"Although there is a time limit for finding the grave, it doesn't mean much to me."
Walking through Tenrou Island, Moen wore a smile. This final stage was too simple for him. By now, he was extremely familiar with the terrain of Tenrou Island. The crows moved back and forth across the entire island, constantly searching for possible special locations.
In the end, the crows brought Moen good news, they found the place. The reason they were able to find it so quickly was naturally because Grandpa Makarov was waiting there, and the crows were already familiar with his scent.
"Is it just you?"
Inside the tomb, Makarov sat on the ground. Behind him was a structure that looked like an altar or a gravestone.
Seeing Moen arrive alone, Makarov asked. He didn't find it strange, Moen passing steadily was only natural.
Although Makarov had been sitting here without moving, he could still sense the fluctuations of magic power from the battle outside. The commotion caused by the fight between Laxus Dreyar and Moen was so great that as long as he wasn't deaf, he could definitely hear it.
"I'm the only one who passed the exam."
Moen stepped forward to Makarov and explained. At the same time, he curiously looked around. The cave was quite bright, with gentle firelight flickering softly within.
"As expected."
Makarov nodded. He hadn't expected anyone else to pass, which was why he hadn't limited the final promotion slots.
In the past, the S-Class Mage exam had always been very strict, from qualification to clearance, and even the final promotion slot, everything was tightly controlled. Only those he recognized could participate, and usually only one person would be promoted each time.
This exam had truly broken precedent, but the final result was no different from before—only one person reached this place. The others didn't even qualify to come here.
"Is this the grave of the First Guild Master, Lady Mavis Vermillion?"
Standing before the structure that resembled a gravestone, Moen asked Makarov. He examined it carefully, slightly frowning.
Whether it was just his imagination or not, Moen felt that something was off about this grave. He had a sense of being watched.
"That's right. This is the grave of our First Guild Master, Mavis Vermillion. She founded Fairy Tail and set the original tone of our guild."
Makarov said, his expression somewhat complicated.
"Have you met her? What kind of person was she?"
Moen asked curiously. This First Guild Master was also a legendary figure, said to be extremely powerful and known as the "Fairy Tactician." She must have been a remarkable figure of her era.
"No she left the year I was born."
Makarov shook his head. He had never met Mavis, at least not while she was alive.
If one insisted, he had technically met her, but he didn't remember. His birth could be considered an important turning point.
The complexity in Makarov's expression came from lamenting the unpredictability of fate, fate always had a way of destroying everything beautiful.
"Why did she leave?"
Moen continued to ask curiously. He truly didn't know this part of history.
Clearly, these were stories that wouldn't be recorded in books. Only those involved knew the details, the truth was known only to them.
"I don't know. It's complicated."
Makarov shook his head. His name had been given by Mavis. That should have been a good thing, but at the same time, his mother Rita was killed by the curse on Mavis, and Mavis left the guild.
Why things turned out that way, no one knew. But it happened, and everything took a sharp turn for the worse at that moment.
In the year after, Mavis's death was discovered, and the guild members built her grave here, still honoring her.
There was no helping it, even Yuri Dreyar, who lost his wife, did not blame her. What right did others have to resent a guild master who chose self-exile to avoid harming others?
Less than two years after Mavis passed away, Yuri Dreyar also died from grief. Makarov was essentially an orphan as well he lost both his parents at the age of two or three and was raised by the guild.
What one gives and receives is determined by fate. Makarov's current passion for "picking up children" came from his own childhood experiences.
Looking at the children in the guild, Makarov saw his younger self.
"This…"
Moen pursed his lips. This was the first time he had heard these things, no wonder the old man was so patient with children.
"Let's not talk about this. Pay your respects to the First Guild Master."
Makarov shook his head. He shouldn't have said these things to a child, but standing before Mavis's grave made him emotional, and he ended up saying them unconsciously.
"Alright."
Moen obediently bowed to the gravestone.
Then, under the gaze of grandfather and grandson, the gravestone suddenly lit up with a bright glow, a dazzling light.
"What is this?"
Moen looked at Makarov in surprise.
At the same time, Moen began to form a guess, the gravestone was indeed unusual. Could it be that the First Guild Master's soul still remained?
In this world, the existence of souls wasn't strange. There was even someone in the guild who specialized in manipulating wandering spirits in battle.
For someone like the First Guild Master, it wasn't impossible for her soul to remain after death. From the perspective of a story, it would even be more interesting if her soul still existed here.
Thinking this, Moen eyed the gravestone suspiciously, waiting expectantly for the First Guild Master to emerge. Come on! Don't be shy!
"This is one of the guild's Three Great Fairy Magics, Fairy Glitter! Hurry and try it, Moen! Maybe you can gain its recognition!"
Makarov explained, somewhat urgently.
The old man's face was filled with amazement, inwardly sighing at Moen's extraordinary fortune. He had actually caused Guild Master Mavis's grave to react.
"Forget it. I don't need this kind of magic."
Moen shook his head, looking confident.
"My magic is already strong enough."
Looking at the glowing light, Moen remained unmoved and made no attempt to reach out.
"…"
Makarov opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words. Yet at the same time, he didn't find this outcome surprising.
When he had previously tried to teach Moen "Fairy Law," the boy had also refused. Moen had said he wanted to focus on cultivating his own magic, he wasn't interested in learning others, even if it was one of the "Three Great Fairy Magics."
How should one put it? There was nothing bad about that.
Gildarts also hadn't learned "the three great super magics of Fairy Tail." He also felt he didn't need them. His Crush magic was already powerful enough, and his Crush magic itself was a kind of super magic.
