Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

The arrival of the Sea King Dragon, Lasteigeeney, caused an uproar at the port. Fishermen, sailors, and townsfolk all fled in panic toward the seawall.

“Wait, what’s that?”

“Nate-san climbed onto the dragon!”

“He’s… flying away on it!”

“And who’s that blonde girl?”

Nate’s fame was widely known; anyone with a magic ring could recognize him. As the fleeing crowd noticed Nate holding Mavis while standing atop the dragon’s head, they came to a halt. Nate gently set Mavis down and addressed the people below:

“No need to panic. This is my mount… one of them.”

Riding a dragon as a mount—this was the Magic Net’s creator and one of Ishgar’s Ten Wizard Saints, after all. The townsfolk were awestruck and left speechless by the sight. In this age, dragons were nothing but myths, and using one as a steed was utterly unimaginable.

After calming the crowd with a few words, Nate pointed toward the sea and ordered,

“Lasteigeeney, head straight ahead at ten o’clock.”

“As you command, Master.”

The Sea King Dragon flapped its enormous wings, sending powerful gusts of wind through the port. The gales rocked the docked ships, causing them to sway, while the townsfolk shielded themselves against the blast. When they looked up again, the dragon had already shrunk to a small black dot on the horizon, quickly vanishing over the ocean.

The ship’s captain who had spoken to Nate earlier muttered to himself,

“So… going to become an emperor wasn’t a joke after all?”

…

Over the Ocean

The Sea King Dragon soared like a tempest, skimming over the waves and creating massive wakes in its path.

“Wow! So fast!” Mavis exclaimed, holding down her skirt and beaming with amazement.

Nate, however, didn’t think much of the speed—it was nowhere near as fast as he could fly by himself. But this was about making an impression; going to claim an empire wasn’t a race—it was about style!

Mavis sat down, swinging her little feet excitedly.

“Faster, faster! Let’s go even faster!”

“Be careful not to fall off,” Nate cautioned.

The wind sent Mavis’s long hair streaming behind her in wild waves. With a thought, Nate extended his magic outward, forming a barrier that blocked the gale entirely.

“At this speed, we should reach the Western Continent in a few hours,” he estimated.

Mavis smiled brightly. “But, Fourth Master, do you think it will go smoothly?” She wondered if the empire would really accept a change in leadership with just a magic letter from Zeref.

Nate sat down beside her, chuckling.@@novelbin@@

“Who knows? The Alvarez Empire has 12 incredibly powerful mages called the Spriggan 12.”

He paused, recalling something. God Serena hadn’t yet betrayed Ishgar to join the Alvarez Empire.

“So, are they the Spriggan 12 or just 11 right now?”

Shaking his head, Nate dismissed the thought—it didn’t really matter.

They continued chatting idly as the hours passed without notice.

…

Evening

By the time they had left Hargeon, it was midday. Now, just two hours later, the sky had already grown dark. This was because they were flying westward against the sun, crossing multiple time zones as the planet rotated.

Suddenly, Mavis pointed to the ocean ahead.

“Look, Fourth Master, there’s an island over there!”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Nate agreed, glancing at the isolated landmass. Its shape struck him as peculiar.

“It… kind of looks like poop.”

Mavis couldn’t help but giggle. “Why such an awful comparison?”

“Well, it does look like it,” Nate teased. “How about calling it an ice cream swirl instead?”

“Let’s go check it out! It looks lively!” Mavis said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Since there was no rush to reach the Alvarez Empire, Nate readily agreed. He dismissed the Sea King Dragon—sending it back to its parallel world—and scooped Mavis into his arms before flying toward the island.

They soon discovered it was called Caracole—both the island and its main town shared the same name. Unlike the flower-themed cities of the Fiore Kingdom, this was clearly not part of Fiore’s territory. Caracole Town was a tourist hotspot, vibrant and bustling even at night. Crowds gathered in open-air bars, singing and dancing, and the locals were exceptionally welcoming. Mistaking Nate and Mavis for tourists, people kept approaching them with suggestions of things to see and do.

Not one to pass up fun, Nate decided to explore Caracole Town with Mavis, trying out its various attractions. After a while, they settled at an open-air bar to sample the local cuisine.

“Here you go! This is your order, our local specialty: Red Lobster Seafood Omelette Rice,” the server announced, placing two large plates before them.

Each plate featured an enormous red lobster, its shell split open to reveal fragrant omelette rice stuffed with lobster meat. Mavis leaned in, her nose twitching at the aroma and her eyes shining.

“It smells so good! It looks delicious, too!” she exclaimed.

She took a spoonful and tasted it, then cradled her cheeks with delight.

“It’s so tasty, Fourth Master! You’ve got to try it!”

Nate sampled it as well. The rich egg fragrance mingled perfectly with the lobster’s fresh, succulent flavor, and the pearly-white rice was soft and slightly sweet.

“This lobster meat is amazing!” Nate complimented. The tender chunks practically melted in his mouth, reminiscent of soup. Though he was accustomed to Mirajane’s superb cooking, Nate had to admit the chef here was impressive. Of course, the price matched the quality: the meal cost over 20,000 J, about the same as a pair of “Gale Force” brand glasses.

Afterward, they checked into a local inn. To “save money,” Nate only booked a single room, meaning he and Mavis would have to share. The First Master seemed to realize the implication, and her cheeks reddened in a flash.

…

The Next Morning

When Nate woke up, Mavis was still nestled in his arms, her sleeping face tranquil. She truly was petite, and her small frame had its perks—there were, in Nate’s words, “new ways to carry” her. Not wanting to disturb her, he rose quietly, washed up, and made himself a cup of coffee. Standing on the hotel’s balcony, he sipped his drink while taking in the view of the bustling tourist town below.

Caracole Town was already lively, even at this early hour. A crowd had gathered along a distant street, and fully armed soldiers were stationed nearby.

“Soldiers?” Nate murmured. He noticed they were wearing pitch-black plate armor, clearly an elite unit. Each breastplate bore the distinct crest of the Alvarez Empire.

“Ah, so they’re my troops,” Nate remarked, casually sipping his coffee. “What’s going on here?”

At the forefront stood a young woman with long, lime-green hair and straight bangs. She wore a blue-purple cross in her hair, white cross-shaped earrings, and a yellow chain necklace adorning her neck like a choker. Her outfit featured a unique collar and sleeves decorated with blue-purple feathers and octagonal patterns. The emblem of the Alvarez Empire was engraved on her outer right thigh.

Nate recognized her immediately: Brandish μ, one of the Spriggan 12 of the Alvarez Empire. Thanks to his Six Eyes, Nate could clearly sense the vast reserves of magic power contained within her.