Fairy Tail: Saint Seiya Magic Unleashed

Chapter 25: May I Know Your Name?

So that staff really is a magical tool…

Moen wasn't surprised when he saw Jellal pick it up.

Magic staves were pretty common among "Holder-Type" mages.

In Eislanden, magic was broadly divided into two categories:

Holder-Type and Ability-Type.

Holder-Type magic, to put it simply,

required the use of magical tools—

a mage had to channel their own magic through an item in order to use it.

No staff, no spell.

"I can use Hypnosis Magic."

"No magical beast can hurt us."

Jellal said this calmly as his staff began to glow softly.

He raised it—and cast his strongest spell.

"Phantom Mistfall!"

A faint, otherworldly shimmer lit the air.

Wendy immediately dropped like a rock—

out cold before she even hit the ground properly.

Ah, the perks of being a kid: sleep comes fast.

Moen felt his eyelids get heavy too.

His mind dulled, his muscles relaxed,

his thoughts slowed into a warm fog.

It wasn't even like being attacked.

He just…

wanted to sleep.

"Buzz…!"

In the vast sky of stars,

the constellation of Pegasus began to stir.

Suddenly, Moen's eyes snapped open,

magic surging wildly through his body.

Like stardust descending from the heavens,

light wrapped around him,

cleansing his mind and ripping through the haze of the hypnosis spell.

"Incredible…"

Jellal took a step back, astonished.

He had never seen someone shrug off Phantom Mistfall before.

That spell didn't miss.

It didn't fail.

If he cast it, you fell asleep. That was just how it worked.

It was the only reason he dared travel through this world on his own.

"You…! Are you crazy? Who casts magic on people without warning?!"

Moen snapped, still panting slightly,

glaring at Jellal.

The lingering fog in his mind made him shudder.

That helplessness—the loss of control over his own thoughts and body—

was terrifying.

Thank the stars his willpower was strong.

He'd sensed the danger just in time,

and forced his own magic to break free from the spell's grip.

"I-I'm sorry!"

"I didn't mean any harm—I just wanted to show you I can use magic…"

Jellal quickly dispelled the remaining magic and bowed his head in apology.

His "Phantom Mistfall" wasn't harmful—it was more like an extremely cozy nap spell.

That was exactly why he thought it'd be fine to demonstrate.

Moen shook his head hard, trying to fully shake off the last of the spell.

He'd felt the Pegasus constellation again—just for a second.

It helped him break free.

But it still felt mysterious…

He couldn't quite grasp what had happened.

"That staff… is it some kind of special magic tool?"

Moen narrowed his eyes at Jellal,

suddenly more curious than annoyed.

There was something strange about this guy.

As he'd suspected earlier,

Jellal didn't have a trace of magic power in him.

Yet he had just cast a powerful spell—

which meant that all of it came from the staff.

This wasn't like Holder-Type magic at all.

Even those mages had magic inside them—

they used tools, sure, but those tools still required personal magic to activate.

But Jellal?

He was using magic with no magic at all.

Strictly speaking, what Jellal used couldn't really be called Holder-Type Magic—

because he hadn't used even the slightest bit of his own magical energy.

"Mm. There's a magic crystal embedded in the staff."

Jellal admitted this without hesitation.

He truly had no magic power of his own—

everything came from the staff in his hands.

"That's… rare."

Moen's eyes narrowed in surprise.

Magic items embedded with mana crystals weren't unheard of,

but ones with that kind of firepower?

Now that was unusual.

In most cases, crystal-embedded magic tools were used for civilian applications:

like magical projectors, streetlamps, heaters…

But when it came to combat tools?

Hardly anyone embedded mana crystals in those.

Why would they?

Most mages had their own mana,

and it was far more efficient to power their weapons directly.

Not to mention—

mana crystals couldn't store much energy to begin with.

Trying to cram too much into them was dangerous.

There was even a notorious item called the Exploding Mana Crystal—

a single-use bomb that exploded from over-saturation.

Combat spells drained mana fast,

which meant any item powered by crystals had to be recharged often.

A pain in the neck.

And worst of all?

Mana crystals were expensive.

Very expensive.

This kind of gear…

was definitely a rare sight in Eislanden.

"If your gear really is that reliable,"

"I suppose you might actually make it out. Is the mana in that crystal still full?"

After seeing the effect of "Phantom Mistfall,"

Moen had no further objections to letting them go alone—

as long as Jellal's staff still had juice.

"Plenty."

Jellal answered with full confidence.

"Alright. Hand me your map. I'll draw a safe route for you."

Moen held out his hand, expecting to be passed a scroll.

"…M-Map? I don't have one."

Jellal's expression turned awkward.

He was new to this world, after all—where would he get a map?

"You came all the way in here without a map? What, you think guts are a substitute for brains?"

Moen groaned, rolling his eyes.

He couldn't help but suspect that Jellal was some pampered noble's kid.

That kind of magic tool? Definitely high-end.

No way a regular person could afford it.

And this guy's refined manners, neat speech,

it all screamed high-class upbringing.

With a sigh, Moen pulled out his own spare map,

knelt down, and started sketching a route in the margins.

He knew this area well—this particular path was relatively safe and navigable.

"Here."

"Next time you go on a journey, try packing something useful."

"With that giant turtle-shell of a backpack, I thought you were loaded with supplies."

Moen tossed the map over,

unable to resist one last jab.

"Thank you… uh…"

Jellal accepted the map gratefully,

but didn't turn to leave right away.

Instead, he hesitated—fidgeting slightly, like he wanted to say something.

"…What is it now?"

Moen slung his pack over his shoulder again,

raising an eyebrow at Jellal's awkward expression.

"…May I know your name?"

Jellal finally asked, looking almost embarrassed.

He clearly wasn't great with people.

Moen had noticed that already—

Jellal always seemed like he was working twice as hard just to hold a conversation.