Petrel

Chapter 6

The master's office was honestly quite ordinary. A slightly more comfortable table and chair, a couple of decorations on the walls to please the eye and a sofa with a small table in front of it so you could seat guests or relax yourself. Honestly, becoming a guild master would be pretty scary. It's just an insane amount of paperwork that needs to be sorted out, and then how much you need to spin around to sort out all the complaints about the amount of destruction caused by the guild.

Makarov just chuckled when he saw how I shuddered at the sight of a stack of documents on the table and sat us down on the sofa. - Well, although I will not pry into your past, I need to know what kind of magic you possess in order to register you and know how to help your development. Let's start with you, Natsu.

- I, the son of the king of fire dragons Igneel! - the boy shouted proudly.

- He means that he is a fire dragon slayer. I'll have to discuss something with you later, but without Natsu.

-Why without me, huh?! - Dragneel got heated up

-If you listen, I'll tell you where Igneel is. - I decided to play a surefire trump card against him.

-Really?! - The boy asked me with hopeful eyes.

-Really. But you won't be able to meet him anytime soon. You first need to become very strong.

-Ha! I'll become stronger than everyone in a moment!

-Stop yelling already! - I couldn't stand his screams and, although not hard, but enough to hurt, I hit him on the head. - Go wait outside the door, and then I'll tell you everything.

He had already clearly begun to respect me, yes, he definitely respected me, don't think I'm definitely not trying to scare him so that he would be afraid to offend Elsa. In general, he left the office like an obedient boy.

Makarov was increasingly surprised by the scene of taming the young Dragneel.

-Well, now we will talk about our magic and we can move on to serious conversations. - I said, adding more seriousness to my voice and my face, although it hardly looked impressive on the face of a little girl, rather touching. - My magic is a combination of the magic of 3 different dragon slayer styles, but very compatible. Water, wind and lightning, resulting in the magic of the storm dragon slayer. Also thanks to my second mother Anna Heartfilia, - at this point the master, if he was surprised, then masterfully did not show it on his face - I have a little mastery of the magic of celestial spirits, only for now I only use it to summon weapons made especially for me. About how Natsu and I are connected with dragons, I will tell you after Elsa talks about her magic.

- My magic is the magic of telekinesis and re-equipment, and I also wanted to tell you the news about Grandpa Rob. - Elsa took the floor, but when she spoke about her past, she clutched her worn-out skirt with her hands, and tears began to drip from her only eye.

- You don't have to tell me about it now. - I immediately hugged her and whispered in her ear. - Or if you want, I could tell you this instead of you, but then you won't be able to fully let go of the past. And don't worry, the master is so strong that he could free everyone who is being held in the tower on his own.

- Really? - the girl who responded to my hug asked me hopefully.

- Yes. So, do you have enough strength to tell everything and save your friends?

Elsa nodded resolutely and gathered her strength, brushed away her tears and began to tell what happened on the tower of paradise, periodically breaking into tears and clinging to me tighter when I consoled her with hugs. Listening to all the troubles that this little girl had endured and the betrayal from her closest friend at the end, although I knew all this, but hearing it from her personally, for the first time in my life I had a desire to kill and even my dragon rage broke out a little, but I did not want to scare her and held back as much as possible everything that could bring her discomfort, at that moment I perhaps really could feel the water dragon mode and how water can be gentle and soothing, because I directed all the emotions intensified by the current state to comfort my friend. I did not notice, but a magic circle formed around us by itself. Her story seemed to be accompanied by images of what she had experienced, and although it was more painful to look at what she had experienced, it was becoming easier for her and with each word she said she was freed from the burden that lay on her heart, as if all the negativity was being washed out of her. Soon she finished her story and fell asleep in my arms, and then I did, under the influence of magical exhaustion.

Makarov could only sit under the impression not only of the information he had received, but also of the miracle he had witnessed.