Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Becoming the Guild Master of Sabertooth! The Past of Ur and Gildarts

“Oh, oh, oh! A short-haired beauty in a swimsuit!”

Seeing Ur approach with her unique, slightly travel-worn aura, Makarov’s deeply ingrained lecherous instincts were instantly triggered. The old man practically bounced across the floorboards, puffing out his chest to pretend to be a refined gentleman as he eagerly asked if she would like to sit down and share a cup of tea.

“Damn it! How is the Guild Master so fast?!”

“Damn it all, I should have been bolder!”

Macao and Wakaba, fellow enthusiasts of fine women, slammed their fists on the tables, their faces twisted in deep regret at missing the opportunity.

Mira frowned, planting her hands firmly on her hips as she marched right behind the old man. “Guild Master! Don’t be so rude to our guests!”

Though Mira had never personally met the master Gray always spoke of, she had crossed paths with Ultear during the harrowing events at the Tower of Heaven. The two women had even chatted on the way back to the Council. Looking at the woman standing before them now, the resemblance was uncanny. Ultear was practically a mirror image of Ur, right down to the faint, crisp chill that seemed to emanate from her very being. It made guessing her identity incredibly easy.

Of course, the absolute most important basis for her deduction was the blatant exhibitionism she shared with Gray.

“Well, what does it matter?” Makarov waved his hand dismissively, looking up at Ur with a wide, welcoming smile. “This beautiful and sexy lady, I presume, is the famous Ice-Make Mage Ur, who was once renowned across the entire northern continent of Guiltina?”

He chuckled, gesturing to the lively hall. “Since you are Gray’s master, then you are a friend to Fairy Tail!”

If Mira could piece together Ur’s identity from recent events, old Makarov, a living relic of the magic world’s older era, naturally couldn’t be ignorant. In fact, the sheer volume of classified information and history he possessed far exceeded anything Mira knew.

“Oh dear, that was more than ten years ago. Now I’m just a newcomer who can barely keep up with the changing times!” Ur scratched the back of her head, a slightly sheepish smile on her face.

There was no false humility in her words. During her recent travels to catch up on the world, she had encountered countless new concepts and theories of magic, witnessing firsthand the explosive power and innovation of modern Mages.

“If a Mage with your level of Magic Power is considered a newcomer, then the actual newcomers in our guild will have to find a deep hole and bury themselves in shame,” Makarov said lightly, his tone carrying genuine respect.

Miles away at a sunny tourist resort, a certain ice mage who had been thoroughly exhausted by his daily brawls with Natsu and was currently buried neck-deep in the hot sand suddenly felt a sharp, inexplicable pain shoot through his knee.

“Makarov, I have also heard various wild rumors about you in the past.” Ur looked down at the short, plain-looking old man standing in front of her, her tone shifting into something slightly more respectful. “When I was still just a little kid running around, you were already a famous, towering figure in the magic world!”

“Hahaha, those are all dusty tales of the past, let’s not talk about them.”

Although he waved it off, Makarov was visibly soaking up every drop of this mutual flattery. His usually slouched back straightened up with pride, and a smug, satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Receiving such high praise and affirmation from a stunning beauty right in front of his guild brats made the old father figure incredibly happy.

However, Ur’s very next words instantly froze that smug smile to his face.

“For example, the time you completely destroyed half a town during a simple request, I still remember the headlines vividly. Oh, and flattening that entire mountain range to the east, that caused quite a massive stir back in the day. And let’s not forget a certain kingdom’s princess who offered herself to you—”

“Cough, cough!”

Makarov couldn’t hold it back anymore. He coughed heavily twice, his face flushing red as he quickly gestured toward a nearby table, practically begging Ur to sit down. If she kept airing out his ancient laundry, his dignified old face would be completely lost!

“Oh my, oh my, it seems the Guild Master was quite the hot-blooded youth when he was younger.” Mira cupped her cheek, thoroughly enjoying this rare and spicy gossip.

“That’s exactly why, old Makarov, you deserve to be the Guild Master of Fairy Tail,” Chase added, having slowly strolled over to join the group, delivering another casual jab.

