Chapter 30: Child, Itachi

Why was Macarov here?

Of course, it’s because of Mo En—he followed Mo En all the way, from Magnolia to Crobar, then to the Vass Tree Sea, and now here, always staying by Mo En’s side.

After all, this was Mo En’s first real field mission, his first time leaving Magnolia and the Fairy Tail.

As guild master and as a grandfather, Macarov naturally couldn’t let go, so he trailed Mo En all along, silently protecting him.

Of course, Mo En performed excellently, maturely, and never needed Macarov—this filled him with great comfort.

This wasn’t Macarov favoring his little grandson; in fact, every time a child went on their first mission, Macarov worried deeply, always quietly following behind—he truly exhausted himself for everyone.

“Don’t dwell on these details, Mo En. What we must do now is handle this trouble. As that boy said, this thing is truly dangerous—it must not be allowed to complete.”

Macarov waved his hand seriously at Mo En, offering no explanation for his presence or his timely arrival.

His gaze turned to the sky, to the black hole that seemed ready to swallow everything.

“Aaaahhhhh!!!”

Jellal roared beside him, frantically channeling power through his staff.

Jellal was desperate—just moments ago, it was only Mo En; now there was also an old man, and neither of them wanted to flee. This filled Jellal with anxiety, for he absolutely could not fail.

If no one else were here, even if he failed, Jellal would feel his death justified—he had done his best. But with others present, he could not accept failure; he could not watch someone die because of him. He could not live with that guilt.

“Mo En! Listen to my command! Channel magic power into the array together!”

Watching the magical fluctuations in the sky, Macarov focused his spirit and shouted, reminding Mo En.

“Understood!”

An expert was here—Mo En naturally obeyed without question. He had absolute faith in Macarov’s knowledge, experience, and ability—following the old man was the right choice!

“Three, two, one—channel!”

Macarov observed the array, identified the precise moment, and swiftly channeled his magic power into the array.

Mo En focused his mind, heard Macarov’s command, and unhesitatingly unleashed his magic power.

His magical source flared, magic surging rapidly, pouring into Jellal’s array—Mo En struck exactly the same point where Macarov had injected his power, ensuring not a single step was off, eliminating any interference.

“Hum!!!”

As Macarov and Mo En’s magic flowed into the array, the situation finally shifted—the black hole that had seemed ready to crush Jellal now changed under the array’s influence, rising steadily and shrinking gradually; the array was working.

Jellal’s face turned stunned—he never expected these two could actually help, especially the old man, who had forcibly channeled magic into his array!

To accomplish such a thing meant this old man’s magical mastery had reached an unimaginably terrifying level.

Jellal himself was highly skilled with arrays, so the shock of seeing this old man achieve such a feat was immense—he felt profound respect for him.

“Hum!!!”

As the array took effect, the celestial anomaly gradually vanished—the sky returned to blue, and the dark clouds dispersed.

Calm and still, as if nothing had ever happened.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

Jellal collapsed, leaning heavily on his staff—his body had borne heavy strain from the intense magical fluctuations.

“Jellal, are Itachi alright?”

Mo En stepped closer, concerned, and supported the stubborn man to keep him from collapsing onto the ground.

“Thank Itachi, Mo En.”

Jellal spoke his thanks, offering Mo En a weak smile.

“And Itachi, old sir—thank Itachi both for your help. I’m truly sorry for dragging Itachi into this. I should have handled it myself.”

After thanking Mo En, Jellal turned to Macarov, offering thanks and apologies, his face filled with deep shame.

“Itachi child...”

Macarov shook his head—the boy was stubborn to a fault. He insisted on solving it alone, not wanting to endanger others or drag them into the risk of death.

“What exactly was that? Was that why Itachi rushed to leave earlier?”

Mo En, still supporting Jellal, asked curiously.

That terrifying magic had been extraordinarily dangerous. Though Mo En didn’t fully understand its effect, he knew it was no good.

“That—that—”

Asked this, Jellal stammered—he seemed unwilling to speak, or perhaps felt too ashamed, so ashamed that even uttering the words felt unbearable.

Jellal mumbled, unable to form a single complete sentence.

“Child, Itachi’re from another world, aren’t Itachi?”

Macarov suddenly spoke—his unexpected words left Jellal frozen, and even Mo En, who was holding him, was stunned.

But after a moment’s shock, Mo En immediately realized—this wasn’t about him. Considering the context and Macarov’s gaze, the old man’s words clearly referred to Jellal.

Mo En exhaled deeply—he had just feared his greatest secret had been exposed.

After that relief, his expression turned strange as he looked at Jellal.

‘This Jellal kid, with his thick brows and earnest face—is he really a transmigrator?’

Mo En sized up Jellal—the man was full of oddities: that staff storing absurd amounts of magic, and his body containing not a single drop of magic.

Honestly, he looked more like an outsider from another world than Mo En himself.

“H-How did Itachi know?!”

Jellal blurted out—after initial shock, he confessed outright, accepting the identity.

Mo En couldn’t help but whistle—so he really was a transmigrator!

“Because I had an old friend, who spent decades with me, just like Itachi.”

Macarov grinned, uttering another line that left both Jellal and Mo En stunned.

“That’s impossible...”

Jellal stared, utterly incredulous.

Mo En internally winced—how many secrets did the old man still hold?

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(End of Chapter)