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The words in his mind made Noah take a deep breath, and he was filled with awe.
Being in Earth Land, and having learned from the Celestial Spirit King that the World Will had once rejected the "Otherworld Wish" from entering its domain, Noah knew that he, as the user of Wish Magic, had definitely been exposed to the World Will's scrutiny.
Noah had initially thought that the World Will would seek him out, since he—having gained Magnetic Field Power—was a dangerous and unstable factor. If the World Will could intercept the Otherworld Wish because it felt threatened, it could naturally also expel Noah, the source.
But the reality was that nothing happened.
It was as if the World Will had forgotten about him.
However, now the World Will had actively contacted Noah because of Wendy's wish.
Can you believe it? The powerful and mysterious World Will would actually reach out to someone because a little girl wished for a "voluptuous figure."
And it even said "petite is also cute"... Could this World Will be a lolicon?
Looking at Wendy, who seemed a bit nervous due to his actions, Noah thought of the World Will's final sharp comment: "what even fate cannot make rise." Doesn't this mean that Wendy is destined to be flat-chested her entire life? Indeed, the more voluptuous the dream, the harsher the reality.
Since the World Will had spoken, Noah could only pretend not to see Wendy's wish request. Anyway, with his All-Creation Magic, he didn't need to acquire any other Dragon Slayer Magic.
Moreover, the World Will seemed to bear Noah no ill will.
Could it be that the Celestial Spirit King intervened?
Noah didn't know. But then again, why would Wendy have such a wish? She was only an eleven-year-old child, a little sprout who had just entered puberty...
Through the transparent glass railing, Noah saw Cana downstairs, wearing revealing clothes as a part-time waitress. Her unreservedly curvaceous figure immediately made Noah understand.
Many women in this world, especially female mages, dressed quite boldly. The degree of exposure for some individuals was so extreme that describing it as provocative would be too conservative.
And Fairy Tail was a guild with many beautiful women. Apart from Levy and Wendy, all the other female members had impressive figures, each with their own unique appeal.
Being surrounded by these well-endowed older sisters every day, no matter how pure and innocent Wendy was, she would inevitably develop some unnecessary fantasies.
For example: wanting an alluring, voluptuous figure.
This was not a thought a child should have. So, the harm Fairy Tail posed to young girls was immeasurable...
"Getting bigger is still a bit too early for you, Wendy. But if you drink more papaya milk, perhaps... maybe... possibly... probably... you'll get the figure you want."
Noah's slightly pitying gaze and his nonsensical rambling left Wendy feeling confused.
"Brother Noah, I'm little, but I'm not an idiot."
The little girl pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction. "Brother, what exactly do you want? If you're here to tease me, then I'm going to tell Porlyusica."
Porlyusica, Mystogan and Noah's godmother, was the only person in this world who could make Noah behave.
Upon hearing Wendy threaten to tell on him, Noah immediately became well-behaved. "Little Wendy, I have something to ask of you. Can you teach me your Enchantment magic?"
Wendy gave Noah a speechless look. She had wondered why her usually lazy surrogate older brother was so enthusiastic today. It turned out he was after her magic.
But Wendy still answered Noah honestly.
"No, Brother Noah."
"Grandeeney once told me that because of its creator, the complete Enchantment magic can only be learned by females, and they must also have the relevant talent."
Wendy's answer left Noah somewhat disappointed. So he didn't even have the qualifications to learn Enchantment magic... If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered.
Earlier, hearing that Wendy was going out with her friends on the weekend, Noah gave Wendy 100,000 Jewels in pocket money, considering it payment for the question.
Watching the little girl happily skip downstairs, Noah casually found a sofa in the lounge area and sat down to think.
Although Enchantment magic was out of reach, Noah did gain something valuable.
That was that the creator of Enchantment magic was female.
For many magic creators, let alone their gender, even their names had been buried in the dust of history, untraceable to this day.
Enchantment magic appeared more than four hundred years ago, and Noah highly suspected that its creator was also the pioneer of Dragon Slayer Magic.
