FAIRY TAIL: Wendy Marvell's Castle Island

by Emerald Sonata

[The Small Adventures of Wendy Marvell]. Wendy Marvell has suffered a curse to her body and she is forced to leave behind Fairy Tail in search of a cure. With her only companion, the Exceed Carla, she travels across oceans and lands to a city called Moonbay. There, she will find the hope to resolve her curse - but gets caught in a series of misadventures in a new reality of magic.

39. Chapter 39

Fairy Tail owned by Hiro Mashima

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

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FAIRY TAIL:
The Small Adventures of Wendy Marvell

~39~
'A Simple Cleric Back Up'

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"Talk, or I'll crush you."

"Are you begging for my help or threatening me? Please choose either one."

Avalon Railburn brought Carla and Min Bell with him through the city. Freed of the stupid full body cast, he left the hospital and went searching around town.

However, he wasn't looking for Wendy Marvell… he will, but not just yet.

Instead, they all returned to the church where Salmo Saylar was working at. He was currently sweeping the floor, armed with a tattered broom and dust pan.

"Don't you have the right connections to the underworld?"

"Which one? The Nether Realm or the Criminal Underground?"

"Whichever one the son of a b*tch snagged Wendy to."

"…. Actually, I know of one particular organization. And they have ties to the Nether Realm Magic."

Salmo Saylar swept up some broken glass and a shattered metal goblet. The head of the church was dumped by his secret lover and he was drowning his sorrow in the wine that was used for this morning's daily sermon. In the end, the head priest threw a fit that involved a lot of 'casting off' of his clothes to show the word his 'absolute purity', before finishing the act with a beautiful portrayal of an oil painting melting from the mouth of a portrait.

In other words, Salmo Saylar was stuck in cleaning up the mess, hence a big bottle of bleach and disinfectant sitting next to his feet.

"The Ring Keepers."

"Go on."

Avalon Railburn was tapping a finger in his crossed arms impatiently. Regardless if he was smiling or snarling – he really, really, really wanted to punch someone right now. Carla would scratch him up back to the full body cast, Mint Bell wasn't of age, so he is unable to think of anyone but Salmo. The part-time clerk of the church was staring back at the reckless boy in the poncho with a flat expression.

"First promise me you won't strike me down with great vengeance and furious anger."

"Keep dragging the plot, good pal, and I might oblige in promising the opposite."