After finishing his discussion with Grandpa Makarov at the guild, it was already very late, so Moen chose to return home to rest. Early the next morning, after getting up and completing his training, he went to find Voltava.
"You're quite proactive."
Seeing Moen actively coming to study, Voltava was naturally very satisfied.
"Since I already invited you over, I definitely can't just half-ass it. I'm seriously here to learn, not acting on a sudden whim."
Moen said with a smile. He was definitely going to learn the harp. Since he had already invited Voltava over, he certainly couldn't just leave him hanging. Every day, he had to set aside a considerable amount of time to study the harp.
"Good. That's for the best."
Voltava nodded in satisfaction. Although he had decided to teach Moen the harp because of fate, if Moen himself did not cherish this opportunity, he could leave at any time. After all, he was not obligated to settle down in Magnolia.
After chatting with Mr. Ruchio yesterday, Voltava had more or less understood the pros and cons of settling down in Magnolia.
According to Mr. Ruchio's description, the existence of "Fairy Tail" was something very peculiar to the people of Magnolia.
"Fairy Tail" will protect your life, but under normal circumstances, you must be careful of "Fairy Tail."
It sounded like some kind of rule-based horror tale, but this was indeed the genuine feeling of the people of Magnolia, wisdom accumulated over many years.
Of course, Ruchio was not advising him to leave Magnolia. On the contrary, he sincerely hoped that Voltava could stay and settle down in Magnolia. It was precisely because of that sincerity that he told him these inner details that only Magnolia locals truly understood.
The existence of "Fairy Tail" still brought many benefits to them. At the very least, any trouble could be resolved quickly.
"Fairy Tail" offered discounted rates to local Magnolia residents, so everyone was very willing to post requests. Even trivial matters had Mages willing to take care of them.
At least for now, Voltava was inclined to stay. He planned to live here for a period of time before making a final decision.
"Did you prepare your own instrument?"
Voltava asked Moen. He didn't see Moen holding a harp.
"Of course I did."
Moen spread his hand, and an incomparably exquisite silver harp appeared in his grasp.
This harp was so exquisite that it looked like the standard harp symbol in textbooks. Although the harp was no longer considered a mainstream instrument nowadays, it still held an important status and was used as a musical emblem. Even the signboards of instrument shops were painted with a U-shaped harp symbol.
"This harp…"
Looking at the harp in Moen's hand, Voltava's eyes suddenly widened.
Having immersed himself in this field for many years, he could naturally tell that this harp was extraordinary.
No, this wasn't just extraordinary, it was transcendent!
It didn't feel like an instrument that should exist in the mortal world!
Taking out the Lyra Star Spirit Key, Voltava summoned the Lyra Star Spirit, Lyra.
"Voltava, Moen, are we starting the lesson?"
Seeing both an old man and a young man present, Lyra asked with wide eyes. Then her gaze fell upon the harp in Moen's hand.
"Wow! What kind of harp is that?!"
Lyra cried out in surprise and immediately darted in front of Moen, pressing her face close to the harp in his hand, her expression full of amazement and admiration.
"Lyra, how does this harp compare to yours?"
Voltava asked. He was indeed very professional, but Lyra was certainly even more so, which was why he directly summoned her to take a look. This harp had already exceeded his own understanding.
"T-this… the structure is still a bit different."
Lyra immediately retreated several steps, hugged her own harp, and spoke with a troubled expression, unwilling to make any evaluation, because she did not want to admit that this harp was more outstanding than hers.
The structure of the two harps was indeed slightly different. Simply put, one was a small harp, and the other was a large harp.
Moen's harp had a more archaic structure, like the harp hanging in the heavens, while Lyra's harp had a triangular appearance and was larger, with even more strings.
If one really had to say it, the harp in Moen's hand was clearly more orthodox. It was the seven-string lyre that had gradually been phased out, the true "Heavenly Lyre" that perfectly matched the legend of the Lyra constellation.
"Then are you good at this one?"
Moen asked hesitantly. He had already noticed earlier that Lyra's Lyra constellation harp was not quite the same as his own Lyra constellation harp.
"Of course! Don't forget my name! I'm literally called Lyra!"
Being questioned by Moen, Lyra jumped up excitedly and loudly defended her own name.
"Then I'm relieved."
Moen smiled and nodded. He didn't mean to question Lyra's skill level, he genuinely didn't understand much about music or harps.
"Moen, where did you get this harp?"
Voltava asked curiously. This harp was simply far too special. Even the Lyra constellation Star Spirit Lyra was amazed by it. It wasn't just him, Lyra herself was equally curious.
"Of course it's a product of my Celestial Spirit Magic."
Moen narrowed his eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth rather unrestrained. Saying this in front of the Lyra constellation Star Spirit was extremely "provocative."
"…"
Voltava's expression turned strange. He felt that this kid Moen was pretty good at holding grudges.
He had deliberately let the Lyra constellation Star Spirit Lyra teach Moen in order to suppress the arrogance of this "pirated Celestial Spirit Mage," yet Moen immediately countered with such a fine harp.
"Celestial Spirit Magic? What Celestial Spirit?"
Instead, Lyra was completely confused by Moen's words. She asked in puzzlement—was there some other Celestial Spirit that was also skilled at playing the harp?
"Of course it's Lyra. This is the harp that represents the Lyra constellation."
Moen nodded seriously and spoke words that made Lyra's eyes widen.
"Ly-Lyra constellation?!"
Lyra was dumbfounded. All kinds of thoughts instantly surged through her mind.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
This is the harp that represents the Lyra constellation? Then what am I?
Staring blankly at Moen, Lyra's brain was on the verge of crashing. Could it be that… I'm actually a fake Lyra constellation Star Spirit?
"Alright, alright, stop messing around. Lyra, how about you play a piece and let Moen feel the power of Lyra constellation Star Spirit Magic?"
Seeing Lyra already starting to doubt herself, Voltava quickly spoke up. He absolutely didn't believe that what Moen had was Lyra constellation Star Spirit power. Having known Lyra for so long, how could he not know who the real Lyra constellation Star Spirit was?
"Ah? O-okay."
Lyra was pulled out of her chaotic thoughts. She reflexively agreed, and once the topic turned to playing music, the emotions in her heart immediately dissipated, and she became cheerful and lively again.
As an "entertainment-type Star Spirit," Lyra didn't have any other skills. Playing the harp and singing were her specialties, and all of her magic was contained within her music and songs.
Lyra stood beside the harp and began to pluck the strings. An incomparably pure sound rang out. Just the very first note was enough to calm one's emotions, making people want to seriously listen to this beautiful melody.
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