Chapter 27: Reunion with Wendy

After searching the outskirts of the Vass Tree Sea, Mo En found nothing—though not entirely nothing; he discovered a dilapidated, abandoned village, its buildings long decayed and bearing signs of considerable age.

“Is this some kind of tribal ruin?”

Mo En stepped into the village; it was worth investigating—he suspected Jellal and Wendy might have rested here.

But no sooner had Mo En entered the village than it revealed its unusual nature.

“Hummm!!!”

A terrifying surge of magical energy instantly enveloped the entire ruined village.

This powerful magical energy carried no malice—it wasn’t an attack—and in fact, Mo En couldn’t even identify what kind of magic it was; he only sensed the caster’s magical power was absurdly immense, as if they were cheating!

Mo En scanned the surroundings, frowning; the magic posed no threat and wasn’t directed at him—he was curious why the caster had made such a commotion.

Then Mo En was stunned by what happened next in the village.

Under his gaze, the empty, ruined village suddenly came alive—dozens of villagers appeared out of nowhere, materialized instantly by the overwhelming magical energy.

“What the hell is this?!”

Mo En stood dumbfounded, mouth agape, staring at the scene before him; even with his vast experience, he was momentarily bewildered.

Could this be a thoughtform?

But as he regained his composure, Mo En formed a hypothesis.

A thoughtform—a concept common across various ACG works.

Mo En didn’t understand all variations, but in this world, a thoughtform is a soulless, clone-like entity split off from a living being with a soul, lacking self-awareness.

Of course, this refers to thoughtforms created by the living.

Another possibility for forming a thoughtform is the intense obsession or unfulfilled wish of a deceased person.

In such cases, the thoughtform is essentially a projection of the deceased’s soul and memories, closely resembling their living personality.

Thoughtforms appear indistinguishable from ordinary people; as manifestations of magical energy, they feel exactly like regular magicians, making it nearly impossible for magicians to detect any difference.

These suddenly appearing “villagers” clearly resembled artificially created thoughtforms—but the problem was, the earlier magical surge contained the aura of only one person.

That meant these clones… were all split from the same individual?

“Squeak.”

As Mo En struggled to comprehend, a door in one of the houses opened.

An old man dressed like a Native American stepped out.

Behind him, the very figure Mo En had been searching for appeared immediately.

“Wendy, look—aren’t these all our guild members? So many of them—all our guildmates!”

The old man smiled as he spoke to Wendy.

“Wow! There are so many guildmates!”

Wendy’s cheeks flushed red with excitement, her eyes glistening with tears—as if she had just been crying.

“Huh?!”

Wendy turned her head, her gaze landing on Mo En; her expression froze, and she let out a cute, startled gasp.

“Grandpa, is this guild called Fairy Tail?”

Wendy looked up at the old man beside her, her big eyes blinking, asking the question that left him baffled.

Clearly, the name “Fairy Tail” had been firmly etched into Wendy’s memory.

“Fairy Tail? Uh, no.”

Robinlu shook his head; though he hadn’t yet decided on a name for his newly formed guild, it certainly couldn’t be “Fairy Tail”—even though he’d never heard of such a guild, it was obvious one already existed.

At the same time, Robinlu’s gaze shifted to Mo En, who looked utterly confused.

“Kid, who are Itachi?”

Robinlu spoke up, frowning; when he had created all those thoughtforms just now, had this child been here already? Had he seen everything?

“Ahem, hello, I’m Mo En, Mo En Doreah, a magician from Fairy Tail—I’m here looking for Wendy and Jellal.”

Seeing both Wendy and Robinlu staring at him, and all the thoughtforms turning their attention his way, Mo En cleared his throat and immediately introduced himself, stating his purpose.

Mo En had realized—the oddly dressed old man beside Wendy was the caster.

The powerful magician with immense magical energy who had created dozens of distinct thoughtforms!

The most unbelievable thing was, Mo En had noticed: each of the created thoughtforms seemed unusually lifelike—in short, they all looked and felt utterly human, nothing like mere clones made by this old man.

This genuinely shocked Mo En—what’s the difference between this and directly “creating people from magic”? Could this old man possibly have dissociative identity disorder? Are these clones all fragments of his own personality?

Compared to “creating people from magic,” Mo En preferred to believe the old man suffered from dissociative identity disorder—it was at least more plausible.

“Wendy, do Itachi know this kid?”

After hearing Mo En’s words, Robinlu turned to Wendy; he assumed they knew each other—Wendy’s mention of “Fairy Tail” likely stemmed from this Mo En Doreah.

“Yes! I know him!”

Wendy nodded vigorously, then scampered forward with her little legs, stopping before Mo En, her eyes curious as she asked:

“Big brother, did Itachi come to find me and Jellal?”

“Yes, where’s Jellal? Why isn’t he here?”

Looking at adorable Wendy, Mo En nodded, then glanced around—he truly didn’t see Jellal anywhere.

“Jellal… Grandpa Robinlu said he had something very urgent to do.”

At the mention of Jellal, Wendy’s expression shifted, growing pained; her eyes welled up with tears again.

Seeing Wendy’s pouting lips and glistening tears, Mo En understood—Jellal had probably left Wendy in this old man’s care.

Jellal had seemed desperate to leave the Vass Tree Sea; he must have had something truly urgent to handle.

“It’s okay, Wendy—he didn’t abandon Itachi. He just didn’t want Itachi in danger.”

Mo En knelt down, gently stroking Wendy’s head, meeting her gaze at eye level, smiling warmly as he comforted her.

“Sniff!”

Hearing Mo En’s words, Wendy sniffled, frantically rubbing her face with her tiny hands, trying to wipe away her tears.

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