A/N: Thank you so much for the warm reviews, kuroshiragami0, moonshue (I guess this chapter answers your queries, probably. ;D), and Guest (good guess, HAHAHA)!
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Jellal, garbed in a white shirt with a blue tint under a hooded dark blue coat with light blue edges, adjusted his attire. Two strings with shield-shaped pendants hung down from the hood, and a prominent golden symbol on the left part of the chest—the crest of the Magic Council—marked his affiliation. He hissed in discomfort as the magic portal completed its teleportation, landing him at the Bureau of Magical Development's gates. The place was stark and desolate, located on a rocky and dry plain with no other buildings or signs of civilization in the immediate area. As he took a step forward, dust assaulted his nostrils, and the offensive dryness of the area made him sneeze. He waved his hand before his face, trying to clear the air.
"Of all the places... Why should I be assigned here?" he muttered to himself as he pulled his hood lower to shield his eyes from the harsh sunlight, scanning the barren landscape as he shuffled his feet forward.
Upon reaching the entrance of the Bureau, Jellal was greeted by a dark purple-haired woman. "I am Ultear," she said as she bowed slightly. "I will be your guide during your time here."
"I would like to speak with the administrator," he said firmly. "I was informed she would greet me."
"The administrator is extremely busy and cannot meet with you at the moment." Ultear shook her head.
"I am a Wizard Saint of the Magic Council. It is customary for the head of the Bureau to greet me personally." Jellal bristled at her response.
Ultear's eyes hardened, and she stepped closer. "You should know your place if you want to keep your head intact, Wizard Saint. If you are not aware, the Administrator is the Scarlet Knight."
Jellal sighed as he reluctantly followed Ultear, warily scanning the surroundings as he proceeded with the inspection. The Scarlet Knight. He thought as he felt his spine run cold; the notorious cursed child of the Scarlet Sage is the new Administrator of the Bureau. She had assumed the position for a decade, and the council wanted to inspect the Bureau as reports of anomalies had been sent.
"If you are not aware, the Administrator is the Scarlet Knight."
He would be damned if he was not aware of her character. She was the only child of the Scarlet Sage, who had caused her own demise. Rumors said that she had killed her own mother, causing the weakening of the rebellion forces, leading to their ultimate defeat and subjugation under the oppressive rule of the Alvarez Empire centuries ago. The very thought of her made Jellal's blood boil. The rebellion, which his forefathers fought bravely for freedom, could have succeeded if it hadn't been for her actions.
Since the Bureau of Magical Development had a vast facility, Jellal was forced to spend his night there. Despite his exhaustion, he found himself unable to sleep. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to explore the facility at night, hoping to uncover any suspicious activity in the Bureau, which seemed to be concealed during the morning inspection. The corridors were eerily silent as he wandered through the building. Jellal moved quietly, his senses on high alert for any unusual activity. As he reached the rooftop, he heard a sound that made him pause. It was a muffled sobbing filled with heart-wrenching sorrow. Intrigued, he approached cautiously, peering through the shadows. To his shock, he saw a figure with familiar scarlet hair—the Scarlet Knight. Unlike the rumors that painted her as an emotionless, living corpse, she was sitting alone, her body racked with sobs. Her cries pierced his soul, and he felt a pang of empathy.
Jellal watched her for a moment, unable to reconcile the image of this vulnerable woman with the fearsome reputation that preceded her. Her shoulders shook with each sob, and her hands clutched something close to her chest—a small, worn locket.
"Is this the very Scarlet Knight of the rumors?" He thought to himself as he heard her choke on her whimpers.
The next day, Jellal couldn't shake the image of the Scarlet Knight's vulnerability from his mind. He was deeply unsettled by what he had witnessed, which contradicted everything he had heard about her. As he entered the academy grounds, Ultear accompanied him, and soon they paused, seeing the familiar figure before them discussing something with the headmaster of the academy.
"This is our Administrator, Erza Scarlet," she introduced.
Jellal was stunned to see her up close, her vibrant scarlet hair catching the light in a way that made it look like flames. He struggled to find words, his heart racing, bewitched by her beauty. Erza's eyes were cold and blank, a stark contrast to the sorrow he had seen the night before.
"He is here to investigate all corners of the bureau, including the academy," Ultear added, seeing him unable to utter a word at the sight of their admin.
