Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Receiving the Demon Egg, Demon King Mirajane!

Éclair ultimately stayed in the guild. With Lucy smoothing the way, the rowdy mages of Fairy Tail accepted the cute, quiet priestess without a second of hesitation.

“It was… simpler than I thought,” Éclair murmured, sitting stiffly at a corner table. “I expected at least a blood test or an interrogation. They didn’t even ask about my background.”

She sat with Momon perched beside her, while Erza and Happy occupied the opposite bench.

“Fairy Tail doesn’t care about a member’s past. Once you walk through those doors and join us, you are family, Éclair,” Erza said, her gaze softening. The lingering confusion in the new girl’s eyes struck a chord in the red-haired knight, inevitably bringing back memories of her own arrival at the guild after escaping the Tower of Heaven.

“Yes. Thank you, Erza.” Éclair bowed her head slightly, her voice laced with genuine gratitude.

“There’s no need to be so reserved.” Erza offered a warm, reassuring smile. “Just treat this place as your home.”

“Aye! That’s right!” Happy threw his paws into the air, hopping onto the table with boundless enthusiasm. Reaching behind his back, he produced a prized, glistening sea fish and shoved it forward. “Do you want some fish?”

“Th-thank you, but I just had breakfast. I’m not very hungry right now,” Éclair said, politely waving her hands to decline the offering.

Between Lucy and Chase, she already held a preconceived fondness for the mages of this guild. It was a far cry from the cold, silent demeanor she had maintained when first encountering them in her original timeline. Yet, beyond her gratitude, she found herself deeply curious as to why the blue cat sitting on the table could speak like a human. He didn’t look anything like Momon, who was a doll granted self-awareness.

“Okay, then what about Momon? A little bird must love fish, right?”

Having instantly pivoted to a new target, Happy thrust the raw fish right into the yellow creature’s face. Though he tried to play it cool, living in a guild surrounded by humans meant he had always secretly wanted a fellow animal companion.

Erza blinked, leaning forward to inspect the creature. “A little bird? I thought he was some kind of aquatic animal. Like a little yellow duck.”

“Um, actually, Momon’s name means ‘mouse’,” Éclair corrected them, her tone deadpan and entirely serious.

Momon stared blankly ahead. Is it really appropriate for you to discuss my species like this? I am clearly a doll! Éclair’s best friend!

“Hehehe, how old are you this year, Éclair? Do you have a boyfriend?”

A raspy, thoroughly perverted voice suddenly slithered up from behind them, making both Éclair and Momon jump in their seats. Wakaba stood there, a lit pipe in his mouth and literal hearts practically bulging from his eyes.

“Damn it! I was careless and that old geezer got ahead of me!” Macao gnashed his teeth from a few tables away, slamming his fist down in frustration.

Erza’s warm smile vanished. Her gaze snapped toward the older mage, sharpening into lethal daggers. “Wakaba. Do not scare the newcomer. And your cigarette ash is getting all over the floor. Clean it up. Now.”

“Ah? Yes, ma’am!”

The oppressive aura of Fairy Tail’s unofficial disciplinary committee member crashed down on him. Feeling a cold chill crawl up his spine, Wakaba instantly dropped his creepy demeanor, dropping to his knees to frantically sweep up the ashes with his bare hands.

Watching from afar, Macao suddenly felt that being a step slow wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Éclair sat frozen, staring at the red-haired woman. What a terrifying aura… it’s completely different from Lucy!

Wait. Thinking back to last night, hadn’t Lucy mentioned that Erza was the strongest female mage in the guild? A terrifying monster that absolutely could not be offended under any circumstances?

The new rookie immediately sat up straight, rigid as a board, looking at Erza with wide-eyed fear.

Lucy, Chase… please come back quickly. I can’t handle this…

As Kana, Bisca, Max, and half a dozen others swarmed over to introduce themselves, Éclair—who possessed absolutely zero social skills—frantically screamed for her two saviors in her mind.

Unfortunately, those two were destined to be entirely unavailable.

Lucy, having recently displayed her monstrous new strength, was currently trapped in a chokehold of enthusiasm by Natsu and Elfman. The two meatheads were relentlessly chanting for her to “fight me like a man,” leaving her completely unable to escape.

Meanwhile, Chase was sitting comfortably at the bar, casually recounting the sights and experiences of their SS-Class request to Mirajane.

“A Demon King and a Phoenix. I certainly didn’t expect a single request to involve two legendary beasts, let alone an ambush by the Dark Guild Tartaros.” Mirajane rested her cheek against her palm, letting out a soft sigh. “No wonder no one has been able to complete it for so long.”

Just from listening to Chase’s breakdown of the events, she could vividly picture the sheer scale of the disaster. Setting aside the Demon King’s awakening and the Magic Council’s frantic intervention, Tartaros’s involvement alone meant this mission had been dangerously close to escalating into a Ten-Year Quest.

