Results and Date
It felt good to be back in Magnolia, though the atmosphere in the group was far from cheerful. The tension hung in the air like a storm cloud, a stark contrast to the lively chaos that marked our ride back from Galuna Island.
Natsu and Lucy walked a few steps behind me, their conversation dominated by Natsu's reaction to the punishment. And oh, that punishment. The look on his face had been a perfect mix of horror and disbelief, like a kid told he couldn't eat fire anymore.
Gray wasn't faring much better. His usual snarky attitude was replaced with a brooding silence, his gaze locked on the cobblestones. Meanwhile, Happy had claimed his usual spot on my head instead of Natsu, saying he was moving too much in panic, contentedly napping as I led the way. If anyone were to ask, I was probably the only one who seemed carefree—because I am. I'm not even sure if I will get the same punishment. I didn't steal S Class Quest after all.
Ur walked beside me, her eyes scanning the bustling streets of Magnolia with a mix of wonder and melancholy. "The world has changed so much," she murmured, almost to herself. "A decade... feels like a lifetime."
I didn't miss the flicker of a smile that crossed her face when a child ran by, laughing and clutching a freshly bought snack. It was a welcome change from the somber expression she'd worn since we handed Leon over to the Rune Knights. The memory still weighed heavy, but at least there was some light breaking through.
In stark contrast to Ur's soft nostalgia, Erza marched ahead, her armor glinting in the sunlight as her boots slammed against the ground with determined force. Her hardened expression left no room for questions—she was on a mission, and the Guildhall in the distance was her target.
It was strange, walking back into this city, knowing what we'd left behind. No one had tried to arrest us, thankfully, though I kept expecting Rune Knights to jump out from every shadow. The whole thing with Ur's supposed resurrection was still a mystery to them. They didn't even knew she was dead.
I was already preparing for the fallout. There was no way Ultear wouldn't retaliate. In the original timeline, her hatred for her mother was a burning fire. Now? I couldn't even begin to predict how it would manifest now that Ur was alive.
The moment we stepped into the guildhall, I knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn't going to be one of those lighthearted body-swapping filler episodes where everyone laughs it off by the end. No.
This was far, far worse.
This wasn't an anime where mistakes were just convenient lessons for the main character to grow. This was real life—a dangerous, unforgiving world that didn't hand out second chances so easily. And the atmosphere in the guildhall confirmed it.
"So, you've come back..."
The booming voice of Master Makarov echoed through the hall, his towering form casting a long shadow over us. Every single guildmate was seated quietly, their eyes fixed on anything but us. It wasn't just their silence—it was the heaviness in the air, the kind that made your chest tighten and your stomach drop.
"You have anything to say for yourselves?"
His voice was a low growl, each word dripping with restrained fury. His face, normally full of wisdom and warmth, was shrouded in darkness as he stepped forward. The floor groaned beneath his feet, the vibrations carrying his anger through the room.
Natsu, never one to back down—even in the worst situations—stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "You're not gonna believe this, gramps, but we actually completed the S-Class qu—"
His words were cut off as Makarov's massive foot came down on him, the force driving him to the ground with a sickening thud. The crack of bone echoed through the hall, and I flinched, swallowing hard as my throat went dry.
Oh, fuck. He wasn't messing around this time. Not like the day we first met him. This was... different.
"Wrong answer," Makarov snarled, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. His gaze turned to the rest of us, and I felt my blood run cold before snapping out.
For once, there were no words—no quips, no clever remarks. Not from me, not from anyone. The weight of his anger, his disappointment, was suffocating. This wasn't a game, and Team Natsu crossed a line they couldn't uncross.
And then it began—the lecture of the century.
Thankfully, I wasn't in the splash zone. Master Makarov had spared me from punishment, declaring, "Stealing an S-Class mission is punishable. Standing up and doing the right thing isn't." His words were a balm to my nerves, though they came with the added responsibility of being left behind while the others weren't so lucky.
I watched as he literally dragged Natsu, Lucy, and Gray away with his massive hands, their protests barely audible over the sheer weight of his authority. They disappeared into his office, and the door slammed shut with enough force to rattle the walls. Meanwhile Erza just opened the door, went inside and closed the door, slamming loudly, again.
The guildhall fell into an eerie silence. Five whole minutes passed, and no one dared to move or speak, the tension palpable despite the lack of sound from the office.