"Well then, do it as fast as you can, Mr. Councilman," she said and regarded him with a detached, almost clinical gaze.
"I am a Wizard Saint," he corrected, his voice tight with irritation.
The casual use of "Councilman" by a figure like Erza irked him deeply. Wizard Saints were powerful sages, wielding immense magical abilities, but in the layman's understanding, Wizard Saints were considered councilmen, responsible for settling disputes and establishing peace talks with the Alvarez Empire.
"Titles mean little here, Mr. Councilman. Your task is to investigate, and my task is to ensure the smooth operation of this facility. Leave now before I lose my patience." She demanded as she turned her attention back to the headmaster.
"Ultear, assist him with anything he needs to expedite the inspection. I hate seeing bugs in my territory," She ordered before leaving them.
She was indeed the coldest woman, as the rumors said. She is the Scarlet Knight, indeed. He thought to himself, perplexed and stunned by such cold words.
The next day
Jellal found himself preoccupied with thoughts of the Scarlet Knight. The stark contrast of her behavior made him interested in her. The racing in his heart never seemed to calm down. His inspections provided convenient excuses to linger near her office, hoping for a glimpse of her. Fuck, what am I doing? He asked himself as he realized his own delirious actions. Didn't she humiliate me yesterday? How could such a cold woman exist in this world? He thought, reminding himself not to get too interested in her. He was about to move to other quarters when suddenly, Jellal sensed a dark magic emanating from a nearby room. He stopped in his tracks and asked Ultear about the room where the unsettling magic was.
"What is that? I need to enter that room."
"That room is out of bounds, Wizard Saint. It is the Administrator's quarters. You have no authority to enter there." Ultear's expression hardened.
"Do not get on her nerves, Wizard Saint. You will surely regret it. Your head will be sent as a gift to the Magic Council if you anger the Administrator." She warned as he tried to speak another word.
Tomorrow's my last day. He thought to himself as he moved in his bed. However, the memory of the faint presence of dark magic in her quarters weighed heavily on his mind. Unable to shake his interest, he decided to sneak back into her room to investigate further. He moved quietly through the dark corridors, and when he reached Erza's quarters, the sight that greeted him struck him. Erza lay on the floor, convulsing in pain, her white cloak stained with blood from her violent coughs.
"Scarlet!" he whispered urgently, rushing to her side.
He stepped forward, ready to call for Ultear, but Erza's trembling hand gripped his feet.
"N-no," she managed to choke out, her voice weak and strained.
Jellal froze. He was sure he had sensed the dark magic in her room earlier, but the realization that it was within her own body made him nervous. Just who exactly is this woman? He thought as he stared at her. However, upon seeing her face contort with pain, his logic jumped out of the window; the idea of reporting it to the council never crossed his mind. Instead, he acted quickly, and his eyes darted around the room, looking for a possible potion to contain the black magic. Until his gaze landed on a small vial of magic potion on a nearby table, he grabbed it, uncorked it, and tried to help Erza drink it. But her convulsions made it impossible for her to take the potion directly.
"Damn," he cursed.
Desperate, Jellal made a split-second decision and used his magic to lessen the convulsion as he poured a small amount of the potion into his own mouth, then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, carefully transferring the liquid. Her eyes widened, and she tried to protest against him but was too weak to do so. He could feel her body relax slightly as the potion began to take effect, and she slumped into his shoulders, losing consciousness.
After laying her comfortably in her bed, he sighed in relief as her breathing became less labored and the convulsions subsided. Jellal knew he should have headed back to his room, but he found himself unable to leave Erza's side. He paced back and forth, feeling foolish for waiting by her side in a room that was off-limits. But despite knowing it was a bad idea, his concern for Erza overpowered his logic.
"I must be insane," he said to himself.
The thought of lingering in her quarters, waiting for her to regain consciousness, felt like a dangerous gamble. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave. The need to ensure she was truly fine, coupled with the fear of the consequences if she were found dead the next day, compelled him to stay. Jellal sat in a chair beside her bed, watching her closely. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a soft glow on her features. Her chest's calm rise and fall as she breathed reassured him, and he felt his own heartbeat slowly calming down. He sighed and blinked in surprise as he found himself reaching out gently, brushing a strand of scarlet hair from her forehead.
