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Draft -1
Merlin stood by the edge of the wooden fence, watching Erza walk back toward the guildhall's wash stations with her muddy sword.
Even from a distance, the volume of raw magic radiating off that kid was ridiculous. Her internal container was massive for a ten-year-old—almost unnaturally large. But Merlin knew exactly why. It was the direct side effect of being stuck inside Irene Belserion's womb for four hundred solid years while the dragonification curse warped her mother's body.
Thinking about Irene actually made Merlin sigh. It had been decades since he last saw the high enchanter. Back in the day, she was one of the very few people Merlin could actually consider a genuine friend. They shared the same insatiable, obsessive thirst for understanding the absolute fundamentals of magic. Every fifty years or so, they would randomly meet up in some forgotten corner of the world, spending days drinking and trying to outdo each other's spell work just to see who understood the mechanics of the world better.
Erza had her exact same stubborn, unyielding presence. She looked so much like her mother it was almost uncanny, right down to the sharp flare of her scarlet hair.
"Like mother, like daughter," Merlin muttered to himself, a small smirk returning to his face as he turned around. "I wonder how the old dragon is doing down south."
By the next afternoon, Erza had completely buried herself in the guild's messy library room. She spent three straight hours dragging dusty old tomes off the shelves until she finally found what she was looking for—a thin, worn-out handbook on basic Requip magic.
With the book tucked tightly under her arm, she sneaked out into the quiet dirt courtyard behind the tavern. She laid the pages open on top of a wooden crate, staring hard at the instructional diagrams for opening a fundamental spatial pocket.
Erza took a deep breath, closed both of her eyes, and extended her right hand into the open air. She began to channel her magic, trying to force her Ethernano to tear a tiny gap into the empty space in front of her palm. The ambient air around her hand began to violently warp and distort, the spatial strings snapping like tight rubber bands.
"I wouldn't finish that chant if I were you," a voice called out from above.
Erza gasped, her concentration snapping as she jumped back, her hand dropping instantly. She looked up to see Merlin casually dangling his legs from a thick oak tree branch over her head, munching on a green apple. He dropped down from the tree, landing completely silently in the dirt right in front of her crate.
"Master Merlin," Erza said, keeping her guard up. "What do you mean?"
"Requip isn't just about throwing your magic around, kid," Merlin said, leaning against his staff. "It's a spell that literally carves out a personal pocket dimension. To do that safely, you need a high innate affinity for space-time mechanics, and more importantly, incredibly precise control. Right now, your raw power is massive, but your control simply isn't good enough yet."
Erza looked down at her hands, her jaw tightening slightly. "But I need to get stronger. I have to learn it."
"If you try to force a dimensional pocket open today with that sloppy control, the spatial fold will snap backward," Merlin explained calmly, pointing the tip of his staff at her wrist. "Instead of storing a sword, you'll literally slice your own hand off. Magic doesn't forgive bad math, little warrior."
Erza swallowed hard, realizing he was entirely serious. She closed the textbook on the crate. "Then... what am I supposed to do? What magic should I learn first?"
Merlin suddenly threw his arms out, dropping into a wildly dramatic, over-the-top anime pose with a massive grin. "I am glad you asked! I have always believed that basic Body Enchantment magic is the absolute best way to start!"
Erza blinked, her single good eye deadpan as she stared at his ridiculous posture. "Body Enchantment?"
"Think about it," Merlin said, dropping the pose and stepping closer. "Body Enchantment is the art of infusing your Ethernano directly into your own muscles, bones, and senses rather than pushing it outside your skin. It forces you to feel the flow of your magic down to the very millimeter of your own physical frame. Once you can smoothly guide your magic to anchor within your own body to boost your speed and control, carving out an external spatial pocket will be a walk in the park."
He sat down right there in the dirt, patting the ground in front of him. Erza hesitated for a second, then sat down across from him, crossing her legs as Merlin began to walk her through the very first steps of focusing her energy inward.
Later that week, the atmosphere was completely different inside the grand assembly hall in the capital city of Era.
The Magic Council had called an emergency closed-door meeting for the Ten Wizard Saints. Usually, Merlin treated these political gatherings like a complete joke, either skipping them entirely or showing up just to drink their expensive wine. But today, he was sitting perfectly straight in his high stone chair, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
He had submitted a formal, detailed report regarding the cult operations at the Tower of Heaven, and he wasn't about to let the bureaucrats sweep it under the rug.
"The information you provided is highly alarming, Saint Merlin," one of the elderly Council members spoke from the high central bench, adjusting his spectacles. "But deploying a full military force to the coast based on the testimony of a single runaway child is a massive political risk."