Hearing the commotion, all the other guild members swarmed around the table like sharks smelling blood. They constantly made noise, cheering and demanding to hear more explosive secrets from Ur, especially the juicy details regarding that certain kingdom’s princess.

When it came to watching their own people become the butt of a joke, the members of Fairy Tail always displayed far more passion and relentless curiosity than any other guild in existence.

What? The Guild Master’s secret romantic gossip?

Then it was absolutely mandatory to listen!

Makarov’s small face turned a dangerous shade of red from holding back his embarrassment. Left with no other choice, he abused his absolute authority, unleashing a terrifying, killer glare that forced all his nosy companions to take a collective step back.

“Miss Ur, can you drink?” Mira asked, having smoothly retreated to the safety of the bar.

Ur didn’t stand on ceremony, casually raising a hand. “Red wine is fine, please.”

“Right away.” Mira immediately got to work, her hands moving gracefully as she prepared the drinks and a small plate of snacks.

Ur turned her head, her gaze landing on Chase, who had taken a seat right next to Makarov. Her expression softened into one of deep gratitude. “Little brother Chase, thank you so much for everything back on Galuna Island.”

She paused, her voice dropping a fraction. “Without you, I wouldn’t even have the qualification to reacquaint myself with this beautiful world, let alone have the chance to reunite with Ultear—”

“Didn’t the Guild Master just say it? Gray’s master is a friend of the guild. You really don’t need to worry about such a small matter,” Chase replied with a calm, dismissive smile.

“That’s exactly right! It is his absolute honor that a troublesome brat who usually causes me endless headaches can actually be of some help!” Makarov reached up and heavily patted Chase on the shoulder.

The old man had heard the rough details of the Galuna Island incident from Gray. Though Makarov knew perfectly well that a legendary spell like Iced Shell was not something so easily broken or reversed, Chase hadn’t offered much of an explanation. Makarov figured the boy had his own difficult secrets regarding his unique magic. As long as the result brought a good person back to life, the old man didn’t care about the method.

Chase shot the old man a dry look. ‘This old geezer.’

“Hahaha, although that’s true, I will never forget this heavy kindness.” Ur propped her chin on one hand, looking at Chase with a sudden, teasing interest. She sighed deeply, her eyes sparkling. “It’s a real pity I’m not young enough anymore, otherwise I would simply have to repay you by offering myself.”

She leaned in slightly. “Little brother Chase, how about you consider my Ultear? That child has a truly spectacular figure.”

The sharp clatter of a wooden plate hitting the table rang out.

“Here is the red wine and snacks you requested.”

Mira still wore a faint, polite smile on her face, but no matter how one looked at it, the temperature around that smile seemed to have plummeted, carrying a slightly terrifying edge.

“Oh dear, it seems I’ve accidentally said something terrible.” Ur, being highly experienced in reading the room, instantly saw through the tension. Her ambiguous, amused gaze kept wandering back and forth between Chase and Mira.

“Speaking of which, Ur, are you here to visit Gray this time?” Chase smoothly changed the subject, completely ignoring the dangerous suggestion she had just made.

Hearing the shift in conversation, the strange, chilling aura that had permeated around Mira finally dissipated. She turned on her heel to serve fresh drinks to Cana and Macao, who had been desperately raising their empty mugs in the background.

“I did have that in mind, but looking at the situation, that idiot shouldn’t be in the guild right now, right?” Ur looked around the newly constructed guild hall, which was still missing a few finishing touches, and stated it as a matter of course. “Otherwise, he would be rushing over for a tearful hug by now.”

Chase thought about it for a second. Gray most likely wouldn’t do something as shameful as a tearful hug, but those two lecherous uncles drinking at the bar certainly had the impulse to try it. In order to preserve the guild’s already fragile image, Chase decided to keep that observation to himself.

“That’s right, Gray and Natsu are currently out on vacation at a tourist resort,” Makarov nodded.

“So it’s a vacation? What an unmotivated brat!” Ur complained, gently swirling the dark red wine in her glass. Her mind drifted to another Fairy Tail mage she had encountered eight years ago. “What about Gildarts? Why don’t I see him around either?”