The next morning
Jellal found himself under the scrutiny of Erza's cold stare. Her eyes, once filled with pain, were now hardened with anger. "You dare to trespass in my room?" she demanded, moving to a seating position.
"You want to kill yourself with black magic?" he retorted, his concern evident despite the harshness of his words.
"That is none of your concern, Councilman," she snapped back, pulling the blanket to cover her blood-coated cloak. Her voice was icy, her expression indifferent.
Seeing her dismissive attitude, Jellal felt his frustration boil over. He rose from his seat, his eyes blazing with anger.
"To think that we lost a great warrior over this ungrateful child wanting to die on her own. It is such a shame you are the daughter of the Scarlet Sage," he spat, storming out of her room in disbelief.
Images of Erza haunted Jellal's dreams. The sight of her vibrant scarlet hair, the sound of her anguished cries, and the lingering sensation of his lips on hers as he had saved her haunted him. He woke up alone in his bed, utterly appalled by such thoughts. Despite his best efforts, she had been racing through his mind ever since the end of his inspection five months ago.
During the meeting of the Bureau of Magical Development, the Magic Council, and guild representatives, Jellal found himself once again in Erza's presence. The meeting was called to discuss the proposals requested by Charteris for the upcoming negotiations. Instead of focusing on the discussions, Jellal found himself stealing glances at her desk. As usual, her face was an unreadable mask of indifference. When it was Erza's turn to speak, her voice cut through the room with an icy precision.
"These rats infiltrated the bureau," she said, flicking her hand. With that, she presented a shocking sight: several unconscious, whipped figures slumped at her feet.
"This is my last warning. Despite having me on your side, it does not warrant you with authority to compromise and infiltrate the facility without any coordination in my office," she declared, her tone unyielding. "Do not meddle in my affairs." She added.
After the meeting, Jellal caught up to her in the hallway. She raised her head to see him in the eye as he stepped in front of her to block her path. She regarded him with her usual cold stare.
"What is it, Councilman?"
"They were still our allies; how could you kill them?" he asked as he looked at Erza's expression, remaining impassive.
"A single inspection was fine," she said. "But seeing such rats crawling into my own territory without any reason infuriated me."
"Does your anger warrant you any right to kill them?" he asked, raising his voice.
"Oh, look who's talking. Don't tell me you have already forgotten what you did five months ago. There is only one distinction between you and those rats: you have the authority to infiltrate my territory while they trespassed. I hate trespassers. Remember that."
Her words were a clear reminder of his intrusion into her quarters last time. Jellal flinched at the underlying threat in her statement.
"If you hadn't saved me, those spies would still be alive, Councilman Fernandes," she added as she turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Jellal standing in the hallway, grappling with his emotions.
A few months later
The council sent Jellal to provide relief to a desolated community in the deserts of Desierto. Famine had plagued the area, but surprisingly, the people seemed to have enough supplies. The townspeople mentioned that someone had been sending them food and other necessities every night while they slept. The mysterious benefactor had earned the nickname "Fairies" from the villagers. Jellal found himself intrigued by the mystery. He decided to stay awake that night, using his own magic to counter the spell that kept the townspeople asleep. As the night deepened, he noticed a figure moving through the shadows, silently unloading supplies.
To his shock, he realized it was Erza. Her scarlet hair glinted in the moonlight. As she finished unloading the supplies, Erza noticed a pained cat lying in the streets. She knelt beside it, her hands glowing as she enchanted the injuries until they vanished. It purred contentedly, rubbing against her leg. Erza smiled as she brought the cat to her chest and patted its head.
"You're fine now, Milliana." She said, and a warm smile etched on her stoic face, something that Jellal had never seen.
A month later
Jellal found himself attending the scheduled peace talks with the Alvarez Empire. His eyes immediately seek out Erza amongst the crowd. He felt the time stand still as he saw her across the negotiation table. He was impressed to see her lead the negotiation; the sight of her speaking with an eloquence that commanded the room's attention made his heart race even more. He couldn't help but admire her; even the crown prince of Alvarez, Charteris, seemed to take a liking to her disposition.
"Your proposal is quite intriguing, Administrator Scarlet," Charteris said.
