The Magic Merchant in Fairy Tail

"Phantom? What trouble!" Markov muttered, frowning deeply. "Would Joseph really risk being labeled as a dark guild just to declare war on us?"

"It seems he would," Kira replied, leaning casually against the bar. "You might have such concerns, but others like him don't seem to care about the consequences. If Phantom does declare war, what's our plan for handling the Six Demon Generals the local association mentioned? Splitting resources could leave us vulnerable."

Markov sighed heavily. "If it comes to that, the alliance will be reduced to just four guilds. That's a dangerously small number for such a threat."

"Exactly. And let's not forget, there aren't many wizards in Fiore Kingdom's magic guilds who can stand up to the Six Demon Generals. It'll stretch everyone thin."

As Kira was about to continue discussing strategy and potential candidates for the alliance, a heavy wave of fatigue suddenly washed over him. His senses sharpened immediately, and he glanced toward Markov.

The guild master's expression mirrored his own. "This feeling…" Kira began.

Markov nodded gravely. "It's him."

Kira snapped his fingers and cast a quick cleansing spell to shake off the drowsiness.

No sooner had he steadied himself than an intense magical presence began to approach the guild. The air grew thick, and a wave of irresistible sleepiness spread throughout the building. One by one, the guild members succumbed to the spell.

"Ugh, what's happening?!"

"So… sleepy…"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Like dominoes, wizards—regardless of their strength—fell asleep. Even seasoned mages like Erza and Mira couldn't resist, collapsing to the floor.

"This again?" Kira groaned, watching the chaos unfold. "He hasn't changed a bit. Always so shy—casting sleep magic from a distance."

The guild doors creaked open, and in walked the source of the spell: Mistgun.

Clad in his usual attire—a dark green mask, a black headscarf obscuring his blue hair, and a tattered navy-blue cloak—Mistgun exuded an air of mystery. His hands and feet were wrapped in bandages, giving him the look of a nomadic warrior. However, the flip-flops on his feet seemed hilariously out of place.

It was a distinct Fairy Tail trademark for strong wizards to wear cloaks, but each had their unique style:

Mistgun's ragged, lightweight cloak looked as though it barely held together.

Gildarts donned a heavy, all-black travel cloak, robust and weather-worn.

Laxus favored a rotating wardrobe of cloaks—black, white, thin, or thick—depending on his mood.

And Kira himself wore an elegant magic robe with white and gold embroidery, often adorned with a regal pendant, showcasing his refined, noble taste.

Mistgun strode to the task board, his eyes scanning the available missions. Without a word, he plucked one and approached Markov at the bar.

"I'll be back soon," Mistgun said in a low, deliberately altered voice.

"Hey! Remove the sleeping spell!" Markov bellowed.

Before Mistgun could leave, Kira greeted him warmly. "Mistgun! Long time no see! How's that staff I made for you last time?"

Mistgun paused, turning to regard Kira. His enigmatic demeanor softened slightly. "It fits," he replied curtly.

Mistgun was famously reserved, rarely speaking more than a few words to anyone. But with Kira, the dynamic was different. Mistgun owed him gratitude, as the magic staff he carried had been crafted by Kira after the original one from Edolas broke during his S-class wizard trial.

Unlike the Aslant world, Edolas lacked natural magic power, relying entirely on magic items. Mistgun, as a prince of Edolas, had no innate magic of his own. Every spell he cast depended on his staff, a critical tool for survival in this world.

Kira had meticulously designed the staff, incorporating:

A magic crystal to absorb and store ambient magical energy.

A conversion matrix to transform stored energy into usable spells.

A sturdy, ductile wood casing to ensure durability and maximize power output.

"Five… four… three… two… one…" Mistgun counted down softly as he walked.

The moment he stepped outside, his figure dissolved into light smoke.

Back inside the guild, everyone suddenly woke up.

"This feeling…" Erza muttered groggily. "Mistgun!"

"That bastard!" Gray cursed, rubbing his eyes.

"He hasn't changed one bit!" Mira laughed, brushing off her clothes. "Still putting everyone to sleep."

"Mistgun?" Lucy, still unfamiliar with some guild members, looked around in confusion. "Who's Mistgun?"

"He's one of the strongest wizards in Fairy Tail," explained Gray. "But he's always so secretive. Every time he comes to pick a mission, he puts everyone to sleep so no one sees his face."

Lucy gasped. "That's so weird!"

"Yeah. The only person who's ever seen his face is Master Markov—"

"Nope," came a smug voice from above.

Laxus stood on the second-floor balcony, leaning casually on the railing. His signature headphones hung around his neck, and he looked down at the crowd with a self-satisfied grin. "I've seen him too."

"Laxus!" Kira called, waving up at him.

The two had a long history, but their relationship had become strained in recent years. Laxus, always proud and arrogant, had once seen Kira as a rival for leadership within the guild.

Their animosity began when Kira first joined Fairy Tail. Laxus, believing himself to be the guild's most promising prodigy, challenged Kira to a duel.

Kira accepted—and thoroughly humiliated him.

For Laxus, the defeat was a bitter pill to swallow. He was the grandson of the guild master, the inheritor of Thunder Dragon Slayer Magic, and a wizard with immense raw power. Yet Kira, with his intellect and mastery of magic, had outclassed him entirely.

Over time, Kira's calm demeanor and growing popularity only deepened Laxus's resentment. While the two still worked together when necessary, their relationship remained tense.

"Hey, Laxus! You're finally showing yourself!" Kira called.

Laxus scoffed. "Don't think I'm here for you, Kira. I just wanted to see if Mistgun picked a mission worth my time."

The guild buzzed with activity, but Markov's expression remained serious as he watched the exchange. Turning to Kira, he said, "Keep an eye on him."

Kira nodded, understanding the unspoken message. With tensions rising between Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord, the guild couldn't afford internal divisions.

For now, both Mistgun and Laxus had their own paths to follow, but Kira couldn't shake the feeling that those paths would soon collide.

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