Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Joining Fairy Tail

Makarov’s announcement dropped like a boulder into a quiet lake, instantly whipping the guild hall into a frenzy of heated chatter.

Lucy tapped her chin, sifting through her memories. “Lamia Scale? I remember hearing about them back when we were on Galuna Island. Isn’t that the guild Lyon and the others were planning to join?”

Since Ur’s resurrection had completely unraveled Lyon’s dark obsession, he had parted ways with Gray on good terms, mentioning his intent to formally join the guild Yuka and Sherry already called home.

A sudden, violent shiver wracked Erza’s frame. She crossed her arms in a tight, defensive posture, a deeply uncharacteristic shadow of dread washing over her features. “Blue Pegasus… I do not know why, but merely hearing that name makes my skin crawl.”

Mira tilted her head, wiping down a nearby table. “Master Bob does have some rather eccentric habits, but he is still a reasonable man. He likely will not participate in the subjugation vanguard himself, right?”

Erza let out a long, heavy exhale. “No, Master Bob is fine. It is a certain overly fragrant, perverted man I am afraid of running into.”

Ichiya, the ace of Blue Pegasus, remained one of the very few forces of nature the great Titania actively feared.

Gray leaned forward, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Wait, old man. Does Sabertooth even have the elites to spare right now?”

Compared to whatever guild his former rival Lyon had joined, Gray was entirely focused on Ur. Sabertooth was a newly established faction, currently clawing its way out of the verge of dissolution into a period of steady growth. Throwing them into a brutal war against the Oracion Seis seemed like a massive overreach.

Makarov’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “You have a sharp eye, Gray. While it breaks convention, the Magic Council specifically mandated that Sabertooth’s Guild Master, Ur, must participate in this operation.”

Recalling Ur’s thoroughly exhausted expression when she was singled out during the regular master’s meeting, Makarov let out a soft chuckle. “Even with Ultear and myself backing her recommendation, Ur is still an outsider. As a candidate for this year’s Ten Wizard Saints assessment, she needs to forge a concrete, obvious achievement to win the Council’s unanimous approval.”

That political pressure was the sole reason Sabertooth, a guild completely absent from the original alliance draft, was now marching to war.

Gray slammed his fists together, a fierce grin splitting his face. “Then count me in! I am signing up for this vanguard right now!”

It had been years since he last fought alongside his master. His blood pumped with the desperate need to show Ur exactly how much he had grown.

In a dim corner just a few paces away, Juvia stood frozen. She bit down hard on her handkerchief, stomping her boots against the floorboards in absolute agony.

‘Ur… the woman who is both a teacher and a mother to Gray-sama. Juvia’s future mother-in-law!’

Tears of deep regret streamed down her face. Just moments before the announcement, she had accepted a long-term escort request from Mira. The paperwork was stamped. It could not be canceled.

“We don’t need any stupid alliance, old man!”

Natsu shoved a handful of high-grade fire coals into his mouth, chewing rapidly as he sprinted to the center of the room. “If we’re dealing with the Oracion Seis, our guild… no, I can take them all down by myself! I’m all we need!”

Erza’s dread instantly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying authority. “Natsu! Were you listening to the Master at all? This is not a simple brawl. We must consider the political fallout and the subsequent impact on the region!”

Natsu picked his ear, his eyes gleaming with sheer mockery. “What’s the matter, Erza? You’re not scared of some dark mages, are you? If you’re gonna chicken out, just say so.”

A heavy silence fell over the hall.

Before Natsu could even blink, Erza’s armored fist descended from the heavens, burying him directly into the floorboards.

Natsu instantly pulled himself into a perfect kneeling position, nursing a smoking, fist-sized lump on his head. His eyes were wide and remarkably obedient.

Taking full advantage of the distraction, Makarov smoothed down his mustache, plastered on his signature sleazy grin, and practically glided over to where Chase and Eclair were standing.

“Oho? A lovely face I have never seen before. Is this beautiful young maiden a friend of yours, Chase? Would you do this old man the absolute honor of joining him for some afternoon tea?”

The moment he had stepped foot into the guild, his radar had locked onto Eclair and her unique shrine maiden attire.