A year later
It had been a while since he had seen her until Jellal was shocked to hear troubling reports from mages about a secret project within the Bureau of Magical Development. They claimed that the Bureau was building the taboo item, the R-System, in the hidden basement behind its walls. The R-System was a forbidden magic item capable of resurrecting the dead. Angered by his failure to uncover this during his previous inspection, Jellal immediately volunteered and headed the council's arresting team. What on earth are you planning, Scarlet? He asked himself as they stormed the Bureau.
As his team secured the building, Jellal made his way to Erza's quarters. He couldn't believe she would be involved in something so perilous. He needed answers. Bursting into her room, he found it empty. His eyes scanned the space, searching for any clues. In the corner, he noticed a small, leather-bound diary. Hesitating only for a moment, he picked it up and began to read its contents.
I was three years of age when I saw my mother convulsing in pain as she separated the wretched magic from my small form, taking a toll on her body. The lost magic somehow caused her own magic to reject mine. I crawled to her form, and she outstretched her bloody hands to caress my tear-streaked face. "E-Erza, does it still hurt?" she asked.
Her voice was weak, trembling with the effort it took to speak. Her eyes, filled with pain, still held a glimmer of concern for me, and the sight of her suffering broke my heart. I cried, clutching her limp hand to my chest. How could she ask if I was hurting when the fact was that her whole body was in pain? The pain in my heart had subsided, but surely Mother used her enchantment to transfer it to herself.
"Mama, don't go," I sobbed, my voice choked with fear. I could see the light in her eyes beginning to fade, the strength in her grip weakening. "Please stay with me!"
She managed a weak smile, her eyes filled with relief. "I'm glad you're alright," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I had always loved you, Erza."
"Mama," I cried, clutching her hand tighter as if I could somehow transfer my strength to her. "Don't leave me. I need you."
Her gaze softened, and she used the last of her strength to pull me closer. "You are my greatest r-redemption," she whispered, her breath growing fainter with each word. "L-live, my dearest E-Er-" she breathed her last. Her hand went limp and fell to her side. I cried out for help, but no one heard my desperate cries. The silence around me was deafening as I placed my small hands on her chest, trying to feel for a heartbeat that was no longer there. Her head lolled to the side, and I knew she was gone.
As the days passed, the weight of my mother's death settled heavily on my small shoulders. No one offered comfort or solace; instead, they sneered at my presence, their eyes filled with blame. To them, I was the child who killed her mother, a cursed being whose very existence was a blight.
Their words cut deep, each one a knife that carved the guilt deeper into my soul. I started to believe them, to see myself through their eyes. I was the reason she was gone, the cause of her suffering. The more they repeated it, the more it felt like an undeniable truth.
However, I clung to the memory of her touch, the way her bloody hand had caressed my face with such tenderness despite her agony. I held onto that memory like a lifeline, the only warmth in a world that had turned cold and hostile.
But as I grew older, the burden of guilt grew heavier. The more I excelled, the more I felt I had to atone for the sin of being alive. I pushed myself harder, driven by a relentless need to be worthy of the sacrifice she had made. But no matter how hard I tried, the past was an unyielding shadow. The voices of the accusers, the sneers and whispers, were always there, reminding me of my supposed crime. Just who am I to lavish the life that I had stolen? I was nothing but the child cursed by magic, the one who brought death to the woman who loved her most, my own mother.
A few moments later, Jellal found himself running to the heart of the tower under the basement. He yelled her name as he saw the signs of the R-System being activated. Upon seeing her chanting in the middle of the throne room with her sword, he lunged at her, pinning her down with his weight. He grabbed her sword and pressed it against her throat, his eyes filled with anger and pleading.
"Stop this, Scarlet!" he shouted. "If you activate the tower, you will die!"
Erza looked up at him, her expression twisted with madness. She laughed a bitter sound that echoed through the chamber. "If you were resolute in stopping me, you should've done it already," she taunted. "Time is ticking, Councilman." She said before using her magic, flipping them over and reversing their positions.
She bound him with her magic as she stood over him and raised her hand, completing the enchantment. Her magic pulsating and causing the entire tower to glow with an eerie bright light. The power surged upwards, turning the entire structure into a massive lacrima. Jellal was momentarily blinded by the intense light, but as his vision cleared, he saw Erza stagger. Her face was pale, her body trembling with the strain of channeling such immense power.
"Enough with your madness, Scarlet!" he yelled as he summoned his heavenly body magic to undo the enchantment she had cast on him, freeing himself.
