

Hey bro, what's wrong with you?

Sawyer turned to his teammates in shock, wanting an explanation, but Bell kept his eyes straight ahead, seemingly unaware of the look in Sawyer's eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Hey! You know I'm watching you, right?! Don't pretend you don't know anything!!"

"Really? Are you looking at me? I thought you were blind..." Imber's tone was weak, sounding as if he had some kind of problem.

Look me in the eye, you brat!

Sawyer was furious and stepped forward, ready to deliver a swift and powerful punch to the cunning, scheming bespectacled man. But before he could make a move, a loud shout rang in his ears—

"You two really don't respect me at all!!"

not good!!

Turning around, I saw Natsu charging straight at me with his blazing fire fist raised: "Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!!"

Bang! ! !

The fiery fist landed heavily on the ground, melting a section of the frozen ground and creating a shallow crater the size of several people.

"That was close..."

Before the heat from his fist even reached him, Sawyer had already retreated several meters. Looking at the black charcoal on the ground, he was even more grateful for his quick reflexes and agile movements.

"Hmph! You want to hit me? Don't you even know who I am?"

Having dodged Natsu's sneak attack, Sawyer felt incredibly proud. The sunglasses on his long nose reflected a dazzling glint in the sunlight. He raised his right thumb, pointed at himself, took a step, and his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) instantly kicked in.

"I am the fastest mage in the Kingdom of Fiore!!"

audience:"……"

What's so great about that??

"What an idiot!"

"How come I never realized he was this kind of person before..."

In the 'Sin of the Witch' camp, Eric and Dark Night complained one after another, feeling that they had known a different Sawyer over the past ten years.

Undeterred by his missed attack, Natsu turned to look at Larcade, who remained motionless behind him, and Inbell, who stood firmly beside him.

Natsu knew why Larcade wasn't moving. He had discussed it with Larcade and Kira last night, and they agreed that Larcade would handle everything by himself this time. But Natsu couldn't understand why Bell wasn't moving.

'It can't be that they were scared by my attack... Could they be preparing a powerful move? Or is it simply because they look down on me?'

Three possibilities flashed through Natsu's mind. After considering them all, Natsu felt that the last one was the most likely, because he did not sense any signs that the other party was concentrating their magic.

You actually look down on me?!

Bang!

With a soft click, Natsu extended his right hand, and flickering flames formed the characters 'come on' between his five fingers: "Come on! Let's have a good fight!!"

A proper fight? Is this...is this really appropriate?

Imber remained silent.

"All right……"