Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

Nate held a brief meeting with the three Wizard Saints, making three key decisions:

1. Move all surviving council members, including former ones, to Fairy Tail for protection.

2. Gather the Ten Wizard Saints to launch an S-Class extermination mission against Tartaros.

3. Establish the temporary "Saint Council" to take over the Magic Council's functions, since it was now incapacitated.

“The real issue is, where is Tartaros’ base?” Jura asked, clearly frustrated.

The three turned to Nate, who shrugged and said, “I have no idea. Let me try getting it out of Kyôka.”

…

Returning to the prison, Nate found Kyôka still as defiant as ever.

“Your interrogation methods are so soft—they don’t hurt at all!” she scoffed.

Nate pulled up a chair and sat down leisurely.

“Where is Tartaros’ base?” he asked directly.@@novelbin@@

“You think I’ll just tell you?” she sneered.

Nate smirked. “You probably don’t even know, do you? By the way, did you know Magic Net rings can forcibly drain curse energy even without the wearer’s consent?”

With a snap of his fingers, Kyôka’s expression changed. She immediately felt her curse energy being slowly drained into the ring. She tried to resist, but it was futile.

“You demons are natural curse-energy generators,” Nate said with a devilish grin. “I’m thinking of capturing all of you for a steady supply of curse energy every day.”

Kyôka’s heart sank as she struggled against her bonds.

“For mages, losing magic can cause conditions like magic deficiency syndrome, which can be fatal in severe cases. What happens when demons lose all their curse energy?” Nate asked.

“Nothing,” Kyôka replied flatly. “You won’t get any information out of me.”

Nate waited patiently as Kyôka’s curse energy, equivalent to eight stars, was slowly drained. After half an hour, her energy was completely depleted. Her body weakened significantly, and in the blink of an eye, she reverted to her original form—a thick, unmoving demonic book that fell to the ground.

Picking it up, Nate flipped through its pages, discovering an abundance of knowledge about demonology.

“Interesting. So this is how demons are created,” he mused.

The book detailed two curse techniques:

Reinforcement Curse: To enhance oneself or others.

Weapon Curse: To transform hands into various weapons.

These were the abilities Kyôka had mastered. Demons, Nate realized, were a unique form of life. Creating them directly violated the taboo set by Ankhseram.

“This world already has natural demon races. Zeref’s creations were modeled after them, collectively called Etherious.”

Nate recalled Galuna Island, where his first mission involved lifting the curse afflicting the island’s residents—early descendants of the demon race.

Closing the book, Nate left the cell.

“Sir!” the guard outside saluted him respectfully.

“I’m taking the prisoner. If anyone asks, just tell them that,” Nate said.

“Huh?” The guard blinked in confusion, seeing no prisoner in sight.

“This book is the prisoner,” Nate clarified before walking away, unwilling to elaborate further.

Just then, his ring flashed, signaling an incoming private message. It was from Seilah, one of the Nine Demon Gates.

…

Meanwhile, deep within Tartaros’ floating fortress, three regeneration chambers bubbled with green liquid, each containing a demon in the process of being reborn:

Jackal

Tempest

Keyes, the Necromancer

Among them, Jackal’s body was regenerating the fastest, his upper half nearly restored.

Seilah observed the chambers briefly before turning to Lamy, a petite demon wearing a white robe with rabbit ear accessories.

“Where’s Kyôka?” Seilah asked.

“She’s not dead yet,” Lamy replied cheerfully, managing the Hell’s Core operations.

“Captured?” Seilah frowned. “She didn’t even get the chance to self-destruct?”

“I watched the live stream! Nate-sama caught her!” Lamy gushed, her face lighting up with admiration.

“Oh, Nate-sama is so handsome! He wiped out Keyes and Tempest with just one move—Fairy Law!”

Whose side are you on? Seilah thought, exasperated.

“Once they’ve regenerated, send them to the meeting room,” Seilah ordered.

“Understood!”

Leaving the Hell’s Core, Seilah opened Magic Net and sent a message to Nate.

Seilah: “Nate, did you capture Kyôka?”

Nate: “Demon_Book.jpg.”

Nate: “Here she is.”

Opening the image, Seilah’s eyes widened in shock. Kyôka had turned into her original form—a demon book. Seilah knew Tartaros’ demons couldn’t be killed permanently, as they could always be reborn in the Hell’s Core. But if the original demonic book was destroyed, the demon would cease to exist forever.

Before Seilah could reply, another message from Nate appeared:

Nate: “If I burn this book, she’s dead for good, right?”

Seilah broke into a cold sweat. He knew!

Seilah: “Please don’t. I beg you.”

Nate: “And you think I’ll just listen because you said please? 🙄.”

Seilah: “What do you want?”

Seilah took a deep breath, already guessing what Nate would demand.

As expected:

Nate: “Tell me where your base is.”

Seilah: “If I tell you, will you spare Kyôka?”

Nate: “At least I won’t burn her. 😁.”

After some hesitation, Seilah revealed the location of their base. Tartaros’ floating fortress, Underworld Island, was actually a living creature—the Underworld Beast—that flew through the skies. It never stayed in one place, so she also provided its projected trajectory for the near future.

Nate: “Good girl. Since you were so cooperative, I won’t burn your friend.”

Seilah: “Can you release her?”

Nate: “Not so fast. There’s one more thing.”

After a moment of silence, Nate sent another message:

Nate: “Jackal devoured Gran Doma’s soul. I’m guessing he’s hiding it to extract information about Face’s seal, right?”

To activate Face, three council members linked to its seal had to be killed. But only the chairman knew which three, and even they were unaware of their role. Gran Doma, having served as chairman for only three or four months, might not have known the seals’ identities. Jackal’s true mission had likely been to capture Gran Doma alive, not kill him. Even so, he had probably retained Gran Doma’s soul to uncover the secret.

Nate: “Here’s what I want: make sure the chairman’s soul isn’t destroyed.”

Seilah, though annoyed by Nate’s demands, reluctantly agreed.