Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Flame God Dragon IgniaYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Compared to the sprawling, chaotic expanse of the guild’s first floor, the second floor offered a rare sanctuary of quiet. A few polished square tables sat empty in the center, and the mission slips pinned to the S-Class request board were sparse, fluttering faintly in the draft. Makarov strolled straight toward the elegant, compact bar counter. With a light push of his feet, the diminutive Guild Master vaulted nimbly onto a high wooden stool.

Chase followed right behind him, sliding into the adjacent seat. His posture was entirely relaxed, completely devoid of the stiff formalities usually expected between a Guild Master and a subordinate. But then again, rigid hierarchy simply did not exist within Fairy Tail. They were a family first and foremost.

Behind the counter, Mirajane moved with practiced grace. Dressed in her signature wine-red dress, she expertly mixed fresh fruit juices and poured aged spirits, her hands a blur as she prepared drinks suited for both the young mage and the veteran old man. Makarov accepted the heavy glass Mira slid toward him without a word. He took a slow sip, his dark eyes locking onto Chase.

“Chase,” he began, his voice stripped of its usual jovial tone. “What exactly were the characteristics of the dragon you encountered on the Guiltina continent? Is it truly an invincible existence?”

In a world dictated by magic, especially within a powerhouse nation like the Fiore Kingdom, dragons were the ultimate apex predators. According to the ancient texts, they were apocalyptic calamities capable of reducing entire cities to ash with a single breath, possessing a destructive threshold far beyond the limits of human comprehension. It was the very reason Natsu’s Dragon Slayer Magic was so revered and feared.

“That beast…” Chase trailed off, his fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic of his coffee mug. “It was entirely crimson. Colossal in scale. Its fangs and claws looked like they could rend space itself, and its scales were harder than enchanted steel. Just standing near it, you could feel its tendons bulging with a violent, suffocating magic power.”

He took a slow sip of his coffee, letting the bitter liquid ground him, before letting out a heavy, exhausted sigh. “It is hard to say if humanity as a whole could ever defeat it. But I can tell you one thing for absolute certain. Even if you tied ten of me together, we wouldn’t even qualify as a warm-up for that monster.”

If it had been a standard dragon, Chase might have been able to put up a decent fight by relying on the reality-bending cheat that was his Duelist’s Soul magic. But his opponent had been one of the legendary Five Dragon Gods, a calamity rumored to rival the Black Dragon, Acnologia. Granted, comparing power levels was a bit like claiming to be the strongest warrior only after the reigning champion had died—Chase had never actually fought Acnologia, either. But even if the Five Dragon Gods fell slightly short of Acnologia’s apocalyptic shadow, their raw power was leagues above any ordinary dragon. It was the kind of strength that bred absolute despair.

“Truly?” Mira gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Her beautiful blue eyes widened in sheer disbelief. “Even ten of you couldn’t defeat it?”

She knew exactly how terrifying Chase was in combat. Even among the elite roster of Fairy Tail’s S-Class Mages, he stood at the absolute pinnacle. Erza herself had openly admitted that in a no-holds-barred deathmatch, she would not be able to overcome him. By the Magic Council’s strict metrics, Chase possessed enough raw magical capacity and combat prowess to easily earn a seat among the Ten Wizard Saints, right alongside the Guild Master.

For someone of his overwhelming caliber to admit that ten of him stood zero chance of victory… it painted a horrifying picture of just how perilous his expedition had been. Watching him sit there without a single missing limb, Mira felt a cold sweat prickle at the back of her neck. She let out a quiet breath of relief, deeply grateful he had made it home.

“Honestly, Mira? That was a rather conservative analogy,” Chase replied, catching the lingering dread in her eyes. He set his mug down on the wooden counter and offered a dry, self-deprecating chuckle. “But then again, that thing was no ordinary dragon.”

The air around the bar seemed to drop ten degrees.

“During our brief encounter, it introduced itself as… Ignia, the Fire God Dragon.”

Fire God Dragon? Ignia?!

The eerie familiarity of the name struck Makarov and Mira like a physical blow, draining the color from both their faces. Makarov inhaled sharply, his weathered hands gripping the edge of the bar to steady his racing heart.

“Does this creature have some connection to Igneel?” the old man asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous gravelly whisper. “The Fire Dragon King who raised Natsu?”

“According to the beast itself, Igneel is its biological father,” Chase explained, his tone remarkably flat for the bombshell he was dropping. “Which technically makes it Natsu’s half-brother from another mother.”

