Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chase and Mira, Assault on the Tower of Heaven!

After a few heavy seconds of silence, Mira steadied her breathing and looked across the table. “Chase… you already know something, don’t you? This assassination attempt tonight. It wasn’t really about Lucy.”

Earlier, when she suggested taking the Trinity Raven assassins back for individual interrogation, she had noticed a distinct shift in Chase’s demeanor. He could have initiated the questioning right then and there. Instead, his hurried dismissal of the rest of their guildmates practically screamed that he already knew the identity of the mastermind—and that it was a secret not meant for a crowd.

“You really caught onto that, huh? As expected of you.” Chase paused, a faint, impressed smile touching his lips before he let out a soft sigh.

So that was why he had so efficiently coaxed Elfman into going to sleep.

Chase didn’t rush into a full explanation. He calmly poured two cups of steaming tea, sliding one across the table to Mira. “When I used Brain Control on that owl-headed freak, I dug through his mind and pulled the information about their employer. The target wasn’t Lucy at all.” He took a slow sip. “It’s Erza.”

Mira’s fingers tightened around the warm porcelain of her teacup. Her pupils constricted. “Erza?!”

“Yeah. The situation is a bit severe. Can you contact the old man right now?”

“I have an emergency communication Lacrima right here.” Mira immediately reached into her pocket.

“Good. Let’s wait until the Guild Master gets here before we lay everything out.”

“Understood.”

It didn’t take long. Makarov, having received the urgent summons, burst into the room a few minutes later. The gravity of the situation was somewhat undercut by the fact that he was still wearing a pair of overly cute, striped pajamas and a matching nightcap that entirely betrayed his age.

Chase offered a brief greeting and handed the old man a fresh cup of hot tea.

Makarov took a long, loud slurp to banish the sleep from his system. His expression hardened into the stern visage of a Guild Master. “Mira, what exactly is going on here? How is Erza tied up with an assassination guild?”

He had already gotten the briefest summary of the night’s chaotic events through the Lacrima, but the details were still hazy.

Mira simply shifted her gaze toward Chase.

“Let’s have the Trinity Raven explain it themselves.” Chase flicked his wrist. A card materialized between his fingers, glowing with a sharp, ethereal light as he tossed it onto the floor.

The magic circle expanded, spitting out the three assassins who had been sealed inside.

“You absolute pervert!” Ikaruga gasped, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and boiling indignation. “Even if you use that kind of filthy—”

Before the swordswoman could finish her furious accusation, the magic circle flared a second time. A vacuum of light instantly sucked her and Vidaldus Taka back into a fresh card, leaving only the battered, dazed form of Fukuro kneeling on the floorboards.

Whether Ikaruga had pulled her punches earlier, or this owl-man simply had the durability of a cockroach, Fukuro was still clinging to consciousness.

Under the lingering effects of Chase’s magic, the glassy-eyed assassin spilled every dark secret rattling around in his skull: Jellal, the Tower of Heaven, the resurrection of Zeref’s soul.

“The R-System?” Mira covered her mouth, her voice barely a whisper. “But the Magic Council eradicated that project years ago!”

She knew the dark history behind that name. Over a decade ago, a fanatic cult had established multiple hidden facilities to construct the Revive System—a forbidden black magic project designed to bring the dead back to life.

“To think such an extremely dangerous abomination is still operating under the Council’s nose… and that it’s nearing completion?” Makarov’s grip on his teacup trembled slightly. A cold sweat broke out across his wrinkled forehead.

If the R-System were actually activated, the resulting shockwave of dark magic would inflict an incalculable, devastating blow to the stability of the entire continent.

Listening to Fukuro’s monotonous confession, Makarov pieced the grim puzzle together. This R-System… this Tower of Heaven… it had to be the exact same hellhole where his old friend Rob had perished, the very place Erza had escaped from as a child.

“But what does any of this have to do with Erza being targeted now?” Mira asked, struggling to connect the final dots.

“During the Lullaby incident, when we were temporarily locked in that prison, Erza opened up to me about her past.” Chase set his teacup down with a quiet clink. He leaned forward, methodically laying out the tragic history binding Erza, Jellal, and the slaves of the Tower of Heaven.

As the story unfolded, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Mira’s expression twisted into deep sorrow.

“So that’s the truth of it…” Makarov closed his eyes, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked carved from stone. “I never heard Erza speak a word of this.”

He had only ever known that Erza had escaped a slave camp with Rob’s final, desperate help. He had never known the agonizing details. Erza had carried the lives and freedom of her childhood friends on her shoulders all these years, terrified to even whisper Jellal’s name, let alone drag Fairy Tail into her nightmare.

She had been living in silent agony, fully prepared to sacrifice her own life at a moment’s notice to keep her guildmates safe from the ghosts of her past.

“If this is the reality of the situation, things are incredibly tricky.” Makarov stared down at the ripples in his tea.

