Chapter 15: Challenge Kirylas!

"Hah! Mo En, Itachi kid! Itachi’ve grown taller again!"

Kirylas, now alert, walked over to Mo En and slapped his shoulder; the big man grinned broadly, showing a row of white teeth—he was clearly delighted to see Mo En again, whom he had watched grow up bit by bit.

"Itachi’ve been gone half a year—I had to grow a little."

Seeing Kirylas, Mo En was genuinely happy too; his smile was bright, and compared to his nominal father, Ivan Doreah, Kirylas was the one he felt closer to.

For the orphans in the guild, Kirylas was undoubtedly special—he treated the guild as his home and every member as family, always striving to play the role of a good father in front of the children.

"It’s wonderful—Itachi’re all growing up, soon Itachi’ll be able to stand on your own. The guild will have successors."

Kirylas felt deeply satisfied; seeing Fairy Tail grow stronger day by day and the children thrive, his heart was light, as if his own children had become accomplished.

"Kirylas, how long will Itachi stay this time?"

Mo En asked curiously, reaching out to take Kirylas’s bag—but Kirylas refused.

"No need, I’ll carry it myself—these are all treasures~ not for kids to see!"

Kirylas raised an eyebrow and chuckled twice; from the big man’s expression, Mo En already guessed what was inside.

Kirylas, like Grandmaster Macarov, shared the same flaw: he was a lecher.

But strictly speaking, this wasn’t really a flaw—everyone loves beauty; a graceful lady is the ideal of a gentleman. Though powerful, they would never cross the line—after all, a man who didn’t admire women would be far more frightening.

The two entered the guild and sat down in the hall; Kirylas tossed his bag onto the table, and through the gap in the opening, Mo En glimpsed several scantily clad women—magazines, and it seemed the whole bag was filled with them.

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Mo En fell silent, unsure what to say—who the hell carried a bag full of women’s magazines as personal luggage?!

"I’ll stay longer this time. Even if I leave again, I won’t be gone long."

Kirylas noticed Mo En’s odd gaze; as he spoke, he shifted the bag to his feet.

"Not yet, Mo En. Wait until Itachi’re older—I’ll let Itachi see it then."

Kirylas’s expression turned serious; Mo En was still young, and Kirylas knew well what he could and couldn’t show him—he wouldn’t act recklessly.

". I don’t want to see it!"

"Forget it, Uncle. I challenge Itachi! Let Itachi see how much I’ve grown—and tell me more about your Smash Magic!"

Mo En had wanted to argue, but gave up, instead launching a direct solo challenge at Kirylas.

"Oh? Learned a new magic? Then come on."

Kirylas laughed, watching Mo En’s spirited stance—he didn’t refuse, but accepted immediately; he always enjoyed guiding the younger generation’s training.

The two went to the guild’s backyard, a spacious area perfect for combat.

Behind the Fairy Tail guildhall lay a large lake, its waters a deep blue, shimmering with ripples—the scenery was quite lovely, and one could even see people rowing boats on it.

But neither Mo En nor Kirylas had any interest in the view; they stood facing each other, Kirylas leaning casually, arms hidden beneath his wide cloak—on first glance, the man seemed full of openings.

"Begin."

Kirylas smiled and spoke.

Mo En’s expression turned serious, his gaze intense—he didn’t move rashly.

He adjusted his breath, swiftly activating the magic power within him; the vortex-like magic source in his dantian began to tremble!

'Equip! Pegasus Bronze Saint Armor!'

Before acting, Mo En summoned his new gear—the Pegasus Bronze Saint Armor, with its deep blue base, shot forth and instantly covered his body, fitting him like a warrior’s second skin.

Magic surged; in his state of absolute focus, Mo En faintly sensed the armor subtly drawing power from the stars above—the horse’s head hidden behind Pegasus flickered faintly.

"Oh? So Itachi’ve learned a new armor magic."

Seeing the sleek armor on Mo En, Kirylas raised an eyebrow, intrigued—Mo En really had something new.

"Hum!"

Mo En unleashed his full strength, stomped the ground, and lunged toward Kirylas like a blade—he didn’t consider holding back at all.

Past experiences proved the gap between him and Kirylas remained vast.

"Ha!"

With a sharp cry, Mo En threw a straight punch, heavy and powerful, sending a gust of wind toward Kirylas’s left cheek.

"Thud!"

Kirylas raised his left arm and blocked the punch with a muffled sound; then he prepared to kick out with his right leg.

"!"

Mo En’s eyes widened, instantly retracting his force, then leaping backward with two somersaults to create distance.

With the Pegasus Bronze Saint Armor’s enhancement, Mo En felt far more agile, like a swift steed.

"Quick reaction."

Kirylas smiled; his leg hadn’t actually lifted—he stood perfectly steady.

'Kirylas’s pressure is immense!'

Mo En’s face remained calm, but inside he marveled—Kirylas had only pretended to kick, yet his mind had screamed a warning; in that instant, he truly felt that not dodging would mean death.

This must be... killing intent. Kirylas was no gentle soul—his hands were undoubtedly stained with blood.

'That’s exactly what makes it thrilling!'

Mo En wasn’t discouraged; his heart burned hotter—the stronger Kirylas was, the more excited he became. Now, he was utterly different from when he fought Natsu—completely focused.

And precisely in this focused state, he faintly sensed the connection between his magic source, the armor, and the stars above.

But the connection was extremely faint, flickering in and out, offering little aid and instead distracting him—he quickly adjusted his mindset, ceasing to dwell on the mysterious link.

"Huh~"

Mo En exhaled slowly, assuming a stance, his hands swiftly tracing the star map’s pathways.

"Hum!"

Before Mo En, the star map of the flying Pegasus glowed with blue light.

In the star sea, the Pegasus that had blocked Pegasus seemed to stir slightly.

"Hmm?"

This strange magical fluctuation made Kirylas narrow his eyes.

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