Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Interrogation

Compared to borrowing the raw, unfiltered power of his card monsters, Chase vastly preferred summoning them directly onto the battlefield.

To put it simply, while he understood a fraction of the Dark Magician’s arcane spellcraft, his personal mastery over those specific arts couldn’t hold a candle to the original caster. Reaching that level of proficiency would require a massive investment of time and mental energy—resources he couldn’t afford to waste.

Versatility was a powerful asset, but learning too many disparate disciplines superficially was just biting off more than he could chew. Taking the long way around to master someone else’s magic felt entirely counterproductive.

also, in high-stakes, high-intensity battles against opponents of the same caliber, juggling complex spell incantations would push his mental limits to the breaking point. It would actively prevent him from executing his signature card-chain combos with the lightning-fast precision he was known for. Letting the monsters engage in direct combat was simply more efficient.

After all, his Duelist’s Soul Magic wasn’t just a collection of monsters. It was a lethal, interwoven arsenal of Spell and Trap cards waiting to be sprung!

There was also a far more practical, obvious truth to his methods: if a summoned monster was destroyed in the heat of battle, it merely returned to his deck to rest and recover.

If he died on the front lines, it was game over.

Because of this, Chase usually only tapped into their direct abilities when his Magic Power reserves were overflowing, or when he was physically prevented from summoning—like the devastating lightning roar he had unleashed to deliver the final blow against Jose.

But Slifer the Sky Dragon was a completely different story.

The draconian Magic Power requirements meant that Slifer could only ever see the light of day as an absolute, life-or-death trump card. However, the ‘God Slayer Magic’ derived from the divine beast offered a terrifying evolution to his current fighting style.

This wasn’t just elemental manipulation; it was the genuine, unadulterated power of a god.

Even without the divine buff, his close-quarters combat skills were nothing to scoff at, honed through the daily, chaotic brawls that defined life in the Fairy Tail guildhall. Now, layering the God Slayer Magic over his physical strikes, combined with the Right Arm of the Forbidden One—which exponentially scaled his strength the longer a fight dragged on—he possessed enough raw, individual destructive power to crush S-Class threats without drawing a single card.

He pictured the scenario in his mind. An evenly matched opponent goes through hell, exhausting their arsenal to bypass his traps and monsters, finally closing the distance to take him down in hand-to-hand combat… only to be met with a Slifer-enhanced, god-slaying iron fist straight to the jaw.

Tsk, tsk. What a beautiful sight.

“Once this tedious Council interrogation is over, I’ll need to lock myself away and properly experiment with Slifer’s power…”

Chase mentally filed away the glorious, violent images playing in his head. He politely but firmly declined Dark Magician Girl’s enthusiastic offer to manifest and ‘warm his bed’ for the night, pulling his consciousness out of his soulscape and back into the physical world.

It was the dead of night. The temporary encampment was blanketed in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets in the surrounding brush.

Well, that, and the occasional muffled shout coming from the cot next to his.

“Mystogan… fight me…” Natsu mumbled, kicking his blankets off. “Erza… I’m gonna kick your butt today… wait, where did Dad go…?”

Chase stared at the ceiling, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of complicated emotions the ancient Fire Dragon King, currently hiding deep within his adoptive son’s body, felt when he had to listen to this nonsense every single night.

Shaking his head with a quiet smirk, Chase pulled his own blanket up to his chin and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

Following a remarkably bland breakfast of dry rations purchased by the Magic Council from Magnolia, the agonizingly tedious interrogation process officially commenced.

Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord members were processed simultaneously, separated into enclosed, heavily guarded tents for individual questioning. Lahar, the strict and unsmiling Captain of the Custody Enforcement Unit, took personal charge of the Fairy Tail camp. Meanwhile, the Council’s resident Frogman Envoy was relegated to handling the remnants of Phantom Lord.

The reasoning behind this division of labor was painfully obvious to everyone involved: the Frogman was absolutely terrified of being left alone in a room with Chase.

This isolated interrogation method was designed to give the Council maximum control over the narrative, carefully filtering out exaggerated boasts and deliberately distorted facts to piece together the truth of the Guild War.

The drawback, however, was the pacing. It was agonizingly slow.

By the time the first round of questioning finally reached Chase’s immediate circle, the sun was already approaching its peak in the sky.

“Alright, which of you is next?” the Rune Knight escorting them asked, looking over his clipboard.

“Me! Me, me, me!” Natsu practically vibrated with energy, his hand shooting into the air as he bounded forward.

For a guy who historically despised the Magic Council and everything it stood for, the Dragon Slayer was acting suspiciously eager. The reason was simple: he absolutely refused to miss a perfectly good opportunity to beat Chase and Mystogan at something, even if it was just being interrogated first.

While Natsu’s competitive streak was entirely meaningless to the actual S-Class Mages, it had a deep effect on the peanut gallery.

