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The third Super Magic, Fairy Sphere, was the spell George least expected.
To his surprise, it turned out to be a time magic—one that solidified time around the caster, creating an impenetrable defense.
Given that, it was no wonder Makarov couldn't learn it. Time magic was already one of the most difficult types of magic to master, and even if someone wanted to learn it, they'd lack the foundational knowledge.
In this world, time magic is considered lost magic. There's simply no available knowledge or references related to it.
There's nothing to draw from.
However, for George, there was still a chance.
After all, in the world of Harry Potter, there existed various time-based spells, and he had long been researching time magic, giving him a solid foundation in the field.
Moreover, if other worlds were to appear in the future, there was a possibility they would bring new knowledge related to time magic.
"George, George! The Fantasia Parade is about to start!"
At 10 PM, George was called away from the underground library by Mirajane.
In front of the guild, everyone was already prepared. Makarov, dressed in a comical clown outfit, looked at George and laughed:
"As the next Guild Master, you'll lead the parade. I, the old master, will follow at the rear. We'll walk a full circle around the entire Magnolia City, and then it's over."
"Understood."
Electricity crackled across George's entire body.
"Thunder Giant!"
A Thunder Giant, over two hundred meters tall, rose from the ground. George enlarged himself, standing atop the giant's head. With a sweep of his paw, he announced:
"Fairy Tail's Fantasia Parade begins now!"
"Let's go!"
Everyone cheered in unison. The performance convoy followed closely behind George, moving along Magnolia's main avenue.
Meanwhile, the town's residents and visiting tourists had long been waiting in anticipation.
When they saw the two-hundred-meter Thunder Giant and George atop its head, they erupted in excitement, shouting with awe—it was a truly breathtaking sight.
Countless fireworks lit up the sky above the city. Within the parade, the guild's mages showcased their unique talents, each contributing their own touch of brilliance.
Cana's dazzling magic cards danced in the air. Macao's purple flames and Wakaba's smoke rings painted heart shapes in the sky.
Levy, Lucy, and Evergreen performed a joyful dance atop the convoy's high platform. Erza, clad in a beautiful set of armor, flew through the air, controlling magical weapons with precision.
Gray crafted a magnificent ice-sculpted castle. Behind it, Juvia manipulated water to form the Fairy Tail emblem, while Natsu's fiery breath exploded like fireworks in the sky.
The entire town was enveloped in dazzling magic—a scene of wonder and dreams.
Two days later, George bid farewell to everyone in the guild and set off for the Northern Continent to take on the fabled 100-Year Quest.
As for the exact nature of the quest, even Makarov didn't know. All he knew was that it had been issued by the oldest mage guild in the Northern Continent—Magia Dragon—and that it was primarily related to dragons.
"Make haste—full speed ahead!"
Spreading his wings and soaring into the sky, George unleashed his full speed, flying toward the Northern Continent.
Normally, traveling there by ship would take over a month, but he couldn't afford to waste that much time at sea.
He had to obtain a Dragon Crystal within two months and merge the strengths of dragons from three different worlds. Only then could he attain the most suitable dragon form during his Animagus transformation.
And so, after flying tirelessly over the ocean for three days and nights, he finally caught sight of the Northern Continent.
"The landscapes really are quite different across continents."
Landing along the coast, he ate a little and rested briefly. Seeing fish with wings in the sky and all sorts of bizarre creatures and plants on land, George couldn't help but sigh in amazement.
"First things first, I need to find Gildarts."
Rather than going straight to Magia Dragon to accept the 100-Year Quest, he began by using a tracking charm to locate Gildarts.
Back at the guild, he had already cast a tracking charm on Gildarts, and through it, had confirmed indirectly that Gildarts was still alive.
Normally, if the target of a tracking charm dies, the spell loses its ability to track.
After casting the tracking charm, if there was no response, it most likely meant one of three things: the target was either dead, sealed, or the enemy had detected and blocked the spell.
However, if the spell responded normally, it could be confirmed with absolute certainty that the target was still alive.
It was precisely because of this that George ultimately decided to take on the 100-Year Quest and search for clues about dragons.
If even someone as powerful as Gildarts—whose strength surpassed Makarov's—had died on the mission, George would have seriously reconsidered whether it was worth risking his life by coming to the Northern Continent.
Why didn't he go straight to Magia Dragon? Why search for Gildarts first?
Naturally, it was because he was cautious.
Gildarts had failed to complete the quest after three years, which indicated the difficulty was extremely high. Moreover, George had no intelligence whatsoever on Magia Dragon, the continent's oldest magic guild.
Rather than blindly accepting a mission, it was better to locate Gildarts first and understand the general situation before making a move.
Besides, given his speed and the tracking charm, he could definitely find Gildarts within a day.
"Reveal Direction – Gildarts Clive!"
As a golden arrow appeared, George spread his wings once more and soared into the sky.
Flying above the Northern Continent, he observed the scenery below. There were many towns here too, and the level of magical civilization seemed roughly equivalent to that of the Eastern Continent. However, unlike the Eastern Continent, the train system here was far less developed, with only a few scattered lines in existence.
Five hours later, deep within a desolate mountain range, George—following the golden arrow—suddenly braked sharply in mid-air, his eyes wide with shock as he cried out:
"It's a dragon!!!"
That's right—he was now staring at a massive black dragon circling in the sky ahead.
The dragon's aura was terrifying—so much so that even with George's current strength, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. His instincts screamed at him.
If he were to fight that black dragon, he would almost certainly be beaten to death—brutally.
"Are all the dragons in this world this strong?"
He had expected the Northern Continent might harbor living dragons. While dragons were considered mere legends, both Natsu and Gajeel had been raised by dragons and had learned Dragon Slayer Magic from them.
Still, he hadn't anticipated that dragons in this world would be this overwhelmingly powerful.
In terms of overall strength, George was easily at the level of a Saint Ten Wizard—among the best of the best.
Based on Makarov's assessment, George's power now rivaled that of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Eastern Continent.
Yet in the face of the black dragon before him, he felt completely outmatched.
Even the dragons of Middle-earth or Sauron himself had never given him such an intense sense of danger.
"Looks like killing a dragon to forge a Dragon Crystal won't be that easy…"
George immediately suppressed all traces of his magical presence and used the Disillusionment Charm to vanish from view, determined not to be discovered.
At the same time, he prepared to Apparate at a moment's notice if necessary.
"Purify Evil, Reveal Truth – Heaven's Day!"
Just then, a furious roar echoed across the mountains. George turned to see an orange-haired middle-aged man leap skyward from a hilltop, his fist aimed straight at the black dragon.
"Such powerful magic—that's Gildarts!"
(End of Chapter)