"You can never resurrect your own mother," Jellal said as he saw her summon the lacrima.
He dashed to her side, but it was too late. She had already placed her wrist on the lacrima, and her body began to merge with it as it started consuming her life force.
"I did not come this far and become a sage to stop over your pity," she spat, her voice trembling, feeling her strength ebbing away.
"No matter how powerful your magic is, you can never change fate," Jellal said. "Your mother will be a living dead if you manage to resurrect her." He added as he tried to pull her out of the lacrima.
"Didn't you detest me?" she asked as she pushed him away. "Do not pity me for such petty attempts of mine, Councilman. You never knew how it feels like being scorned by the thought of being alive,"
"Scarlet, stop!" he shouted, trying to disrupt the spell, but the magic was too strong. The lacrima pulsed with energy, making it impossible for him to break through. "Erza, please!" he cried as he mentioned her name.
Hearing him say her name made her momentarily waiver, but she smiled and resigned as tears streamed down her face as she struggled to speak. "I-It's too late for that. I've made my choice. I must atone for what I've done." She said that her body was almost fully merged with the lacrima now, and her energy was feeding the enchantment.
"If you truly pity me, Councilman, save my mother for me." She pleaded.
"I will get you out of here. Do not let your mother's life be a waste! The spell could fail; resurrecting her requires a vast amount of magic," he asked as he banged his fist against the lacrima, hoping to break it.
"I knew my magic would not be enough to resurrect her. But there is an alternate spell of this item; it will consume my life force, but I can redirect the regression to another person."
"Regression?" he paused, hearing that word.
"If you truly feel pity for me, please save my mother from me."
"NO!" he yelled as his heart ached with the weight of her words.
Jellal's heart wrenched, knowing that the spell could fail and leave her dead without achieving anything. His hands trembled as he tried to find a way to break the connection. Erza smiled weakly, outstretching her hand to caress his tear-streaked face.
"The very first memory I have of my mother is her dying before my eyes. So I beg of you…" she gasped as her heart clenched in pain. "Kill me if it means saving her, Jellal." She pleaded as her grasp went limp as the lacrima consumed her, and the whole tower beamed brightly.
Jellal cried out her name in anguish, feeling her life force slipping away before his eyes after uttering his name for the first time. The light grew blinding, and before he knew it, everything around him began to shift and blur.
When the light faded, Jellal found himself in a completely different place. He was no longer in the heart of the tower but somewhere outside a room where someone's choked whimpers echoed as she experienced the throes of childbirth.
Jellal wished he had known sooner. He had misjudged Erza back then, and even during her plight and desperation to revive her mother, she never heard him say that it wasn't her fault that her mother had died. He felt extremely helpless, knowing she had to suffer all those things by herself. This time, he would not allow such a fate to repeat itself. He needed to separate Irene and Erza so that the seal he used could function properly and stop Erza from her own demise. He wished he had regressed to a time before her birth so he could have stopped Grimoire Heart from using lost magic to hasten her birth. He knew he could never run again; he couldn't possibly use such magic to transfer her to another timeline.
But seeing his own helpless self getting stomped over by Irene made him realize his place. Ultear and Meredy were already knocked unconscious, their forms crumpled on the ground. Irene's pissed face loomed over him, and he gritted his teeth as he realized his end was near. Just when Irene was about to use her magic to erase him from existence, Erza woke up in the bubble and called out for Irene. Jellal shook his head frantically as Irene turned towards Erza. He knew that the moment Erza stepped out of the bubble, the temporary seal would wear off immediately.
Desperate, Jellal reached out to stop Irene. "Please, don't go near her!" he begged, his voice filled with anguish.
Irene kicked Jellal in frustration, sending him flying backward with a painful thud. He groaned, struggling to get back on his feet as he watched Erza somehow nullify the bubble and run into Irene's arms. Irene hugged Erza desperately, her relief palpable as she clutched her daughter tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Jellal's eyes widened in horror as he saw the seal slowly breaking before his eyes. The intricate seal that had been holding her magic at bay was beginning to unravel.
"N-NO!" he weakly groaned as they watched them embrace.
As Irene felt Erza's small hands wrapped around her shoulders, tears escaped her eyes. She snuggled the child closer, the storm in her heart pacified by the child's comforting presence. Erza's innocent voice cut through the chaos.