If his conjecture was true, then the female mage who created Enchantment and Dragon Slayer Magic was absolutely no less remarkable in strength and wisdom than Roubaul and Zeref back then.
Unfortunately, human life is ultimately limited, and circumstances are unpredictable.
Not everyone can live for four hundred years like the Black Wizard.
But to not even leave behind a single related deed—this female mage's end was likely quite tragic. Otherwise, why would even her existence be erased?
You know, even though Roubaul's tribe was wiped out, records concerning the Nirvit clan still circulate to this day, leading ambitious individuals like Brain to discover the existence of Nirvana.
Just as Noah's thoughts drifted, Mira came up. "Noah, the Thunder God Tribe is here. If you want Freed's help, go now. If the Thunder God Tribe goes out on another mission, you won't be able to find him."
Noah responded, "Don't worry. A mere rabid fan of Laxus—I can handle him easily."
"If Laxus heard that, he'd definitely fight you."
Mira chuckled. She knew that the rebellious Lightning Dragon Slayer in the guild actually cared deeply about his devoted fans. If the Thunder God Tribe were bullied, Laxus would one hundred percent stand up for them.
As he reached the stairwell, Noah suddenly remembered Makarov. "Mira, has the old man not returned yet?"
"Not yet. It's normal for the Guild Master to take a while when he visits friends."
Central Ishgar.
This was originally a vast desert, but now it had been overtaken by trees and flowers, leaving only a moderately sized arid area.
All of this was not natural change, but the marvel of magic—from the hands of a legendary mage who loved nature, a veteran of the Ten Wizard Saints: Warrod Sequen.
In the manor surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers, the tree-like elder leisurely watered flowers with a watering can. It was unclear if his hand was shaking or if he was distracted, but the water accidentally splashed onto the short, elderly man beside him.
Now the bald spot truly became a Mediterranean. Makarov, who had been drenched, spoke with a tone full of helplessness. "Uncle Warrod, was that on purpose this time, or an accident?"
Warrod awkwardly turned the watering can away. "Hahaha, sorry about that, little Makarov. It's your fault for not growing an inch in decades—still the same height as when you were ten."
Although Makarov was already over eighty, in front of the over-one-hundred-twenty-year-old Warrod, he could only endure it.
He realized that his playful uncle had deliberately been "accidental."
Sighing, Makarov, who had been staying at the manor for a week, once again asked the purpose of his visit. "Uncle Warrod, what exactly is on Tenrou Island that attracts the Black Wizard? I need to return to the guild. Don't fob me off with terrible jokes anymore."
Hearing that Makarov was about to leave, Warrod stopped watering the flowers. The smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complex depth. "Little Makarov, do you truly want to know? The truth might be difficult for you to accept."
Makarov was speechless. He didn't believe the truth could be harder to accept than all the terrible jokes Warrod had told him this past week.
"Because Mavis is buried on Tenrou Island."
Makarov frowned, not understanding why the First Guild Master was mentioned. Was Warrod going to tell another bad joke?
Warrod looked up at the sky, seemingly recalling something. The sky was no different from when he was young, but he was already very old, and his friends were leaving one by one.
"Little Makarov, do you know? Mavis, Precht, Yuri, and I—our magic was all taught by the Black Wizard."
"After that, we established Fairy Tail. So we are the purest Dark Guild, you know~"
He spoke of astonishing past events in a joking tone.
Unfortunately, Makarov, who had been joked with for a week, didn't believe him at all. "What time is it, Uncle Warrod, and you're still playing with me?"
Warrod froze for a moment, then realized that he had perhaps joked a bit too much with his little nephew recently, leading to a minor trust crisis.
A wry smile hung on his face, and the old tree-man sighed softly.
"This time, it's not a joke, Makarov."
"It was Mavis who persuaded him to guide us in magic back then. Their relationship was very close..."
"I'll go home with you. It's been a long time since I visited some old friends."