I briefly entertained the idea of rescuing Lucy, but quickly dismissed it. She was a big girl—she could handle this. Besides, ditching me for this mess? She kind of deserved it.
"So," Mira finally broke the silence, her voice soft but cutting through the stillness like a blade. The room collectively exhaled, everyone taking her words as permission to breathe again. "Who are you, miss? I can't help but feel like I know you from somewhere."
She directed her question at Ur, who was now sitting casually in a chair, a mug in hand. Wait a second—was that Cana's booze?
"I'm Ur Milkovich," she replied, her voice calm yet commanding. "I'm Gray's teacher, if that helps. Nice to meet you, Fairy Tail. I've heard a lot about you." She took a deliberate sip of her drink, her demeanor as unshakable as ever.
"But... weren't you kinda dea—" Macao's words trailed off awkwardly, his face frozen as he realized the weight of what he was saying. The rest of the guild stared at Ur with wide eyes, their curiosity barely contained.
"The rumors of my demise were highly exaggerated," she said with a smirk, though her tone soon turned serious. "I was on the brink of life and death because of the spell I used to seal Deliora, a demon from the Book of Zeref. But this cutie here"—she reached over and ruffled my hair with the fiercest of headpats, almost knocking Happy off my head—"healed me back up. Together, we defeated Deliora."
She paused, her expression softening into something genuinely heartfelt. "I'm so proud to see the runt of my student, Gray, grow into someone so strong. Thank you all for taking care of him."
Her words sparked a ripple through the guild. Smiles broke out across the room as everyone leaned in, eager to brag about Gray's accomplishments—or at least embellish them for Ur's benefit. The energy shifted from tense to lively, and for the first time since we entered the guildhall, it felt like home again.
And Ur? Well, she handled it like a queen, sipping her stolen booze as though she belonged here all along.
Rolling…
You rolled: Quantum Transition Energy (Trinity Wonder )
The portals between worlds developed by Sylvia's father utilised quantum transition energy to make a passage between worlds. So why should you not be able to use mana or ki to do the same? By releasing large amounts of energy into the atmosphere and spinning it in a certain pattern, you would be able to stir the quantum energy of the world and create your own personal wormhole to another world. The size of this wormhole can, and often will, vary according to the amount of energy you feed it. Naturally, larger portals require not only more energy to produce, but also more energy to keep open. Different worlds resonate differently, so changing which world you are travelling to is simple. Similarly, once you have the coordinates of a world, it is easy to establish wormholes connected to that world. As a package deal with this, you are rather good at remembering world 'coordinates' so that you don't keep losing yourself in the multiverse.
Cost: 600
Insufficient CP
100 CP Banked
Total: 200CP
Hmm, sounds impressive, too bad I don't have enough points. Who's Sylvia anyway? I already have Black Mirror and opportunities like this will come in future eventually, so no need to cry now.
"Anyway, guys, good chat, but while Team Natsu is getting their asses kicked inside, I need your time for the day!" I declared, jumping onto the nearest table with a loud thud, startling everyone.
The guild had just begun to swarm around Ur, throwing a whirlwind of questions her way. Wakaba, ever the opportunist, had even asked if she was single, only to be greeted with an ice dagger that narrowly missed his crotch. He yelped and bolted like a startled cat, drawing laughter from the rest of the guild.
"What do you mean, little guy?" Nab called out from near the job board, his tone skeptical. "I've already got a job lined up."
"You're finally taking jobs? Took you long enough," I shot back, smirking. "I've been here a few weeks and already beat your record!"
"Why are you standing on the table, anyway?" Laki frowned, her arms crossed in clear disapproval.
"How did that last job go, Lucas?" Levy chimed in, her curiosity piqued.
Before I knew it, everyone was talking at once, throwing questions at me from every direction. Their overlapping voices made my head spin, and I raised a hand to stop them.
"Stooop!" I waved my hand dramatically, silencing the chaos. "Okay, listen. I'll make this quick. You'll understand with a demonstration." I took a deep breath, steadying myself before continuing.
"Anyone with an injury—doesn't matter how minor or major—step forward." My tone was firm, the kind of seriousness that cut through the usual chatter.
The guild fell silent, every pair of eyes suddenly trained on me. No one moved at first, their expressions a mix of confusion and wariness.
"This isn't a prank," I assured them, my voice unwavering. "Please, step forward. This is important."