“Miss Ur, you know Gildarts too?” Chase looked genuinely surprised. Having only known the original timeline, he didn’t recall any connection between the two of them.

“Hmm, I met him exactly once when I was fighting the Snowball Monster more than ten years ago.” Ur took a slow sip of her wine, a reminiscent, slightly exasperated smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “That man was incredibly strong, just a little indecent. He tried to hit on me under the guise of forming a party, but I flatly refused him.”

Although she said it was more than ten years ago, to her, who had been frozen as unmelting ice for so many years, it felt like only a short time had passed. The memory of meeting the ridiculously overpowered and flirtatious Gildarts was still vivid in her mind.

“Fighting the Snowball Monster? I probably know exactly which request that was.” Makarov was deeply impressed. He remembered the reports of that massive beast that had posed a serious threat to the northern continent. He sighed softly. “Fate is truly a wonderful thing.”

He took a sip from his own mug. “But as for Gildarts, he hasn’t returned to the guild for three years now.”

Ur let out a visible breath of relief. “Is that so? Then I’m relieved. When I first arrived at the doors, I was wondering how I was going to deal with his relentless flirting.”

“So what are your plans next? Do you want to come join Fairy Tail?” Makarov offered the olive branch at the perfect moment.

Whether it was the middle generation like Gildarts and Macao, or the younger generation like Chase and Erza, the current guild was packed full of destructive troublemakers as far as the eye could see. If he could bring in a strong, steady, and mature mage like Ur, it would definitely save him a massive amount of worry and paperwork!

“Haha, sorry Makarov, I don’t have that in mind for now.” Ur politely declined the invitation. “Although joining a Mage’s Guild is absolutely the best way to understand the current development of magic, it feels a little strange to be in the exact same guild as my own disciple.”

She smiled softly. “Besides, I prefer a free and easy life.”

In truth, before coming to Magnolia, she had already visited Lamia Scale, where Lyon was currently stationed. Guild Master Ooba Babasaama, who kept shouting about ‘spinning around’, and Jura, who held a seat among the Ten Wizard Saints, had also extended a very passionate invitation for her to join.

“Is that so? That’s a bit of a shame, but the doors of Fairy Tail will always be open for you.” Makarov caught the firm determination in Ur’s eyes and sighed, knowing better than to continue pushing the matter.

“Okay! Thank you for your kindness.” Ur bowed her head slightly in respect.

“It looks like you’re planning to settle down in Ishgar, right?” Makarov asked, tracing the rim of his cup.

“That’s right. After so many years frozen, there aren’t many friends left in the northern continent, and the overall level of magic there isn’t as high as it is here.” Ur lowered her eyes, staring deeply into the reflection of her red wine glass. “also, Gray, Lyon, and… Ultear are all here.”

“Ah, I almost forgot that your daughter is a high-ranking Council member.” Makarov slapped his forehead in annoyance, directly exposing his own little scheme. “I was just thinking of having you live in a house near mine!”

Mira, who happened to be passing by with a fresh tray of snacks, shot the old man a thoroughly speechless side glance. He was already at such an advanced age, yet he still harbored such shameless, lecherous fantasies! ‘Compared to this,’Mira thought to herself, her gaze drifting slightly,’that degenerate gambler next to him actually seems a little better by comparison.’

“About that… to be honest, I haven’t decided where to stay yet.”

When mentioning Ultear, a heavy sense of confusion and deep sadness couldn’t help but wash over Ur’s beautiful features. “I don’t know why, but that child, Ultear, seems to be deliberately avoiding me.”

Before visiting Fairy Tail and Lamia Scale, the very first place she had rushed to was the Magic Council headquarters. However, despite waiting for several days in a row, she never caught a single glimpse of her beloved daughter. The staff’s response each time was painfully clear: Ultear simply didn’t want to see her.

Ur couldn’t figure out what was going wrong, but Chase was perfectly clear about the reason.

Ultear, who carried the heavy sins of Grimoire Heart and the atrocities of the Tower of Heaven on her shoulders, simply didn’t have the courage to look into the eyes of the mother who loved her the most.