In Makarov's view, Moen's magic was also not inferior to super magic in the slightest.
The most crucial point was that, as for where the upper limit of Moen's magic lay, even now he couldn't see it at all, nor could he make any prediction. This was a magic that belonged solely to Moen alone.
"Then forget it."
Since Moen was unwilling to learn, Makarov didn't force him. This kind of mindset of Moen's was beneficial to his own growth. Magic was inherently driven by the mind; Moen's confidence in his own magic was naturally beneficial and harmless to himself.
"Then does that mean I've cleared it now?"
Moen blinked. The final reward had already been triggered, and it seemed like there was no next stage. Just because he didn't learn this super magic "Fairy Glitter," it wouldn't mean he wouldn't be allowed to pass the test, right?
"You've cleared it. From now on, you are an S-Class Mage of Fairy Tail. You can go to the second floor to take on S-Class missions."
Makarov spoke with a smile, announcing the final result of the assessment.
Moen let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there wasn't a rule that he had to learn it, otherwise he really wouldn't have had a way, since he couldn't use abilities outside the Saint Seiya system. Even if he learned it, he wouldn't be able to use it.
"Buzz!"
After Makarov announced the result, the gravestone lit up once again.
And this time, the light was even stronger than before, because the original single cluster of light had turned into two clusters!
"Fairy Sphere!"
This time, even Makarov couldn't help but cry out in surprise. His expression was complicated. President Mavis did she like Moen that much?
Makarov didn't find it strange that Moen could gain President Mavis's recognition, because he also believed that Moen had perfectly inherited the will of "Fairy Tail."
What he hadn't expected was that, even though Moen had already refused, President Mavis still hadn't given up, and had even raised the offer!
"Is she angry?"
Moen's expression was strange as he softly asked Grandpa Makarov.
"This…"
Makarov had a face full of black lines. President Mavis had already been dead for eighty years; even if there was some residual will left here, she probably wouldn't still have emotions like anger, right?
He would occasionally come here to pay respects, but he had never seen this gravestone have any special reaction. Today was truly an eye-opener.
"Sorry, President Mavis, I really won't learn it."
Moen bowed toward the gravestone and spoke very sincerely. Although he didn't know what President Mavis was thinking, it should be out of goodwill, but unfortunately he couldn't respond to that goodwill.
"Why?"
Just as Moen was about to pull the troubled-looking Grandpa Makarov away, a cute female voice suddenly rang out within the tomb.
"…"
Moen could feel that Grandpa Makarov had clearly stiffened for a moment.
Obviously, the old man had never communicated with President Mavis's soul before.
Moen was already certain that the voice that had spoken was the soul of President Mavis. There was no way around it, it was too obvious.
The one capable of teaching others "Fairy Glitter" and "Fairy Sphere," aside from the first-generation guild master who created these three super magics, Mavis Vermillion, who else could it be?
"President Mavis?"
Moen looked around and asked in a deliberately puzzled tone.
"It's me."
With a response, behind the gravestone, a figure slowly appeared.
It was a very cute little girl, not very tall, with a pair of emerald-green eyes. Her hair was golden, very curly and long. She wore a light pink long dress, was barefoot, and had a pair of light pink wing-like decorations on her head matching her outfit, looking like a fairy rather than a human.
"Why don't you want to learn?"
The little girl frowned, looking somewhat unhappy, as she continued to question Moen, seemingly very puzzled by this.
"President Mavis?!"
However, before Moen could speak, Makarov had already exclaimed in shock, the expression on his face extremely vivid.
Makarov could of course recognize Mavis's appearance. He had never seen Mavis alive, but he had seen her dead, so he could naturally recognize the identity of the ghost in front of him at a glance.
"Third Generation, why doesn't your grandson learn these two magics?"
Mavis looked at Makarov, still fixated on this question.
Although it was Makarov's first time seeing Mavis, it was not Mavis's first time seeing Makarov.
In the past, when Makarov came here to pay respects, he would often talk to himself in front of Mavis's grave, speaking about guild matters and his own troubles, so Mavis was quite familiar with Makarov.
"This…"
Being asked by the first-generation guild master Mavis like this, Makarov felt a bit embarrassed. He looked at Moen, letting him explain himself.
"President Mavis, I already said before, my magic is already strong enough. I have great confidence in my own magic."
Moen still used the same wording; no matter who asked, it was the same answer.
"But if you learn these two magics, you can better protect 'Fairy Tail' and protect the guild's companions."
Mavis still didn't understand. She was a true magic master and did not specialize in any single type of magic. It was said that she understood all the magic in the world and was proficient in all of it, which was why she could create "the three great super magics of Fairy Tail."
Therefore, for Mavis, it was naturally difficult to understand Moen's approach. If it were her, she would definitely learn them. She wanted to learn all kinds of magic; she simply loved studying and learning.
"My magic can also protect 'Fairy Tail' and protect the guild's companions. Compared to these two magics, I'm more interested in how you've been able to exist here for eighty years."
Moen shook his head, still firmly refusing. Then he shifted the topic to something that interested him. Beside him, Makarov pricked up his ears, clearly also very curious about this.
"What state are you in now?"
Moen asked.
"Probably a ghost? A ghost that only you can see."
Mavis cutely tilted her head and answered Moen's question. She herself had also thought about this problem. Although she had studied a great deal of magic, becoming a ghost after death was clearly something she had never researched, so at the beginning she had also been confused, and it took her some time to adapt to this state.
[For additional chapters Patreon. Com/ALLISWELL123]