Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Battle Plan

Another little kid?!

Looking at the adorable, trembling girl standing before them, the coalition members unconsciously exchanged glances of sheer disbelief. It was hard to fathom that the sole Mage dispatched by Cait Shelter to fight the Oración Seis would look like a stiff breeze could knock her over.

Even Minerva, who wielded the devastating Yakuma Eighteen War Gods Magic, had Guild Master Ur accompanying her! Sending this child alone seemed beyond reckless.

“Um, um… although I’m completely useless in combat, I know a lot of support magic.”

Wendy noticed the heavy, skeptical stares directed her way. Her shoulders shrank inward. “So… so please don’t ostracize me!”

Just getting those words out seemed to drain every ounce of courage from her tiny frame. She immediately dropped her gaze to the floorboards, her eyes darting nervously, absolutely refusing to meet the gaze of the towering Mages surrounding her.

“It’s not just one. There’s also me.”

The soft, rhythmic padding of paws echoed across the floor. A white cat, undeniably of the same magical species as Happy, strutted forward with elegant, measured steps.

“And Wendy! You need to be tougher, or people will easily bully you!” The white cat crossed her front paws over her chest, her posture radiating a fierce, unapproachable strictness.

“Carla? You came too?” The timid Dragon Slayer’s face lit up with a pleasant, albeit shocked, surprise.

“Because I simply couldn’t rest assured leaving you alone,” Carla sighed deeply, dramatically resting a paw against her forehead.

It was just a casual, exasperated gesture, but it struck with the force of a meteor. Across the room, the blue tomcat’s soul was instantly captivated. Two massive, pulsing red hearts practically materialized in Happy’s eyes as he stared at the pristine white Exceed.

“Hey… hey, Lucy. Can you help me give this fish to her?”

Happy tugged frantically at the hem of Lucy’s skirt, pulling a surprisingly fresh sea fish out of the green bundle tied to his back.

Lucy blinked, snapping out of her own stupor regarding Wendy’s age. A wicked, suggestive smirk crept onto her face. “Could it be love at first sight? You have to seize opportunities like this yourself, you know~”

“Oh, I just can’t do it myself! That’s why I’m asking you for help!” Happy kept stealing glances at Carla out of the corner of his eye, his entire body wriggling and squirming like a cat in heat.

Seeing the usually smug mascot reduced to a puddle of nerves, Lucy felt a glorious surge of vindication for all the times he had mocked her. She leaned down, bringing her lips right next to Happy’s ear, and dramatically rolled her tongue. “You liiiiike heeeer~!”

“Don’t imitate me! And you used three times more vibrato than I do!!” Happy’s emotional defenses instantly crumbled, finally tasting the bitter, humiliating fruit of his own trademark teasing.

Carla watched the display with narrowed eyes. She let out a delicate, utterly disgusted scoff.

To her, this blue tomcat was a disgrace. As an Exceed, he had not only forgotten his innate mission to come to Earth-land and eliminate Dragon Slayer Mages, but he had also smoothly blended in with the humans, acting like a common pet. Truly a useless creature!

“Sorry about that. We were just a little surprised, we didn’t mean to look down on you at all.” Erza stepped forward, her armor clinking softly as she crouched down to Wendy’s eye level. She offered a gentle, reassuring smile. “Wendy, please lend us your guidance in the upcoming operation.”

“Hahaha, that’s right. Since you were sent by Cait Shelter, you must be a very capable Mage,” Ur added, her tone warm and encouraging.

Wendy looked between the two formidable women, her large eyes sparkling with sudden admiration. She had clearly read about the famous Titania and the Ice Mage in the Sorcerer Weekly magazines.

Carla uncrossed her arms, her tsundere facade slipping just a fraction. “Her personality is a bit better than I imagined,” she muttered, assessing Erza.

“Hello, Wendy. I’m Minerva, a Mage from Sabertooth.”

Compared to Wendy’s shrinking shyness, the thirteen-year-old Minerva carried herself with the refined, mature elegance of nobility. She stepped forward proactively, extending a polite hand.

It was only then that Wendy realized there was actually another girl her own age in the room. The suffocating tension in her chest instantly dissipated, replaced by a sweet, genuine smile.

“Yes! Please guide me!”