"It's not a risk, it's a necessity," Merlin stated, his voice dropping into a cold, commanding tone that completely silenced the murmuring in the room. "We aren't talking about a minor dark guild smuggling illegal lacrima. This is a massive, organized cult enslaving hundreds of children to build a system meant for forbidden black magic. If you sit on your hands and wait for a committee vote, that tower will become a permanent stain on this continent."
The Council members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, feeling the sudden, heavy weight of his presence filling the marble hall.
"Then what do you propose we do?" another member asked, leaning forward.
"Send the Rune Knights immediately," Merlin commanded, resting his hand firmly on the pommel of his staff. "Blockade the coastal waters and deploy an elite division to investigate the coordinates I logged. I want a high-ranking wizard attached to the vanguard to handle any heavy resistance. Let's clean up this mess before it blows up in our faces."
The Councilors looked at each other, nodding slowly. For once, nobody argued with him.
Thousands of miles to the south, deep within the hidden territory of the Alvarez Empire, stood a grand palace built entirely from polished white marble and gold filigree. The interior was ridiculously luxurious, filled with heavy silk drapes and massive crystal chandeliers.
Sitting gracefully on a large plush couch at the center of the private floor was a breathtakingly beautiful, overwhelmingly voluptuous woman. Irene Belserion was the definition of jaw-dropping elegance. She had incredibly long, thick scarlet hair styled into four massive braids that framed her striking, pale face. She wore a revealing, high-slit black robe lined with white fur that did absolutely nothing to hide her dangerously seductive figure. The low-cut fabric put her remarkably generous, full cleavage on complete display, while the high thigh-slit exposed her flawlessly long, smooth legs. Every curve of her hourglass body radiated a lethal combination of raw, suffocating sexual appeal and absolute, terrifying magical authority as she casually flipped through an ancient manuscript.
Suddenly, the quiet air in the middle of her opulent room began to violently ripple.
A massive, explosive swirl of bright pink flower petals erupted right on top of her expensive rug. Irene didn't even flinch. She slowly closed her manuscript, her sharp, dark eyes narrowing as the petals cleared away to reveal a familiar white-robed slacker standing in the center of her floor.
"Hey, Irene, guess what!" Merlin shouted in his loudest, most cheerful dub voice, waving his arm around. "You won't believe who just joined my guild!"
Irene raised a single, perfect eyebrow, her full chest shifting slightly as she reached for her massive wooden staff. A cold, dangerous glare hit her lips. "Merlin. You have exactly three seconds to explain why you just bypassed my palace security barriers before I turn you into a toad."
"Oh, come on, don't be like that," Merlin laughed, completely unbothered by the death threat as he stepped out of the petal pile. He leaned forward, flashing her a massive, smug smirk. "Seriously, you're going to want to hear this. It's your daughter, Erza. She just walked straight into Fairy Tail, and let me tell you, she's got your exact same terrifying temper."
Irene froze, her fingers tightening hard against the wood of her staff as her breath completely caught in her throat.
DRAFT-2
Merlin leaned against the backyard fence, watching Erza walk back toward the wash tubs with her muddy sword.
The kid's raw magic pool was just stupidly huge for a ten-year-old. But Merlin knew the math. She had been stuck inside Irene Belserion's womb for four hundred solid years while that dragon curse warped her mother's body. The kid was basically a walking, accidental magic battery.
Thinking about Irene made Merlin let out a dry laugh. It had been decades since he last saw her. She was a total pain in the ass, but she was one of the only people he actually considered a friend. Every fifty years or so, they'd meet up at some random tavern, get completely wasted, and throw high-level spells at each other just to see whose magic theory was better.
Erza had her exact same stubborn vibe. The stiff posture, the glare, and the way her red hair practically flared when she got annoyed.
"Like mother, like daughter," Merlin muttered, spinning his staff around. "I wonder if she's still throwing tantrums down in Alvarez."
By the next afternoon, Erza had completely buried herself in the guild's messy library room. She spent three straight hours yanking dusty old books off the shelves until she finally found a thin, worn-out handbook on basic Requip magic.
She sneaked the book out to the quiet dirt courtyard behind the tavern, laying it open on top of a wooden crate. She stared hard at the diagrams for opening a basic spatial pocket.
Erza took a deep breath, closed her eye, and reached her right hand out into the open air. She pushed her magic hard, trying to force a gap into the space right in front of her palm. The air around her fingers started violently warping and twisting, making a weird, high-pitched whistling sound.
"I wouldn't finish that chant if I were you," a voice called out from above.
Erza gasped, her magic breaking instantly as she jumped back. She looked up to see Merlin dangling his legs from a thick oak tree branch over her head, chewing on a green apple. He dropped straight down, landing in the dirt right in front of her crate.
"Master Merlin," Erza said, instantly holding her sword tight. "What do you mean?"
