Rayn slowly opened his eyes to an unfamiliar wooden ceiling.
A strange, foul smell filled his nostrils.
"It stinks…"
His small face wrinkled up like an orange, and his voice was full of disgust.
However, the smell did seem to soothe the throbbing in his head, which was caused by receiving memories from his past life.
Getting up from the bed, Rayn looked around.
The room was simple, with two or three small wooden beds. He was on one of them.
A bundle of long, white cloth hung in the middle of the room.
A gentle breeze carrying fresh air blew in through the window.
Sunlight streamed in, revealing specks of dust floating like fairies.
It looked very much like a place for the wounded.
He could faintly hear voices from outside.
Unable to bear the smell in the room any longer, Rayn followed the sound of the voices and walked outside.
Even though it had helped his brain after receiving the memories, it was just too stinky.
"So, what's the situation over there?"
As he got closer to the door, a woman's voice became clearer.
"Things are a bit complicated…"
Another voice, a man's, followed.
"Then keep it simple."
"Those guys are from the Black Magic Cult. They're cult members who worship the legendary Black Mage Zeref and want to revive him."
"You humans are as annoying as ever."
The woman's voice was filled with undisguised contempt.
"The R-System people, huh?"
Having awakened his past life's memories, Rayn understood as soon as he heard their conversation.
No wonder those guys were only trying to capture children at first.
They wanted laborers to help build the Tower of Heaven.
"By my count, that kid should be waking up soon. You can take him back with you later."
Hearing the voices outside, Rayn didn't go back to pretend to be asleep. Instead, he pushed the door open and walked out.
Two people came into view.
One was a short old man with a mustache.
The other was a middle-aged woman with long pink hair, wearing a cloak.
Because he had integrated the memories of this world, Rayn knew who they were the moment he saw them.
His gaze fell on Makarov. Rayn remembered seeing him before he passed out.
Afterwards, the power in his body felt as if it had been completely drained by a large truck.
Not only did he feel empty, but his spirit also wilted, and he lost consciousness.
If no one had saved him, he might not have survived.
"Thank you for saving me."
Thinking of this, Rayn's tone became extremely sincere.
"It's nothing. You just overused your magic. A few days of rest and you'll be fine."
Makarov waved his hand casually, not minding it, and then asked nonchalantly, "Do you remember what happened before you fainted?"
Makarov felt a bit awkward saying this, as it was like poking at a sore spot.
But he had to ask to continue the conversation.
"…Yes."
Rayn's expression darkened, and his voice became heavy.
Although he had awakened his past memories, it didn't mean he could ignore the memories of this life.
It was just that the shock of those memories kept him from crying his heart out.
Still, Rayn had deeply etched the Black Magic Cult into his mind.
The group of cult members who came to the village to snatch people had been killed, that was true.
But they weren't the only ones in this world.
Rayn felt that if he didn't clean them all out, his revived memories would be for nothing.
"My name is Makarov, and I'm the guild master of the magic guild, Fairy Tail."
Seeing that Rayn was only a little dazed and not wailing, Makarov breathed a sigh of relief and began to speak.
"If you don't mind, you can join our guild."
To avoid making Rayn feel like he was taking advantage of the situation, Makarov added, "Of course, you can take a tour first before you decide."
"If the guild master doesn't mind, I'll gladly agree."
To Makarov's surprise, Rayn nodded in agreement as soon as he finished speaking.
After waking up and understanding his situation, Rayn had a rough idea of why he was here.
If he didn't join, he would probably be sent to the church to stay with other orphans.
Even setting that aside, Rayn needed someone to teach him how to control his magic in order to gain the power to deal with the Black Magic Cult later.
While not all of the Ten Wizard Saints were necessarily the strongest, those who became one were undoubtedly powerhouses in the magic world.
Makarov was one of the Ten Wizard Saints, and his easygoing personality made him the best choice.
Besides, he had indeed saved him.
All things considered, Rayn could find no reason to refuse.
"Has my reputation grown so much? Just by saying my name, even a child is willing to join!?"
Unaware of Rayn's thoughts, Makarov felt a bit smug, a pervy smile spreading across his face.
"Come here, let me check on you."
Porlyusica, who had been silent in the back, picked Rayn up and carried him into the room.
Rayn was not happy with this posture.
But his young body was too weak to resist, so he could only let his body go limp as he was carried inside.
After a thorough check-up, aside from mental fatigue caused by magic exhaustion, there were no physical problems.
"Remember to take your medicine and get some rest. If there's nothing else, get out of here quickly and don't disturb me!"
After the check-up, Porlyusica pointed to the door and spoke bluntly.
"We'll see you later then."
Makarov was used to her attitude and said with a smile, unconcerned.
"Don't bother me if it's nothing, and preferably not even if it's something."
Porlyusica frowned, left those words, and turned back to her medicinal herbs.
"Thank you."
Rayn didn't mind her attitude either and bowed earnestly in thanks.
Then he quickly followed Makarov.
Because of her dislike for humans, Porlyusica lived quite a distance from Magnolia.
It was only his young body and adult soul that allowed Rayn to barely hold on.
By the time they reached Magnolia, the sky was already a golden expanse from the setting sun.
Upon entering the town, the path under their feet turned into smooth cobblestones, and rows of houses stood on both sides of the street.
A canal running through the town gurgled, and the faces of pedestrians on the street were filled with peaceful smiles.
They would even wave enthusiastically when they saw Makarov.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two finally stopped in front of a wide, three-story building.
The sign above the entrance was engraved with the words "FAIRY TAIL."
Under the setting sun, the yellow flag at the top of the building flapped in the wind. The white fairy emblem on the fluttering flag seemed to be running, or perhaps flying towards the golden sun on the horizon.
"This is Fairy Tail!"
Makarov walked up the steps and extended a hand to the child looking up from below, grinning with a cheerful smile.
"And it's your future home."
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