Fairy Tail: My Magic is Yugi Muto's Deck

Chapter 61 The Dragon That Uses Destruction as Its Power, the Destruction Dragon?

The next day.

"Hahaha! The air outside is so fresh! It feels so good to be free!"

Inside the Fairy Tail guild, Natsu was as happy as a child, running around with flames coming out of his mouth.

Sparks flew wherever it went, immediately provoking the displeasure of many people who began to hurl insults.

"I thought I'd finally get some peace and quiet after being locked up all night, ha, a fire fly is a fire fly."

Gray crossed his legs and spoke with a look of disdain.

"You droopy-eyed bastard, that stinky popsicle without a wrapper, who are you calling a fire fly?!"

Natsu, with his sharp ears, rushed over instantly and shoved his forehead into Gray's face.

"There's no one else in this guild who's like a fly buzzing around and can breathe fire except you, you damn squinty-eyed bastard."

Gray, naturally unafraid, tossed the clothes he was holding into the air and went straight into battle with Natsu.

The two's feud spread rapidly, like a virus.

Soon, most of the guild was plunged into the much-anticipated chaos.

In a secluded corner away from the noise, Lucy lay on the table, glancing speechlessly at Natsu, who was entangled in a brawl with the others.

"It turns out it was just going through the motions, honestly, I worried for nothing all night..."

"Those scumbags in the council only care about their own reputation."

Chase sat down opposite her, took a swig of his beer, and laughed, "The place inside is pretty nice, you know. If you're interested, I can take you there sometime."

"What do you mean by 'inside'?" Lucy asked tentatively.

"That's right, it's a prison cell."

"...Who would be interested in a godforsaken place like that?!"

Lucy's voice instantly rose several notches.

"But it's so good that Chess and Erza are back safe and sound."

A wine-red dress wafted a faint fragrance, and Mila, with a sweet smile on her lips, gently placed the beer and snacks she was holding onto the table.

Lucy looked up and saw that Mira's hair was a mess and she had pieces of torn clothing stuck to her clothes.

She pointed to the crowd fighting and couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Mira, it must have been incredibly difficult to get through that dangerous zone of monster battles, right?"

"It's alright, after all these years I've gotten used to it, and I'm quite satisfied with this job," Mira said with a smile.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, she simply put down her plate and sat down opposite Lucy.

This strength and courage almost moved Lucy to tears.

However, the feeling of being moved came quickly and went quickly.

She recalled Mira's demonic form that had previously subdued Chase and Laxus.

Is it really just because of pure love?

As Lucy was pondering this, Chase had already drawn a magic card and handed Mira, who was sitting next to him, a miniature version of the Holy Light Seal Sword.

"Hey, comb your hair."

As he spoke, he casually cleaned the pieces of clothing stuck to Mira's body.

Mira neither refused nor thanked them, but smiled and silently accepted the mini lightsaber and began to comb her hair.

Lucy, who witnessed this scene, exclaimed: "Wait, Chess, you can use your card magic like this?!"

The newbie in the guild felt that sitting here was really superfluous.

"Chase, they seem to be having a lot of fun. Don't you want to join them?"

Mira, having just finished styling her hair, rested her chin on her hand and glanced sideways at Elfman, who was in the crowd raising his arm and shouting "Men are men!" before being swung away by Wakaba with a smoking pipe.

"It's nothing. I can still process what happened with Erza yesterday."

Chase pulled out another mini lightsaber, then stuck a piece of char siu in it and put it in his mouth.

Lucy's lips twitched: "Digesting fighting, Chess, you're not some kind of Dragon Slayer Mage, are you?!"

Are there dragons whose power is specifically for fighting and destruction?

Destroyer Dragon?

Thinking about Chase's words, Lucy suddenly seemed to realize something and looked puzzled: "Speaking of which, shouldn't Erza have come out to stop them at this time?"

"Erza might not have time right now; she just ordered a strawberry cake," Mira explained.

Is it a setting where desserts are more important than discipline?

Lucy glanced up and quickly spotted Erza sitting alone near the noisy crowd.

Erza, holding a knife and fork, stared expectantly at the cake pieces on the table, her eyes gleaming.

The next second, someone's flip-flop flew out, tracing a beautiful parabola in the air.

pat.

The flip-flop hit the strawberry cake precisely, splattering cream all over Erza's face.

"Ah!" Lucy was stunned, frozen on the spot with an exaggerated expression.

"Oh dear, she should have time now." Mira covered her mouth slightly, smiling happily.

"Hahaha! Natsu and his gang are doomed now." Chess's gloating was even more undisguised.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from Erza as she slowly rose, bringing a chilling aura that enveloped the entire area, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

The people fighting immediately realized something was wrong and quickly stopped what they were doing.

In an instant, the entire guild fell silent.

What followed was naturally a chorus of wails.

"They really are a bunch of kids who can never stay quiet, no matter what..."

Makarov sat at the bar, watching Erza take down the troublemakers one by one, and unconsciously yawned.

"Strange, why am I suddenly feeling sleepy?"

On Chase's side, Lucy and Mira also inexplicably found themselves in this situation, their eyes drooping helplessly and yawning repeatedly.

An overwhelming drowsiness washed over me, instantly spreading throughout my body.

"This feeling... it can't be wrong, it's him... here..."

Mira's voice grew weaker and weaker until she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the table with Lucy.

The other members of the guild also fell to the ground one after another.

In the end, even Erza, who was holding onto the corner of the table, swayed and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

In the blink of an eye, only Makarov and Chase remained in the entire guild, barely managing to maintain basic sanity.

Click, click.

The sound of steady, slow footsteps on the floor grew louder as it approached from the doorway.

Mister Gang, bundled up tightly, strode forward, weaving through the sprawling crowd, turned a corner, and walked to the registration board, casually tearing off a registration form.

Here's the thing.

After watching Chess and Erza's battle yesterday, although he knew the council would most likely not punish them too severely, he stayed in Magnolia City out of concern.

The main reason for coming here was to confirm the safety of the two people.

The commission was just something he did on a whim; otherwise, he would have gone upstairs.

"President, I'm leaving."

Without any hesitation, Mistgan showed the order to Makarov, then turned to leave.

"Hey, Mystergan."

Chase shook his dizzy head and called out to Mistergang.

"Chase, you're here too. What's up?"

Mr. Gang stopped and carefully folded and put away the commission form.

He wasn't particularly surprised that Chase was able to resist his sleep magic.

After all, this kind of thing had already happened a year ago, but back then Chase could only barely open his eyes, unlike now when he was fully awake.

"I happened to overhear some news on the continent of Giltina, and I'd like to confirm it."

Chase raised a hand to rub his temples, his tone serious and earnest, "Do you... know about Anima?"

Upon hearing this, Mistgang's usually calm pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression changed drastically!