"Requip isn't a parlor trick, kid," Merlin said, leaning on his staff. "You're trying to carve out a personal pocket dimension. To do that safely, you need insanely precise control. Right now, your raw power is massive, but your control simply isn't good enough yet."
Erza looked down at her hands, her jaw tightening. "But I have to get stronger. I need to learn it."
"If you try to force a pocket open today with that sloppy focus, the spatial fold will snap backward," Merlin explained calmly, tapping the tip of his staff against her wrist. "Instead of storing a sword, you'll literally slice your own hand off. Magic doesn't forgive bad math, little warrior."
Erza swallowed hard, realizing he was entirely serious. She closed the textbook. "Then... what am I supposed to do? What magic should I learn first?"
Merlin suddenly threw his arms out, twisting into a wildly dramatic, over-the-top anime pose with a massive grin. "I am glad you asked! I have always believed that basic Body Enchantment magic is the absolute best way to start!"
Erza blinked her single good eye, completely deadpan. "Body Enchantment?"
"Stop pushing the magic outside your skin," Merlin said, dropping the pose and stepping closer. "Body Enchantment is the art of infusing your magic directly into your own muscles, bones, and senses. It forces you to feel the flow of your energy down to the very millimeter of your own physical frame. Once you can smoothly guide your magic to anchor within your own body to boost your speed and control, carving out an external spatial pocket will be a walk in the park."
He sat straight down in the dirt, patting the ground in front of him. Erza hesitated for a second, then sat down across from him, crossing her legs as Merlin began to show her how to focus her energy inward.
Later that week, the mood was completely different inside the grand assembly hall in the capital city of Era.
The Magic Council had called an emergency closed-door meeting for the Ten Wizard Saints. Usually, Merlin treated these political gatherings like a joke, either skipping them entirely or showing up just to drink their expensive wine. But today, he was sitting perfectly straight in his high stone chair, his expression dead serious.
He had submitted a formal report about the cult operations at the Tower of Heaven, and he wasn't about to let the bureaucrats sweep it under the rug.
"The information you provided is highly alarming, Saint Merlin," an old Council member spoke from the high bench, adjusting his glasses. "But deploying a full military force to the coast based on the testimony of a single runaway child is a massive political risk."
"It's not a risk, it's a necessity," Merlin stated, his voice dropping into a cold tone that silenced the room. "We aren't talking about a minor dark guild. This is a massive, organized cult enslaving hundreds of kids to build a system for forbidden black magic. If you sit on your hands and wait for a committee vote, that tower will become a permanent stain on this continent."
The Council members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, sweating under the heavy pressure filling the hall.
"Then what do you propose we do?" another member asked.
"Send the Rune Knights immediately," Merlin commanded, slamming the butt of his staff against the stone floor. "Blockade the coastal waters and deploy an elite division to breach the coordinates I logged. I want a high-ranking wizard attached to the vanguard to handle any heavy resistance. Let's clean up this mess before it blows up in our faces."
The Councilors looked at each other and nodded slowly. For once, nobody argued with him.
Thousands of miles to the south, deep within the hidden territory of the Alvarez Empire, stood a grand palace built from white marble and gold.
Sitting on a large couch at the center of her private room was a breathtakingly beautiful, overwhelmingly voluptuous woman. Irene Belserion was the definition of jaw-dropping elegance. She had incredibly long, thick scarlet hair styled into four massive braids that framed her striking face. She wore a revealing, high-slit black robe lined with white fur that did absolutely nothing to hide her dangerously seductive figure. The low-cut fabric put her remarkably generous, full cleavage on complete display, while the high thigh-slit exposed her long, smooth legs. Every curve of her hourglass body radiated raw, suffocating sexual appeal and absolute authority as she casually flipped through an ancient manuscript.
Suddenly, the quiet air in the middle of her room violently ripped.
A massive blast of pink flower petals erupted right on top of her expensive rug. Irene didn't even flinch. She slowly closed her manuscript, her sharp eyes narrowing as the petals cleared away to reveal a familiar white-robed slacker standing in the center of her floor.
"Hey, Irene, guess what!" Merlin shouted in his loudest, most cheerful dub voice, waving his arm around. "You won't believe who just joined my guild!"
Irene raised a single eyebrow, her full chest shifting slightly under her black robe as she reached for her massive wooden staff. A dangerous glare hit her lips. "Merlin. You have exactly three seconds to explain why you just bypassed my security barriers before I turn you into a toad."
"Oh, come on, don't be like that," Merlin laughed, completely unbothered by the death threat. He leaned forward, flashing a massive, smug smirk. "Seriously, you're going to want to hear this. It's your daughter, Erza. She just walked straight into Fairy Tail, and let me tell you, she's got your exact same terrifying temper."
Irene froze.
Her fingers tightened hard against the wood of her staff until it groaned. Her breath completely caught in her throat, her chest freezing mid-rise as she stared right at him.
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