Naturally, this was privileged lore he only possessed because of his unique status as a transmigrator. The actual reality of his encounter on Guiltina had been far less conversational. He had accidentally stumbled directly into Ignia’s self-imposed sealing grounds. Paranoid about his magical signature drawing Acnologia’s attention, the Fire God Dragon hadn’t bothered with introductions or villainous monologues. After barely a few seconds of one-sided slaughter, Ignia had unleashed an unreasonable, devastating roar that instantly vaporized Chase and his summoned card monsters into absolute dust.

If Chase hadn’t been acutely aware of the dragon’s terrifying lore beforehand, he would have stayed dead. Only his extreme paranoia had saved him. At the very last millisecond, he had activated the spell card Monster Reborn, allowing him to resurrect on the spot the moment the dragon turned its back. There had been zero communication. The arrogant deity hadn’t spoken a single syllable to a creature it viewed as an insect.

“Natsu’s half-brother from another mother…” Mira tilted her head, her silver hair spilling over her shoulder as she processed the bizarre family tree. “That is certainly… a unique way to describe a dragon.”and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

The moment she associated the apocalyptic monster with their resident knucklehead, her instinctive terror of the Fire God Dragon evaporated. A sudden, very human urge to dig for juicy family gossip bubbled up in her chest.

Catching the dangerous shift in her mood, Chase leaned forward, his expression hardening into dead seriousness. “Mira, listen to me. That monster is cold-blooded, utterly brutal, and views human beings as nothing more than ants waiting to be crushed. It is an unimaginably dangerous entity. It shares absolutely zero resemblance to Natsu.”

“Oh! Right, sorry, sorry,” Mira stammered, realizing the gravity of her mistake and waving her hands in quick apology.

Makarov lowered his gaze, staring at the faint ripples trembling across the surface of his drink. “You may speak of the dragon in passing, but under no circumstances can you let Natsu catch wind of this information regarding Ignia.”

The Guild Master had watched the pink-haired menace grow up. He knew the boy’s reckless, single-minded nature better than anyone. If Natsu heard even a passing whisper that Igneel had a biological son across the ocean, the idiot would try to swim to the Guiltina continent by tomorrow morning.

Understanding the catastrophic stakes, both Chase and Mira nodded in solemn agreement.

“Chase, do not go running off on any wild errands for the time being,” Makarov ordered softly. “Stay here at the guild. Rest and recuperate your magic.”

Though the young mage had maintained a relaxed, breezy facade since walking through the doors, Makarov’s sharp, veteran eyes had easily spotted the deep exhaustion lingering in the boy’s posture. The old father of the Fairy Tail family felt a deep, heavy ache in his chest for his child.

“I appreciate that, Master, but what about the fallout from the failed Decade Quest?” Chase asked, rubbing the back of his neck hesitantly.

“But nothing!” Makarov slammed his palm against the bar top, the loud smack echoing across the empty second floor. “It is just a matter of going through the bureaucratic motions and feeding the Council a few polite excuses. Have I not cleaned up enough of your catastrophic messes over the years?!”

Hearing the familiar reprimand, the heavy tension vanished from Chase’s handsome face. He broke into a brilliant, cheeky smile, laughing sheepishly. “Heh. Well, in that case, I will leave the boring paperwork entirely in your capable hands, Master!”

Makarov’s thick white eyebrow twitched violently. Looking at that blindingly innocent smile, the old man suddenly felt a terrible premonition gnawing at his gut. But since he had already offered to take the fall, he swallowed his complaints and simply waved his hand dismissively, shooing the boy away.

The moment Chase and Mira descended the stairs and stepped back onto the first floor, the deafening, chaotic roar of the guild hall instantly flatlined into dead silence. Every single pair of eyes locked onto Chase, their pupils practically vibrating with pent-up curiosity.

Well, almost everyone.

Over in the far corner of the hall, Lucy Heartfilia sat slumped over a table, a dark aura of utter depression hanging over her head as she mindlessly traced circles into the wood with her index finger.

Unable to suppress her burning journalistic curiosity, she had finally caved and paid a hefty sum of Jewel to Happy in exchange for exclusive gossip. The grand revelation she received for her hard-earned rent money? Chase and Mira were not a secret couple. The two S-Class mages had never even gone on a single mission together. There was absolutely zero romantic scandal to investigate.

It was a devastating blow to her romantic imagination.

She glared sideways at Happy, watching the annoying blue cat smugly rub his furry cheeks against the stack of bills that rightfully belonged in her landlord’s pocket. The regret clawing at her soul was immeasurable.

‘Lucy,’she wailed internally, burying her face in her arms.’You are a colossal idiot!’You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.