Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

“Is Nate going to be okay?”

Inside the Fairy Tail guild’s tavern, Mavis stood beside the enormous black sphere, her voice tinged with concern.

“Don’t worry, First Master.” Makarov sounded confident.

After all, wasn’t it Nate who had sealed the Black Dragon during its surprise night attack?

No matter how powerful Precht was, he couldn’t possibly surpass the Black Dragon!

Mavis shook her head but didn’t voice her thoughts. She wasn’t worried about Nate’s strength but rather feared he might hold back out of respect for Precht’s position as the Second Master.

At that moment, a silver-haired young man stormed into the tavern.

“Hades-sama?!”

Rustyrose froze at the sight of the black sphere and Makarov standing before it.

“What’s going on? Hades-sama’s magic power has vanished!” he exclaimed, clearly agitated.

“You’re Rustyrose, aren’t you?” Makarov recognized him instantly.

Ever since learning that Precht had taken on the name Hades and founded Grimoire Heart, Makarov had secretly investigated its members. Rustyrose, eccentric and poetic, with an affinity for roses, wielded the Lost Magic Arc of Embodiment.

Makarov processed this information swiftly and addressed Rustyrose in a low voice: “Your guild master is inside that sphere. Surrender and leave now, and I’ll pretend this night never happened. Otherwise, I’ll be your opponent!”

With those words, Makarov clasped his hands together, golden energy swirling between them.

Fairy Law!

Rustyrose’s expression shifted drastically as he adjusted his glasses. “Wizard Saint Makarov, ranked fifth among the Ten Wizard Saints. Do you really think I’ll just stand here and let you unleash a super magic attack?”

“Jet Dark Sword!”

Suddenly, he lunged forward, his right arm transforming into a massive, jet-black steel claw. To Makarov’s surprise, Rustyrose aimed it not at him, but at the black sphere itself.

Clang!

The claw was repelled instantly.

“What?!” Rustyrose was taken aback.

Then, cracking sounds echoed as fractures spread across the sphere’s surface. The cracks expanded rapidly until the sphere shattered into fine dust.

Now it was Makarov’s turn to be stunned. It broke?

“No,” Mavis said calmly, her wisdom shining through. “It wasn’t broken—it dissolved because the battle inside has ended.”

As the black sphere dissipated, Nate and Hades reappeared in the tavern, standing several meters apart, tension thick in the air.

“Hades-sama!” Rustyrose called out, his voice tinged with desperation.

“Hahaha, impressive, Fourth Master. I admit defeat.”

Hades’s face bore a kind, grandfatherly smile—completely at odds with the monstrous presence he had displayed earlier with his “Demon’s Eye.” Adjusting his long white beard, Hades bowed slightly toward Mavis and Makarov.

“My apologies, Mavis, Makarov, for disturbing you so late at night. Though the Fairy Heart was my creation, it is no longer mine to claim. With the years I’ve spent pursuing the roots of magic, I’ve committed far too many mistakes.”

With a deep sigh, Hades removed his helmet, looking every bit like a weary old man, and turned to leave.

“Hades-sama?” Rustyrose called out in disbelief.

“Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?”

Hades smiled faintly. “To where I belong—prison. It’s time I faced judgment for my past mistakes.”

He raised his right hand, conjuring his staff, and strode out of the tavern. Under the watchful eyes of those present, he disappeared into the night. Rustyrose stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded.

What in the world just happened?

Unable to make sense of it, he hurriedly followed after Hades.

Inside the tavern, Makarov stared blankly at the doorway, unable to speak for a long moment.

“Nate, what did you do to him?”

“Nirvana, the Reverse Magic?” Mavis asked, her bright eyes quickly deducing the truth.

“As expected of the First Master, you guessed it immediately.”

Nate yawned, shaking his head. “The situation’s resolved now. I’m heading home to sleep. Goodnight, First Master, Guild Master.”

With that, he vanished in a flash of golden light.

Makarov, finally regaining his composure, muttered to himself: “Reverse Magic: Nirvana?” Wasn’t that the same magic the Oración Seis had sought all those years ago? It had even led to the formation of the Allied Forces to stop them. So, Nate had mastered Nirvana back then?

Makarov knew only the name and its basic effects: it could turn evil into good and good into evil. Had Hades truly been transformed into a kindhearted old man?

“And now he wants to turn himself in?” Makarov’s expression grew increasingly complicated. One of the three leaders of the Balam Alliance, the fearsome guild master of Grimoire Heart, voluntarily walking into a Magic Council prison? The Council’s reaction would surely be priceless.

But while Makarov remained perplexed, Mavis’s expression was one of worry.@@novelbin@@

…

In a 70,000 Jewel per month apartment, Nate stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection. Faint traces of darkness swirled in his eyes.

“The side effects of Nirvana…” He rubbed his chin, thinking to himself: If I blacken because of this, things would get really interesting.

He didn’t even want to imagine what could happen. Destroy the world? No, it wouldn’t go that far.

During the operation to take down Oración Seis, Nate had personally seen Nirvana’s magic core. That was when he had nearly mastered the magic. But he’d never used it, mainly because of the side effects. Nirvana could turn evil people into good ones and vice versa, but the darkness would backlash against the caster. The Nirvits people had been wiped out because of this. Still, reversing just one person wasn’t much of a burden for Nate.

“Sleep.”

He whispered, changing into his sleepwear with a thought before lying down in bed.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he suddenly opened his eyes. He sensed magic fluctuations near his bed, and a moment later, Mavis appeared through teleportation.

“First Master?”

“Are you okay?” Mavis asked with concern. “From what I know, Nirvana’s side effects…”

Nate smiled. “I’m fine, just a little side effect.” It was like Fairy Law—casting it on one person wouldn’t consume much life force. Seeing he wasn’t joking, Mavis relaxed.

“Fourth Master, scoot over a bit~.” Mavis lifted the blanket and slipped into the warm bed.

Nate found himself pressed against the wall. “Wait, what? Why are you climbing into my bed?!”

“Haa~” Mavis yawned lazily, covering her mouth before blinking her big eyes and saying, “The guild’s empty, and sleeping there is too lonely. Definitely not because I’m scared of ghosts!”

You’re totally scared of ghosts! Nate thought to himself. But hold on, hadn’t she always slept on the guild’s second floor before?

Could it be that as a ghost, she hadn’t been scared, but now that she was revived, she suddenly was?

Suspicious, Nate scrutinized her. Maybe after Hades’s visit, the little First Master had lost her sense of security and wanted to stay close to him.

“Fine, sleep if you want, but take off your clothes.”

“Absolutely not…” Mavis blushed furiously, clutching her collar tightly.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Nate teased. “I’ve already seen everything.”

She had been fine until that reminder. As soon as he mentioned last night’s King’s Game, Mavis’s ears turned bright red, and it looked like steam might rise from her head.

“Sh-shut up, idiot! I didn’t expect you to be such a massive pervert!”

“I just looked, I didn’t touch.”

“Wanting to see a girl’s body is already super perverted!”

“You’re overthinking it, First Master. With your loli body, I honestly—”

“Argh! Idiot, fine, I’ll take them off!”

Mavis, utterly flustered, rammed her head into Nate in frustration. Then, under the blanket, the rustling began.