“Hey, wait for us!” Macao yelled, scrambling after the pink-haired boy.

“Yeah, don’t think you’re leaving us behind!” Wakaba added, his pipe nearly falling out of his mouth as he hurried to catch up.

Whenever the concept of ‘surpassing S-Class’ was brought up, no matter how absurd the context, the regular members of Fairy Tail suddenly found themselves overflowing with boundless, inexplicable motivation.

Within seconds, only Chase, Mystogan, and a very confused Happy were left standing in the waiting tent.

“Chase. You should go ahead,” Mystogan said, his voice muffled and incredibly calm beneath his layers of fabric.

Under any normal circumstances, Chase would have immediately stepped forward just to remind those three idiots who actually ran the food chain. But today, his mind was still buzzing with equations and theories regarding his new God Slayer Magic. He simply couldn’t be bothered to care.

Shrugging lazily, he ambled forward and slotted himself into line right behind Wakaba.

The group of five marched toward the main interrogation tent. At the front of the pack, Natsu, Macao, and Wakaba strutted like prize-winning roosters, their chests puffed out and identical, arrogant smirks plastered across their faces as they showed off for the other guild members waiting outside.

“Are those three completely brain-dead?” Lucy muttered, having just finished her own grueling session. She rubbed her temples, watching the spectacle with sheer disbelief.

Mira, sitting gracefully on a nearby crate, rested her chin in her hands and smiled as her eyes tracked Chase. “Oh my. That certainly doesn’t seem like his usual style.”

“Mystogan…” Erza murmured, her sharp gaze entirely focused on the masked man bringing up the rear of the bizarre procession.

Ignoring the whispers and stares of their comrades, the five of them finally reached the entrance.

Following the natural order of the line, after Natsu and the two older mages had their turns, the flap was pulled back for Chase.

He stepped inside the dim tent. A simple square wooden table occupied the center of the room. Lahar sat rigidly on the opposite side, his crisp Council uniform perfectly pressed, a massive stack of paperwork resting at his elbow.

“Hmm? I didn’t expect the Council to be so hospitable,” Chase noted, his eyes landing on the steaming cup of black tea resting on the table. “Thanks for the trouble.”

Without waiting for an invitation, Chase dropped into the wooden chair, unceremoniously picked up the teacup—which was clearly meant for Lahar—and took a long, appreciative sip.

Watching the S-Class Mage make himself entirely at home, Lahar felt a sharp migraine beginning to pulse behind his eyes. He sighed, picked up the topmost file, and decided to skip the pleasantries.

“Chase. Male, twenty-three years old. S-Class Mage of the Fairy Tail Guild,” Lahar read aloud, his tone perfectly flat. “According to the official testimony provided by Phantom Lord, it was you who assaulted their Iron Dragon Slayer, Gajeel, and subsequently hung him from the Clock Tower in Oak City’s main square as a deliberate provocation. Do you have anything you’d like to explain regarding this incident?”

Right to the point. Expected.

“He ambushed members of our Guild first,” Chase replied smoothly, lowering the teacup. “I was merely executing a defensive counterattack out of a deep, burning desire to protect my precious comrades. You can easily verify this by sending someone to investigate West Street in Magnolia. Plenty of people saw the initial attack.”

Considering the sheer volume of destruction they had caused in the middle of the night, even a deaf pig would have woken up to witness it.

“As for how he miraculously ended up strung up on the clock tower, I—”

“Let me stop you right there,” Lahar interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose. “A quick reminder: Natsu Dragneel was in this chair five minutes ago. He already bragged about—excuse me, admitted to—the entire thing.”

“Exactly! It was totally my idea!” Natsu’s muffled voice echoed proudly from somewhere outside the tent.

Chase’s eye twitched. He mentally cursed the blockhead to the deepest pits of the Shadow Realm, but his expression remained perfectly composed. He leaned back in his chair and offered a unapologetic shrug.

Even setting aside the fact that Gajeel had drawn first blood, the accusation of ‘provocation’ was laughable. Phantom Lord had been actively terrorizing their members and had literally driven a walking fortress into their guildhall. Any single one of Jose’s actions was infinitely more severe than stringing a guy up by his boots.

Even if the more unreasonable, stick-up-their-ass bureaucrats on the Council insisted on pursuing the clock tower incident, the absolute worst charge they could stick him with was ‘disturbing the peace’. It wouldn’t change the overarching reality that Sabertooth and Phantom Lord had actively and maliciously instigated a full-scale Guild War.

More, the Council wasn’t going to push the issue for one very simple, obvious reason: Fairy Tail had won.

Lahar clearly understood the politics of the situation as well. This entire line of questioning was nothing more than a strict procedural requirement to fill out the necessary paperwork.

In reality, the upper echelons of the Magic Council had already reached their verdict on the war. Lahar and his men were just going through the motions, waiting to finish their data collection so they could pack up and go home.