Watching the two young girls clasp hands, the surrounding adults couldn’t help but soften. The heavy, oppressive urgency that had permeated the villa regarding the impending clash with the Oración Seis eased considerably.

Chase stood quietly leaning against a nearby pillar, his arms crossed as he observed the interaction. His mind, however, was running through a completely different set of calculations. He was pondering what it would be like to use his magic to fuse Minerva and Wendy right now.

As an ancient Lost Magic, the combination of Sky Dragon Slayer Magic and the Yakuma Eighteen War Gods Magic would undoubtedly spark a terrifyingly powerful reaction., the psychological clash would be fascinating—although Minerva was only a year older than Wendy, their upbringings had forged completely opposite mindsets and personalities.

After a moment of idle calculation, Chase lowered his hand, dispelling the thought of a sudden ‘sneak attack’ fusion.

The priority right now was dismantling the Oración Seis. Exploring experimental fusions was a project better saved for after the dust settled. Besides, waiting would give Minerva and Wendy enough time to actually form a bond.

“Wendy… that’s such a familiar name. Damn it, where did I hear it?”

Natsu rubbed his chin vigorously, his brow furrowed in deep confusion as he stared at the blue-haired girl. He felt a nagging instinct that he should know her, but the memory completely eluded him.

“Hey, Chase! Help me figure out who she is!” Unable to endure the mental strain of thinking for more than ten seconds, Natsu turned to the S-Class Mage for the answer.

“Hey, hey, how is anyone supposed to help you remember something inside your own head?!” Gray barked, his face twisting into a deadpan expression that perfectly mirrored Lucy’s usual exasperation.

Surprisingly, Natsu had actually asked the right person.

“Although I’m not entirely sure why, that child carries a very similar aura to yours,” Chase replied smoothly, subtly hinting at Wendy’s true nature as a Dragon Slayer.

Upon hearing this, the simple-minded Fire Dragon Slayer immediately marched right up to the terrified Wendy, leaned in close, and sniffed her aggressively.

“No way, her scent is nothing like mine!” Natsu declared loudly.

Wendy shrank back, completely flustered by the sudden invasion of personal space, while Carla instantly stepped in front of her, glaring at Natsu with intense vigilance.

“I see! Determining someone’s identity through their scent? Not bad at all, Fire Dragon Natsu!” Ichiya suddenly struck a pose, giving Natsu a gleaming thumbs-up.

“He got Teacher Ichiya’s approval so quickly?!” the three Blue Pegasus hangers-on gasped in synchronized awe.

Aura and scent are completely different things, okay! Lucy screamed internally. How did Ichiya even approve of that logic?! And why did your titles for him change again?!

Her desire to complain was skyrocketing, bringing with it a mounting sense of dread regarding this entire coalition. It wasn’t that she doubted their individual combat strength, but looking at this chaotic gathering of weirdos, hotheads, and literal children… was this really going to work?

“Now that everyone is present, Mr. Ichiya, please brief us on the specifics of this operation.”

The deep, grounding voice of Jura Neekis finally cut through the noise. The bald Wizard Saint brought the chaotic atmosphere to a screeching halt, steering the topic back to their grim reality. Since the meeting point was Master Bob’s personal villa, it was obvious that Blue Pegasus held the primary intelligence on their enemy.

Hearing Jura’s request, Ichiya’s goofy grin vanished. His face settled into a mask of solemn, heavy seriousness.

With a dramatic leap, he landed atop a small, elevated platform that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. Flashy, magical spotlights instantly snapped on, illuminating him from above. Ichiya raised a dramatic arm, cleared his throat with deep resonance, and… froze.

He remained completely silent for several agonizing seconds.

Just as the tension peaked and he had successfully captured every single person’s undivided attention, his serious expression suddenly warped into a look of extreme, constipated panic. He clamped his legs tightly together.

“No, I’m so sorry, I urgently need to use the restroom! Let my lovely disciples explain the situation to you first~!”

With a flamboyant twirl, Ichiya leaped off the platform. As he scurried frantically toward the bathroom, he didn’t forget to whip out his signature perfume, spraying himself incessantly as he ran.

The entire coalition stood frozen in the lingering mist, utterly speechless, the corners of their mouths twitching in unison.