“It was definitely a bit chaotic, but we walked away with some unexpected gains,” Chase said, his tone light. He reached into his coat, pulling out a specific card. He slid it across the polished wood of the bar. “Here. I brought you a gift.”

Mirajane blinked, a genuine blush dusting her cheeks. “For me? Just having you and Lucy return safely is the best gift I could ask for.”

Despite her modest words, knowing that the laid-back duelist had gone out of his way to prepare something specifically for her made her heart flutter. After nearly three years of working together, this was the first time she had ever received a personal gift from him. Beaming, she quickly snatched the card from the counter.

“What is this?”

A golden magic circle expanded from the card’s surface. Light fractured across the bar, and a heavy, milky-white, egg-shaped stone materialized, dropping into Mirajane’s waiting hands.

“A magic egg,” Chase explained, taking a sip of his drink. “Strictly speaking, the entity inside belongs to the demon class. I figured you’d be able to Take Over the power inside, so I brought it back for you.”

“Oh. I see.” Mirajane’s shoulders dropped a fraction of an inch.

She had secretly hoped it would be a souvenir suited for a girl—perhaps a unique piece of jewelry or a rare gemstone.

However, that fleeting disappointment was instantly vaporized, replaced by a cold, serious solemnity. Her fingers tightened around the stone. From deep within the milky-white shell, she could feel a violently evil, suffocating energy pulsing against her palms.

The demonic fluctuation was staggering. It felt exactly like the dark resonance of her Satan Soul: Sitri and Satan Soul: Halphas!

“I’ll try it right now.”

Realizing the sheer magnitude of the gift, Mirajane slowly stood up. She placed the heavy egg onto the counter, pressing both of her fair hands flat against its surface. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath, mobilizing the vast reserves of her magic power to initiate the Take Over.

A dark purple magic circle flared to life beneath the egg.

Instantly, the stone began to violently shake. Thick, inky black gas hissed from its pores, bleeding into the air. A freezing, malevolent aura exploded outward, washing over the entire guildhall in a matter of seconds.

The rowdy chatter died instantly. Every mage in the room froze, their nerves snapping taut as they whipped their heads toward the bar, weapons and magic instinctively flaring to life.

“Damn it—how dare a lowly human attempt to consume me!!!”

A hoarse, ear-piercing roar echoed directly from the egg. The Demon King, previously forced into a state of dormant slumber, violently awakened to the realization that his power and consciousness were being forcibly devoured.

Under the crushing weight of his resistance, Mirajane’s brow furrowed. Beads of cold sweat broke out across her forehead.

Though the Demon King was currently in an extremely weakened state, the core essence of Take Over magic required the user to completely dominate and snatch the demon’s power. To avoid the kind of horrific, mind-shattering rampage that Elfman had suffered when attempting to take over the Beast King, Mirajane had to completely eradicate the Demon King’s spiritual will.

The sheer danger of this internal mental battle far exceeded the physical difficulty of simply punching the beast to death.

Watching her struggle against the overwhelming dark pressure, Chase didn’t hesitate. The ring on his finger flashed. With a flick of his wrist, three spell cards materialized and snapped onto the bar.

Book of Secret Arts!

Mage Power!

Pot of Greed!

“Haaahhhhhh!!!”

Empowered by the sudden, massive influx of multi-layered buff magic, Mirajane’s eyes snapped open. She unleashed an unmatched torrent of magic power.

Black lightning violently arced across the ceiling. A colossal, black-and-purple magic circle bloomed across the floor of the guildhall, shattering the wooden planks. Gale-force winds howled through the enclosed space, whipping Mirajane’s wine-red dress and long white hair into a wild frenzy.

The Demon King roared again, but the arrogant, domineering edge was gone. This time, his voice cracked with raw, audible fear. Under the crushing weight of Mirajane’s enhanced magic, his ancient consciousness was rapidly dissolving into nothingness.

The stalemate broke.

Less than a minute later, the heart-stopping pressure vanished, leaving only the sound of settling dust and the creaking of strained wood.

Natsu, Lucy, and the rest of the guild slowly lowered their arms, peering through the dissipating smoke.

Standing in front of the wrecked bar, dark light flowed like liquid shadows. Mirajane’s long white hair had shifted into twin tails that fluttered in the residual wind. Massive, jagged demonic wings extended from her back, paired with a thick, spiked demonic tail that lashed against the floorboards.

She was clad in heavy, obsidian-black armor that somehow still managed to accentuate her figure. Beneath her signature bangs, half of her beautiful face was now covered in complex black tribal patterns, and her sharp, glowing eyes were inscribed with ancient, glowing runes.

Demon Mirajane. Take Over: Successful.