Chapter 70: Black Wing Feather! (Request Subscription!)

"Since everything's settled, let's go home."

Makarov spoke, as usual avoiding unnecessary questions; since no one was hurt, they might as well return home happily.

Mo En glanced once more at the spot where the others had vanished, nodded silently, and walked toward Magnolia, gripping tightly the magic book in his hand: *Memories in Time*.

Only Natsu still looked shaken—he was genuinely frightened. Those two were terrifying monsters, especially the white one with the cat’s tail behind it!

"Did Itachi defeat those terrifying creatures, Mo En-ge?"

Natsu asked Mo En in a very quiet voice.

"Defeat? Not quite. But they won’t come here again."

Mo En smiled, and Natsu let out a long, relieved breath.

"That’s great! No wonder Itachi’re Mo En-ge!"

Natsu praised, finally at ease—he wouldn’t have to worry about encountering those two monsters again.

Natsu, restored to his cheerful self, tossed aside the unpleasantness and bounced ahead to lead the way.

Seeing this, Mo En thought Natsu’s fall couldn’t have been that bad.

Then again, this kid was tough as nails—how easily could he get hurt?

Especially for superficial flesh wounds, Natsu barely noticed them; his injuries from fighting Gray were probably worse.

But Natsu truly trusted him completely—he believed whatever Mo En said without question, never asking for details, just blindly trusting anything he was told.

Watching the carefree Natsu, Mo En smiled; if there were more children like him in the guild, the future would surely be bright.

【Ding!

Quest "The Time-Traveling Guest" completed!

Quest progress:

Help all companions from the future return. (Completed)

Claim quest reward?】

As they walked back, the quest completion interface popped up.

The quest outcome was flawless; Mo En wasted no time and immediately selected to claim the reward.

The quest reward was a random Silver Saint skill.

Mo En was genuinely curious about the result—he knew almost nothing about Silver Saint skills.

【Congratulations! Skill "Black Wing Feather" unlocked!】

A pop-up appeared, and a flood of knowledge surged into Mo En’s mind, giving him a clear impression of this unfamiliar name.

'Black Wing Feather: Trap the enemy with black crow feathers, then strike from above with a flying kick—your body floats like a feather, while your leg pierces like the quill of a feather into the enemy’s body.'

This technique came from the "Crow Constellation Silver Saint," a leg-based skill with limited control capability.

For Mo En, this was certainly a useful addition.

But the most surprising part was its side effect: it granted Mo En the ability to command crows!

'Damn, will Grandpa Makarov think I’m a spy?'

The first thought that crossed Mo En’s mind after seeing this ability was this—crows weren’t a good omen, especially for the Dorear family.

Mo En glanced at Makarov beside him, the old man drunk but smiling cheerfully, seemingly carefree.

But Mo En knew Makarov had plenty of worries; in the Dorear household, mentioning crows meant one thing: "that man"—Ivan Dorear, Mo En’s distant, barely-related father.

After being expelled from Fairy Tail, Ivan Dorear founded the dark guild "Raven’s Tail," deliberately opposing Fairy Tail.

Makarov despised "Raven’s Tail" intensely—he longed to find its location and crush it, purging it from the face of the earth!

Makarov hated "Raven’s Tail" for two reasons: first, because of his worthless son, who committed crimes without remorse and dared to establish a dark guild—Makarov was furious at his failure.

Second, because this son had corrupted his grandson!

Laxus had once, in a fit of anger, declared he’d join his father’s guild—"Raven’s Tail"—a prospect Makarov found unbearable.

Layered together, these factors made Makarov utterly loathe "Raven’s Tail," and the entire guild shared his hatred; many despised Ivan Dorear, Gildarts among them.

Still, Mo En didn’t think anyone would associate him with Ivan just because he could command crows.

"Caw!"

Mo En waved his hand—a crow with jet-black feathers flew out from the woods and landed obediently on his arm.

This caught Makarov and Natsu’s attention; both hurried over, staring curiously at the crow.

"Where did this bird come from? Why is it so obedient?"

Makarov asked, not reacting with alarm at the sight of a crow, but maintaining a calm demeanor.

"Hum!"

Mo En’s magic surged, enveloping the crow; under the magic’s enhancement, its body grew larger, becoming a raptor-sized crow!

"It’s a new ability of my Celestial Spirit Magic—I can command crows."

Mo En explained openly, revealing everything.

"Cool! Can it carry people?"

Natsu asked eagerly.

"If it can fly, is this considered transportation?"

Mo En countered, leaving Natsu silent—he seemed to be seriously pondering the question.

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Makarov looked at Mo En with a strange expression, thinking: this unlucky kid—did he learn this magic just to tease him? Claiming it was a new Celestial Spirit Magic ability...

"What’s the use of this magic?"

Makarov asked. The ability to command and enhance specific creatures was rare in his experience; Mo En had found a powerful one indeed.

"Want to try it?"

Mo En invited the old man to test it—he himself was eager to see the skill’s real combat effectiveness.

"Go ahead, let me see."

Makarov said, still holding his bottle of alcohol; though he appeared drunk, his combat ability was unaffected, and he had no concern for his condition.

"Black Wing Feather!"

Mo En said nothing more and unleashed the skill immediately.

He leapt into the air, while the giant crow surged toward Makarov; its feathers rapidly shed, raining down like black rain, wrapping Makarov tightly in a cocoon of feathers.

All Mo En needed now was to plummet and kick.

"Hum!"

But before Mo En’s legs could strike, Makarov’s magic erupted, blasting the black feathers away in all directions.

Mo En halted the skill’s continuation and landed on the ground—he realized this technique couldn’t restrain someone as strong as Grandpa Makarov.

Makarov had simply broken free through raw magical power—the sheer force of overwhelming strength.

"This ability is strange—it’s suffocating."

Makarov commented on the skill.

The old man looked surprised—his evaluation was high.

Just the binding effect of the black feathers covering the entire body was terrifying enough; once covered, breathing became difficult, and anyone unable to break free would be at the mercy of their opponent.

(End of Chapter)