Across the room, Macao and Wakaba dropped their jaws.

“So fast! He isn’t even trying to hide it!”

Eclair froze, her eyes darting around the room. “Ah, well, I…”

Just a minute ago, listening to his serious, commanding speech about the alliance, she had felt a wave of relief. She had thought, ‘This guild is full of lunatics, but at least the Master is a reliable leader.’

Now, her right foot twitched with the overwhelming urge to kick this tiny old man across the room.

Momon puffed out his little chest, spreading his wings as he bravely stepped between Eclair and the creeping guild master.

A chilling shadow suddenly fell over Makarov.

“Master. Please do not scare Eclair and Momon. They are new members who just arrived today.”

Mira stood directly behind him, her sweet smile radiating an aura of pure, concentrated malice. Makarov tucked his head into his shoulders, adopting the exact same obedient posture Natsu was currently holding.

“Is that so? New members…” Makarov blinked, the sleaziness vanishing into genuine surprise. “Wait! How come I didn’t know about this?!”

Chase leaned against the bar, looking entirely unbothered. “We haven’t stamped them yet. We were waiting for you to get back from the meeting to make it official.”

Joining Fairy Tail rarely involved strict background checks or grueling trials. Given Makarov’s philosophy of accepting stray children from all walks of life, it usually only took a single conversation. However, basic respect dictated that the Guild Master perform the final induction. Without that principle, the already chaotic guild would devolve into total anarchy.

Lucy hurried over, quickly outlining the events of the SS-class request, the ambush in the desert, and the true origins of Eclair and Momon.

Makarov crossed his arms, his bushy eyebrows knitting together in a deep, severe frown. “I see. I must say, you brats were entirely too hasty with this decision.”

Lucy flinched, waving her hands defensively. “Wait, Master! Eclair is a genuinely good person, I promise!”

She had never expected Makarov to push back. Her own induction had been incredibly smooth. Why was he suddenly acting like a strict gatekeeper?

Beside her, Chase and Mira simply shared a quiet, knowing smile. They had been in the guild far too long to fall for the old man’s act.

Eclair’s fingers curled into tight fists. The heavy atmosphere made her chest ache. She prepared to take a step back, planning to leave quietly so she would not cause Lucy any more trouble.

Suddenly, Makarov’s severe expression shattered. He threw his hands up in the air, groaning in absolute misery. “What a tragedy! Once you join the guild, you become one of my own kids! And here I thought my twilight years were finally about to experience a second spring!”

Lucy’s jaw dropped. ‘So that is what you were worried about, you old pervert!’

She lifted her leg, fully prepared to deliver the kick Eclair had been holding back.

Makarov laughed, his demeanor shifting instantly from a sleazy old man to the warm, unshakable pillar of Fairy Tail. He looked directly at the nervous pair, his eyes softening. “Well, there is no problem at all. I agree to take you in. Eclair, Momon… hello, and welcome to Fairy Tail.”

His voice carried a heavy, comforting weight. He did not care about Phoenix Maidens, cursed stones, or dangerous destinies. If they walked through those doors and asked for shelter, they were family. And he protected his family against the entire world.

Eclair and Momon stared at him, completely bewildered by the sheer emotional whiplash. “H-Hello…”

Natsu popped up from the floor, grinning from ear to ear. “Ahahaha! Awesome! Now Eclair and Yellow Happy are officially part of the crew!”

Happy raised a paw. “Aye!”

Lucy whirled around, chopping her hand through the air. “His name is Momon! Get it right!”

Eclair stood in the center of the bustling hall. She watched Lucy scream at Natsu. She saw Chase and Mira laughing softly by the bar. She looked at the kind, smiling old man who had just claimed her as his own.

Her breath hitched. A sudden, intense heat gathered behind her eyes.

No one here cared about the Phoenix Stone. No one looked at her with greed, and no one kept their distance out of fear.

For over four hundred years, she had wandered the earth alone, carrying a burden that brought only death and isolation. This was the very first time she had ever felt such overwhelming warmth from a room full of strangers.

A single tear slipped down her cheek.

Agreeing to Lucy’s suggestion to join Fairy Tail was, without a doubt, the greatest decision she had ever made.