After a tense pause, someone finally stepped up. A green-haired woman in a cowboy outfit—Bisca, if I remembered correctly—approached the table.
"This better not be a waste of time, kid," she said, climbing onto the table with an annoyed huff. Her partner, Alzack, stood just below, watching with a curious expression.
"Show me your injury," I instructed, forcing the uneasiness out of my voice as I met her gaze.
Bisca hesitated but eventually pulled off her cloak, revealing a bandaged bullet wound on her arm. The wound had been treated but was far from healed. She winced as she moved, her irritation palpable.
"Alright, what now?" she asked, her tone clipped as she glanced around at the watching crowd.
"Watch closely, all of you." I exhaled slowly, bringing my hands together into a deliberate hand sign—not a Witcher sign, though I'd discovered I could do those, too. This was something else entirely.
"Healing Hand," I declared, my voice steady as I spread my arms wide before pointing directly at her.
The moment the words left my lips, golden light burst forth, flooding the room in a warm, radiant glow. It was blinding yet comforting, like the sun breaking through a stormy sky. Gasps filled the air as the light engulfed Bisca, her wound shimmering under its touch.
The guild stood frozen, every gaze locked on the spectacle before them. And for the first time in a long while, I felt the weight of their eyes not in judgment, but in awe.
"You learned a healing magic? That's amazing!" Max exclaimed, his voice full of awe as the guild members began to gather closer. "Very few people have that kind of magic these days."
"Yeah, maybe now we won't have to deal with Porlyusica nagging so much," Krov chimed in, his wide buck-toothed grin shining through. This was the same guy who sent Natsu on a wild goose chase to Hargeon to search for a dragon. Honestly, this guild was filled with idiots sometimes.
"Nag? She chased me out with her broom once! I wasn't even hurt!" someone else whined.
"Oh, come on, that's nothing. She threw a potion at me last time!" another complained, and soon the hall was filled with similar gripes about the guild's notoriously temperamental healer.
"This is amazing!" Bisca interrupted, her excitement cutting through the noise. She began tearing off the bandages aggressively, revealing smooth, unblemished skin beneath. Her eyes sparkled with joy. "Aw, thank you, kid!" she said, pulling me into a quick, grateful hug.
"I almost thought I was out for a month," she added with a laugh before leaping into Alzack's arms. He looked equally thrilled, patting my shoulder as he offered a heartfelt "thank you" before they returned to their table.
The guild erupted into cheers and chatter, but I wasn't done. Climbing back onto the table, I raised my voice to address everyone.
"As you can all see, what I just did there…" I paused, letting the words sink in as the room gradually quieted down. "…was not magic."
A beat of stunned silence followed.
"I repeat—what you just saw was not the healing magic I learned."
"WHAT?!" the collective shout from the guild was deafening, their shock reverberating through the hall.
Mira was the first to recover, her brows furrowing in confusion. "If that wasn't magic, then… what was it?"
I smirked slightly, crossing my arms as I looked around at the bewildered faces. "It's a different type of magic than normal, I developed—something… unique to me."
"Science?" Levy asked, leaning forward in intrigue. "Or You mean like... alchemy?"
"Something like that, but far more advanced," I said, my tone cryptic yet confident. "Let's just say it's a skill that I don't think anyone else in this world has… yet."
The room buzzed with murmurs, curiosity and disbelief swirling in equal measure.
"You're telling me that wasn't normal healing magic or even Lost Magic, but something you made up?" Laki asked, skepticism clear in her voice.
"Yup, that was not magic like you normally learn," I said, my grin widening as I watched their eyes go wide with shock. "That was a Healing Spell from the School of Restoration, and it can be learned by anyone. And when I say anyone, I mean anyone, no matter how much of a dumbass they are!"
I couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up, echoing around the hall as I watched their jaws drop. They looked like fish gasping for air, and the sight was glorious.
"So, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT FOR, YOU MAGGOTS?!" I suddenly screamed, snapping them out of their stupor. They flinched, standing at attention as if I'd just barked orders at a military camp.
Summoning my stick—a gnarly, thorn-covered thing that looked more like a weapon than a teaching tool—I slammed it against the table for effect. "FOR THE NEXT HOUR, YOU ALL ARE MY BITCHES!" I roared, pointing the stick at the nearest group of slack-jawed guildmates. "WHEN I SAY JUMP, YOU ASK, 'HOW HIGH?' AND WHEN I SAY HEAL, YOU ASK, 'WHO?' AM I UNDERSTOOD?!"