"Mommy," she whispered, her voice soothing.
Irene's heart clenched at the sound of her daughter's voice, a voice she feared she might never hear again. She sobbed, her tears mingling with Erza's.
"Erza," she choked out, holding her daughter as if she might disappear.
Erza's small frame shook with her own sobs, but she clung tightly to her mother, her tiny fingers gripping Irene's black cloak.
"Mommy, I'm sorry. I did not mean to be selfish and ask you to love me," she admitted, her voice muffled against Irene's chest.
Irene stroked Erza's hair, her fingers trembling. "No, Erza. I'm so sorry. I couldn't tell you sooner about my feelings. M-my daughter, I never once saw you as her replacement, I saw you as you are, Erza. You are my daughter, didn't I tell you that?" Her voice was filled with reassurance as she held her tighter in her embrace.
"I love you as you are, Erza. You are my daughter. My Erza." She said, making Erza wail into her own arms.
Just as Irene's worries subsided, her relief was soon replaced by fear as the ground beneath them began to tremble violently. She looked up, her heart pounding, and saw a massive shadow descending from the sky. The black dragon, Acnologia, transformed into his human form, landing gracefully before them. His presence was offensively powerful, and Irene instinctively pulled Erza closer, hiding her within the folds of her cloak.
"It has been a while, Irene. Or should I say, Zera?" Acnologia chuckled, his voice dripping with malice.
The mention of that name made Irene's blood run cold. The intonation was eerily similar to the voice of her mute lover, a name she had buried deep within her memories. Irene turned around to face him, her expression transforming from fear to a fierce, icy stare. Her eyes burned with defiance as she hid Erza behind her back to face him.
"It is such a shame that I did not recognize you last time. That transformation magic in your necklace is indeed effective, and it even concealed your scent, Zera." Acnologia continued, his smile widening as he saw the resentment burning in her eyes.
"You have no right to speak that name, Acnologia." Irene spat.
"Oh? I missed seeing such defiance and resentment in your eyes, Zera. Your time is due, and I have come to collect the last blood of the white witches," Acnologia replied.
Irene gritted her teeth in rage, her eyes blazing with resentment as she realized the truth in his words. Did he use the same transformation magic to change himself as that slave? Is he the very man that fooled me? Just as she was about to speak, a sudden thud drew her attention.
When she turned back, she saw Erza's small form curled into a ball, clutching her chest as she coughed an alarming volume of blood, staining her new dress. Irene's eyes widened in horror as magic began to escape from Erza's body, her small frame convulsing with magic that eerily felt extremely familiar to her. It was so familiar that it made her heart race faster.
"E-Erza?" Irene's voice trembled as she rushed to cradle the limp body of her daughter. Erza's eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, her breaths shallow and labored.
"What an eyesore," Acnologia rolled his eyes.
"I thought you had resented my Belserion blood, Zera," he laughed lightheartedly, relishing Irene's worry. "To think that you failed to kill the child despite your resentment over the Belserion blood running in her veins is unfathomable." He paused, licking his lips as his fury simmered.
"It's disgusting. A blood of my own and the blood of those white witches—what an abhorrent combination. Instead of killing you, should I tear that wretched piece of blood of mine apart first?"
Acnologia's taunting words echoed in her ears, each one a dagger that twisted deeper into her heart. The realization crashed over her with an intensity that left her breathless. Her daughter, her own biological daughter, her beloved Erza, was still alive after all this time, and she was the very child suffering in her arms. Her vision blurred with tears of rage. The world around her seemed to narrow to Acnologia.
"How dare you," she hissed. The ground beneath her feet seemed to vibrate with the intensity of her anger, and a dark, potent energy began to radiate from her. Acnologia's smirk only fueled her fury.
"I thought you had already killed the child even before she was born into this world because of your resentment. Or did you enjoy spreading your legs to your enemy, Zera?" he taunted once more, mocking her.
"Don't you dare bring my child into this conversation, Acnologia!" she glared as she unleashed her magic and she prepared to charge at him.
A/N: I toyed with the meaning of R-System in this story! MY FUCKING JERZA HEART IS ACHING! WAHAHA, OMG, I can't. It keeps getting crazier, WAHAHA. Please leave some reviews! I love reading them. But it might take a while for my next update, still see you around on my next update! Bye for now!