They couldn’t just sit back and let Jellal complete the R-System. But because the situation involved Erza’s former friends—hostages held against her—they couldn’t simply march to the Magic Council and report the tower’s location. The Council’s solution would be absolute and lethal. Worse still, there was the massive political landmine sitting right in the middle of the Council itself: Jellal’s supposed twin brother, Siegrain.

‘The Trinity Raven grunts don’t even realize Siegrain and Jellal are the exact same person,’ Chase thought, keeping that particular detail to himself for now.

“Actually, it’s not that complicated at all.” Chase cracked his knuckles, a sharp, predatory grin breaking across his face. His eyes burned with raw fighting spirit. “Give me the order, Master. I guarantee I’ll tear that broken tower down to its foundations.”

Truthfully, the only reason Chase hadn’t proactively hunted down the Tower of Heaven earlier was due to a lack of time—dealing with Ur’s resurrection and the Phantom Lord war had kept him busy.

But the secondary, far more pressing reason was that he hadn’t been entirely confident in a one-on-one deathmatch against Jellal back then.

Setting aside Jellal’s monstrous magical reserves worthy of the Ten Wizard Saints, his specific combat style was an absolute nightmare for a Duelist. Jellal was a master of Heavenly Body Magic. His signature spell, Meteor, granted him blinding, untrackable speed. In the past, there was a very real chance Jellal could cross the battlefield and snap Chase’s neck before a single Trap or Spell Card could even be activated.

But the board state had completely changed.

Having mastered Sky God Slayer Magic, Chase’s own physical parameters, reaction time, and raw combat power had skyrocketed, entirely covering his previous weakness in close-quarters speed. Add in the brutal practical experience he had just gained from fighting the Ice-Flame Dragon, and his victory was practically guaranteed.

With his YGO Card Magic, God Slayer Magic, and a bottomless well of Magic Power, crushing Jellal was a sure bet.

“Chase! Are you an idiot?!” Makarov barked, slamming his hand on the table. “Do you have any idea how dangerous a direct assault on a fortified dark facility is?!”

“A companion’s pain is the guild’s pain.” Chase didn’t flinch, holding the old man’s furious gaze. “Old man, you don’t want to see Erza live the rest of her life drowning in guilt and fear, do you?”

The argument struck Makarov right in the chest. The old master’s jaw clicked shut, and he slumped back into his chair, exhaling a long, defeated breath.

Logically, a surgical strike by their strongest S-Class mage was the only viable option that kept the Council out of it. But sending Chase into such a volatile, unknown warzone alone was a massive risk.

Seeing the deep worry etching lines into the Master’s face, Mira stepped forward, her eyes hardening with absolute resolve. “Master. Let me go with Chase.”

Before Makarov could even process the request, Chase smoothly played along. “Hold on, Mira. You shouldn’t get dragged into this kind of mess.”

It was a calculated performance. While Chase was entirely confident in burying Jellal himself, having another S-Class powerhouse watching his back against an army of cultists was the smartest tactical play. Erza couldn’t go—she was the target. Mystogan was a ghost who could never be found. Laxus was still throwing his endless rebellious temper tantrum.

By process of elimination, the Demon herself was the perfect vanguard.

“You don’t get to refuse me, Chase!” Mira shot back, her voice ringing with genuine emotion. “If it weren’t for Erza, I might still be wandering the wilderness right now, treating myself like a monster!” She turned back to Makarov. “Now, it’s my turn to save her.”

When Mira had first joined Fairy Tail, the traumatic awakening of her Take Over: Satan Soul magic had left her with a demonic arm she couldn’t banish. She had lived in constant terror and self-loathing. Erza had seen right through her isolation. Through relentless arguments, provocations, and outright brawls, Erza had forced Mira to engage, pulling her out of her shell and integrating her into the guild’s chaotic family.

Even if their relationship had eventually devolved into a fierce, destructive rivalry, Mira knew it was born from Erza’s unique, aggressive brand of kindness.

There was no universe where Mira would sit back and let Erza be chained to her past.

“Oh, stop putting on a show, you two troublesome brats,” Makarov grumbled, rubbing his temples.

Did they really think he couldn’t see what they were doing? He had already accepted the tactical soundness of Chase’s plan, and knowing Mira would be there to watch his blind spots brought a massive wave of relief. Still, seeing his usually sweet, obedient Mira instantly team up with Chase to manipulate him made the old man’s heart ache just a little. Do I really look like a foolish parent who doesn’t understand his own children?

“Fine. Regarding the assault on the Tower of Heaven… I authorize it.”

Makarov pushed himself up from his chair. The goofy pajamas seemed to vanish beneath the sheer, crushing weight of his magical presence as he leveled a deadly serious glare at both of them. “But hear me well. Your own survival is the absolute guiding principle of this mission. You are not to force a victory at the cost of your lives, and you will absolutely not act recklessly. Am I understood?”

Chase and Mira exchanged a brief, confident glance before snapping to attention.

“Yes, Master!”