A loud, collective "AYE SIR!" echoed back at me, the guild's usual chaotic energy replaced by something akin to military discipline.
I grinned like a madman, twirling the stick in my hand. Oh, this was going to be fun. The thought of whipping these rowdy mages into shape filled me with a sadistic kind of glee. They were going to hate me for this, but hey—it was for their own good.
"Oh, this is going to be good," I muttered under my breath, my grin widening as I imagined the chaos we were about to unleash.
The Phantom Lord mages were in for one hell of a surprise.
Rolling...
You Rolled:
Diadem of Ravenclaw (Wizarding World)
Beyond being tremendously skilled witches and wizards, the four founders of Hogwarts had an aptitude for the creation of magical relics. Look no further than Rowena Ravenclaw, a witch who believed that wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Even now, her legacy of intelligence, wisdom and creativity stands strong within the halls of Hogwarts and its Ravenclaw students. And yet her legacy remains incomplete, until now.
Lost through the ages, it seems that somehow, Rowena's diadem has found her way into your hands. Whether it's a copy or the real thing, the diadem is nonetheless a powerful magical artifact, as befitting of one of the finest witches to have ever lived. So long as the diadem lies on your head, you shall find yourself cleverer and wiser. Things once shrouded in fog shall become clear to you and decisions can be made with a steadier hand and a more knowledgeable mind. However, it is wise to remember that this remains but a tool. It alone does not provide you the knowledge you seek.
Cost: 200CP
Obviously this is dumb move, but I don't believe in Item of power. If its stolen, or if it makes me like druggie because of its little intelligence juice, I don't want to be smart because of this. I want to grow wiser by myself. And I'm being greedy and saving points for bigger perk.
100CP Banked
Total: 300CP
Erza's POV
Erza expected silence. After all, the atmosphere before she stormed into the Guildmaster's office had been thick with tension, fear palpable in every corner of the guild. She hadn't even wanted to look at Team Natsu, not after what they had done, so she left the lecture to Master Makarov and made her way out. But what greeted her when she returned wasn't the silence of a scolded guild.
Instead, the hall was alive with energy—quite literally. Every guild member was standing beside their tables, hands glowing with a familiar golden aura. Healing Hands. The same spell Lucas had taught her and the others on their first mission together.
Her scarlet brows furrowed as she took in the scene. The cacophony of laughter and chatter mixed with the soft hum of magic in the air. It was... surreal.
"Erza! What do you think?" Mira's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and before she could react, the barmaid was right in her face, beaming like a child showing off a new toy. Mira raised her glowing hands as if presenting them. "Even I can do this! It's so easy! I mean, Lucas did say it's an Apprentice-level spell, but it's so useful!"
Erza nodded stiffly, unsure how to respond. Seeing the guild working together, unified like this, was a rare and touching sight. It was enough to soften the storm of emotions swirling inside her—if only a little. She didn't want to ruin the moment with her lingering anger.
"Hey, Erza," a familiar voice called. She turned to find Lucas standing before her, his audacious grin as infuriating as ever. Before she could react, he reached out and grabbed her hands, the golden light from his palms glowing faintly against her own.
Her first instinct was to smack him away—not out of malice, but sheer reflex. Yet something stopped her. A protective instinct, fierce and unyielding, told her to stay her hand. It was an alien feeling, one that unsettled her as much as it intrigued her.
"Remember when I told you we'd go to that bakery for strawberry cake? And then to that clothing store I mentioned? The one with enough outfits to blow your mind?"
Erza blinked, surprised by the casual way he brought it up, as if she hadn't just stormed out moments ago. His grin didn't falter, and despite herself, she felt her resolve soften.
"Yes," she said, forcing herself to sound measured. "That would be... wonderful." She'd been looking for an excuse to step out of the guildhall anyway, and this seemed as good an opportunity as any.
Lucas's smile widened, lighting up his face with boyish excitement.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Dok dok dok.
Is this what love feels like? She didn't know. But if her... questionable collection of romance novels and smutty stories was to be believed, this was certainly how it started.
"Alright then, lead the way," she said, her voice softer than she intended.
Lucas didn't need to be told twice. He tugged her along, oblivious to the confused stares and knowing smiles of the other guild members as they made their way out.
Is this a date?