Fairy Tail: Saint Seiya Magic Unleashed

Chapter 31: Fight for Our World!

Jellal stood frozen, staring at Makarov, completely dumbfounded.

His mind was a mess, shocked by what he had just heard.

Someone else crossed worlds too… decades ago?

To Jellal, traveling from his original world—Edolas—to this one was no simple task.

Even he had only succeeded thanks to his powerful magic staff and deep understanding of arcane arrays. He had used Anima, an extremely advanced interdimensional spell, to breach the walls between worlds.

Ordinary people in Edolas wouldn't even have the knowledge, much less the means, to pull something like that off.

There was almost no magic left in Edolas.

Most people had never even seen real magic, much less powerful tools like his.

So the idea that someone else had done it, decades ago no less, was… unbelievable.

"Who was it?"

Jellal hadn't even recovered yet, but Moen beat him to the question.

He was curious too.

Was it someone from their guild?

If so, the list of candidates was very short—and in fact, one person instantly came to his mind.

"It's Porlyusica. This isn't really some great secret," Makarov said with a gentle smile.

"I knew it," Moen muttered, eyes narrowing slightly.

Porlyusica. The reclusive old healer who lived on the outskirts of Magnolia.

It made perfect sense.

She was one of the few people with the age, knowledge, and mystical background to match Makarov's story.

And her behavior had always been… strange.

When Moen had first met Jellal, he'd instinctively felt a similarity to Porlyusica.

But in all honesty… she was even more mysterious.

Moen had never been able to figure her out, no matter how he looked.

"So she really is one of us…"

Jellal's voice was faint, but his eyes were wide with awe.

He didn't think Makarov or Moen would lie about something like this.

And that meant only one thing: what they said… was the truth.

"Jellal," Moen broke in, voice firm. "You still haven't explained what that magic was earlier."

The sky-splitting rift, the terrifying power, the sense of doom—it couldn't just be brushed off.

Jellal took a shaky breath.

Now that his secret was out… now that he knew they weren't just allies, but understanding ones…

He made his choice.

"I come from a world called Edolas," he began.

"In that world, magic is nearly extinct. The mana veins have long since dried up."

His face darkened.

His voice grew heavier with each word.

"In desperation, the people of Edolas created a magic… a forbidden spell: Anima. The one you saw earlier."

"It can convert all living beings from this world… into mana crystals—and then transfer them to Edolas."

"That spell doesn't just take magic. It takes life."

There was silence.

Moen's fists clenched.

Makarov's expression was grave.

A spell that sacrificed an entire world to save another.

A spell that Jellal had just stopped… by himself.

"You…" Moen muttered. "You've been fighting this whole time, haven't you?"

Jellal nodded slowly.

"Yes. I've been trying to stop the Anima protocols before they're fully activated."

"But there are others in Edolas… people who will do anything to see their world restored. Even if it means dooming this one."

Makarov was silent for a long time. Then he finally spoke:

"Then let us help you, Jellal. This fight… it's no longer just yours."

Moen and Makarov both fell silent after hearing everything.

Grandfather and grandson exchanged glances—each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

"That's just insane!"

Moen couldn't hold back and swore outright.

Who the hell came up with something this twisted?

Draining another world's life to fuel your own magic?

Turning living beings into mana crystals to be used by Edolas?

"It's basically cannibalism with extra steps!" Moen growled.

The only difference was, instead of blood and gore, they dressed it up with a magic circle.

"It is inexcusable,"

Jellal muttered, shame-faced—as if Moen's words were directed at him personally.

"We can't just ignore this,"

Moen said, frowning deeply.

"Jellal, is there a way for us to reach your world?"

That spell—Anima—was like a sword of Damocles hanging over Earthland.

It could fall anywhere, at any time.

What if it dropped on Magnolia one day, right on top of Fairy Tail?

That was a risk Moen wasn't willing to take.

"You… You want to go there?"

Jellal was stunned, his voice cautious.

Moen blinked, confused by the question.

Then he answered with complete certainty:

"Of course we do! We're going to find the bastards behind that spell and take them out!"

"Just like Grandpa said—Jellal, this isn't just your fight anymore. This is a war between two worlds!"

He clenched his fist.

Now that's what I call a real mission!

Hey, Saint Seiya System, you awake? This is your cue!

Ding! Mission Triggered!

[Mission: Cross-World Expedition!]

Objective:

Edolas has openly challenged Earthland.

To protect our world, our friends, and everything we love, it's time to launch a full-scale counterattack.

Fight back—for our world!

Progress:

Objective 1: Completely destroy the "Anima" interdimensional spell (Incomplete)

Objective 2: Solve Edolas's mana crisis (Incomplete)

Rewards:

Objective 1: Random Saint Seiya Skill

Objective 2: Blood of the Gods

Moen's eyes immediately zeroed in on the second reward.

"Blood of the Gods"… Now that's something good!

If a Cloth (armor) is bathed in divine blood, it gains the potential to evolve into a God Cloth.

Even if it doesn't fully evolve, the blood itself will massively enhance the Cloth's power and durability.

But this task… it's clearly not going to be easy.

The reward's value matched the mission's difficulty.

Fixing Edolas's mana crisis? Yeah… that wasn't going to be a walk in the park.

While Moen was still staring at the mission screen, Makarov stepped forward.

"That's right!"

"Jellal, this isn't yours to shoulder alone. I'll report this to the Magic Council immediately. The whole continent of Ishgar will stand with you!"

His voice was firm—righteous, even.

And it wasn't just empty talk.

As one of the Ten Wizard Saints, Makarov carried serious weight within the Council.

If they ignored the threat, he'd find another way—he could rally the guilds of Fiore himself.

His influence stretched far and wide.

This was the true power of a seasoned master!

Jellal looked at the two of them—righteous, indignant, determined.

His expression turned blank for a moment, his heart stirred.

So this world… I don't have to fight alone after all?

He had never imagined things would turn out like this.

That maybe… he could trust this world too.