Makarov also remained entirely silent. He didn’t know the full extent of the relationship between Ultear and Grimoire Heart, but he had already learned from Mira that Ultear was the true instigator behind the Tower of Heaven incident. This was a deep, painful matter between a mother and her daughter; they, as mere outsiders, had absolutely no right to interfere.

The previously harmonious and lively atmosphere suddenly became heavy and suffocating.

Looking at Ur, whose face was etched with distress, an idea suddenly flashed through Chase’s mind.

“Ur, I have a way that will force Ultear to meet you.”

“What way?!” Ur instantly sat up straight, her eyes wide with desperate energy.

Chase calmly picked up a piece of fried crispy pork from the plate, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed slowly before raising a single finger with a confident smile. “Become the Guild Master of a regular, official guild.”

The Magic Council was the supreme organization that managed all legal guilds. As long as Ur was required to attend various mandatory meetings and summits as an official Guild Master, Ultear, as an active Council member, wouldn’t be able to hide from her!

“Little brother Chase, please don’t tease me. Where on earth can I find enough people to form a brand new guild right now?” Ur sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping.

Theoretically, his method was indeed flawless. But putting aside whether she, a woman who loved her freedom, had the actual administrative ability to manage a guild well, how could she—a mage who had just been ‘resurrected’ with zero modern connections or reputation—be qualified to establish a guild from scratch in the unfamiliar lands of Ishgar?

Mira, having finished wiping down the bar, walked over and sat down gracefully next to Chase, a knowing smile on her lips. “Miss Ur doesn’t need to specifically go out and recruit people. There is already a ready-made guild waiting right now.”

“I see, that is a rather brilliant suggestion!” Makarov’s eyes lit up as he instantly caught onto Chase’s train of thought.

Ur looked back and forth between the two of them, completely confused by their sudden agreement.

It was Chase who finally spoke up to answer her silent question. “There’s a small guild currently on the absolute verge of disbanding called Sabertooth. If you are willing to step in and take over, it shouldn’t be too difficult to secure the position.”

“Sabertooth?” Ur frowned slightly, searching her memory.

She was not unfamiliar with the name. A while ago, the massive, destructive war between Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord had caused a massive stir across the continent. Because it directly involved the guild Gray belonged to, she had paid special, careful attention to the entire conflict.

Among the details she read, Phantom Lord had violently used Sabertooth as a stepping stone, crushing them as a sacrifice to officially declare war on Fairy Tail!

“Although the former Guild Master of this guild did a lot of cowardly, despicable things, I’ve looked into the aftermath. The members left inside are all very good kids, and they possess incredible potential.” Makarov saw Ur’s hesitation and spoke in a deep, reassuring voice. “Didn’t you just say that joining a guild can help you understand the current state of magic better? Becoming the Guild Master of Sabertooth is definitely the fastest, most direct way to achieve that.”

Having a veteran like Ur, who had successfully trained excellent, powerful children like Gray and Lyon, take over Sabertooth would be the absolute best outcome for both Ur herself and for young mages like Minerva.

This brat Chase usually seemed to lounge around with no proper form, but the idea he just proposed was genuinely brilliant!

Makarov’s internal impression of Chase couldn’t help but improve just a little bit more. It was indeed the correct decision to secretly consider this overpowered card-user as the next primary candidate for Guild Master!

“But, will they really accept me, a complete outsider? And the Council’s side of things…” Ur was clearly moved by the prospect, her mind racing with the possibilities.

What she cared about most in this new life, besides repairing her relationship with her daughter and checking on her two disciples, was the endless exploration of the field of magic. And becoming the Guild Master of Sabertooth seemed to perfectly, flawlessly cover both of those desires!

“The Council is incredibly easy to deal with. Those stubborn old guys still owe us a massive favor for cleaning up their mess. I’ll personally write you a letter of recommendation when the time comes.” Makarov puffed out his chest, showing considerable, unshakeable confidence in his political sway. “As for Sabertooth, you have no direct relationship with Fairy Tail, so the difficulty of earning their trust shouldn’t be very high either.”

The old man grinned, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. “Or rather, for a guild that has long become a hot potato abandoned by the world, they are likely eager and desperate for a powerful, reliable Mage like you to take the reins!”