Fairy Tail: Saint Seiya Magic Unleashed

Chapter 29: Let Me Help You!

"I can invite you to visit our guild in person."

Moen proposed the idea directly.

After all, proving his words through argument alone was the hardest way forward. No matter how eloquently he praised Fairy Tail, it wouldn't compare to having Robynlu experience it for himself—the warmth, the camaraderie, the sense of family.

Moen believed deeply that the atmosphere of Fairy Tail could move anyone. Because in his heart, Fairy Tail was the best guild in the world.

"Sorry, I can't leave this place."

Robynlu shook his head, rejecting the offer.

Moen stared at him, speechless.

This old man really wasn't making things easy—this wasn't okay, that wasn't okay... That left only one path forward: find Jellal.

"Or… should I just expose him? Tell Wendy that all these 'villagers' are just magical projections—thought constructs?"

The idea flashed through Moen's mind.

But in the end, he didn't act on it.

Because Robynlu's refusal to let Wendy leave wasn't out of malice—it was out of respect for Jellal's trust. Even if he exposed the truth, the old man probably wouldn't change his stance.

"When did Jellal leave? Which direction did he go?"

Moen didn't hesitate anymore. He asked directly.

After all, this was the only way forward—track Jellal down, get both him and Wendy to join the guild, and complete the mission with full rewards.

"Not long ago, maybe three or four hours. He went south. If you hurry, you might catch up."

Robynlu raised his hand and pointed in the direction Jellal had gone.

South, huh… toward Crocus?

Moen nodded to himself, putting the pieces together.

The direction Robynlu had pointed in was unmistakably toward the city of Crocus.

But this rundown village wasn't exactly close to Crocus.

On foot, even Moen would take more than three or four hours to cover a third of the distance. And that was assuming his own pace—which was anything but average.

When it came to physical endurance, Moen was confident no one could match him. That Jellal guy didn't stand a chance.

Moen had honed this steel body of his through relentless sweat and discipline. Even during his days in the Warth Forest, he never slacked on his daily training.

"When the sweat's on you during training, it'll be on your enemies afterward."

This was Moen's creed.

Before he left, he knelt down in front of Wendy again.

Gently patting her head, he spoke warmly:

"Wendy, wait for me here. I'll bring Jellal back—and then I'll take both of you to Fairy Tail. There's a kid at the guild named Natsu. He's like you—also a dragon's child. He's searching for a missing dragon too. I think you two will have a lot to talk about."

He finally decided to play his trump card: the Fire Dragon Natsu.

There was no point in holding it back now. If he could give Wendy one more reason to come with him, then he would.

"Really?!"

Wendy's eyes lit up the moment she heard those words.

And Moen knew exactly why.

This card was his "ace in the hole" for a reason.

"Of course it's true. Be patient, and wait for me."

Moen smiled softly and gave her head a light pat. Then, without lingering, he rose to his feet and turned to leave.

"Big brother! I'll wait for you to come back!"

Wendy cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted with all her strength as she watched Moen's figure disappear into the distance.

Moen didn't turn back. He simply raised his hand and waved—a silent promise, carried on the wind.

"…"

Robynlu watched Moen disappear into the distance and couldn't help but shake his head.

"I was just trying to help… Why does it feel like I've become the villain?"

The old man felt a quiet sting of injustice in his heart, but that grievance would have to wait. On the other side, Moen's search for Jellal was going far smoother than expected.

After leaving the ruined village, he very quickly caught onto Jellal's trail.

Though to be fair—it was hard not to notice it.

In the distance, the sky had turned ominous. A powerful magical disturbance blanketed a vast region. Clouds had gathered so densely that they hung like an oppressive curtain, darkening the sky like an impending apocalypse.

From Moen's vantage point, the heavens looked like they'd been torn open, a gaping void threatening to devour everything in existence.

Even from afar, the sheer magical pressure was suffocating—disturbing in a way that screamed danger. This was clearly no ordinary spell.

What tied all of this to Jellal was the familiar magic signature.

Not Jellal's own—but the magic of his staff.

"He's casting a spell… to fight back against that anomaly in the sky!"

Without hesitation, Moen sprinted toward the epicenter of the magical surge. His mind raced. The deeper he got into it, the more he realized—Jellal's staff was far more powerful than he'd initially thought.

The magic it was pouring out wasn't something you'd expect from a regular magical tool. The amount of energy being unleashed was staggering.

The complex arrays etched into the ground extended outward in glowing glyphs, while a smaller sigil hovered at the staff's tip, streaming power upward like a laser into the massive tear in the sky.

"That kind of magic storage… shouldn't be possible with ordinary crystals. It should be too unstable to even function."

"This… is really strange."

Moen murmured to himself as he pushed through dense undergrowth, leaping over roots and cutting through brush. He burst through the last of the forest and finally arrived at the source.

There, standing at the edge of a cliff, was Jellal.

His figure wasn't large or imposing, but in that moment, he looked like a pillar holding back the end of the world.

With his staff raised high, magical circuits stretched from his feet into the stone below, glowing like veins of pure energy.

Atop his staff, the spell formation pulsed violently, pouring light into the sky's gaping void.

"What kind of magic… is this?"

"I've never seen anything like it."

Moen's expression turned grim.

Now that he was under the influence of the anomaly, the oppressive sensation weighed even heavier on him. His own magic churned wildly in his core, instinctively resisting the influence of whatever was overhead.

It was dangerous.

He could feel it in his bones.

Jellal noticed Moen's approach.

"Moen?! What are you doing here?! This place is dangerous—get out of here, now!"

Jellal gritted his teeth, still holding his staff high as he struggled to maintain the spell. His face was taut with strain, his voice harsh with urgency.

"Enough! Tell me how I can help."

Moen's reply was swift and sharp.

He didn't even acknowledge the warning.

This wasn't something he could just walk away from—not with a friend in danger. And judging from the scene in front of him, leaving Jellal to deal with this alone simply wasn't an option.

"Moen! This spell is extremely dangerous. If it fails, it could kill you!"

"This is my problem—I don't want to drag anyone else down with me!"

Jellal was desperate. His voice cracked with frustration, both from the strain and from Moen's refusal to back off.

But just as Moen was about to retort—

A third voice interrupted them both.

"Your problem? Don't be ridiculous."

The sudden voice came from behind Moen. It was so unexpected that he whirled around in alarm.

"Gramps?! What are you doing here?!"

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The small, white-haired old man with the grave expression and towering presence was none other than Makarov—his grandfather and Guild Master of Fairy Tail.