Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Spirit Magic?!

Chapter 83 My heart is filled with only one sun: Grandpa Makarov!

Chapter 84 My heart is only for Grandpa Makarov! (Please subscribe!)

"Moen went to the chairman's routine meeting with the old man?"

Inside the Fairy Tail guild hall, Laxus heard the news. His expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. Even if the old man asked him to go, he wouldn't go.

What kind of "local guild alliance" is this? It has limited value. There are many weak guilds in it. Some of the guild leaders might not even be able to beat him. What's the use of banding together with those weaklings?

Laxus turned and left to continue honing her skills and making final preparations for the S-Class Mage Exam.

Meanwhile, Moen had already set off with Makarov. The two had boarded the train, and Moen was quite familiar with this train route. He had been to Croba a few times before, and he had accompanied Wendy when she went to "Cat's Lodge" to visit relatives.

The train traveled north, passing through several cities before crossing the Croba Canyon and finally arriving at Croba Station.

"The meeting venue isn't in downtown Croba, it's in the suburbs, but it's not far. Let's rent a carriage and go there."

After getting off the train, Makarov spoke.

"it is good."

Moen nodded. There were many carriages waiting for passengers outside the station. After leaving the station, they easily got into a carriage. After Makarov told the driver the location, the driver immediately and skillfully started the carriage and set off.

The location of the routine meeting was actually quite remote, in the woods outside Croba. The fact that the coachman seemed to know it all by heart surprised Moen a little.

"Old drivers who have worked here for years should know how to get there. After all, the local guild alliance has been established for many years, and the venue for meetings has never changed."

Makarov explained, and Moen understood that the meeting place was a noteworthy location for the coachmen.

After the coachman sped along at breakneck speed, Moen and Makarov soon arrived at their destination. After getting off the carriage, Moen looked at the building and saw that it was a rather large and luxurious villa, like a grand hotel in the forest.

"Let's go in; I wonder how many people have already arrived."

Makarov, with his short legs, led the way, with Moen following behind. He was quite looking forward to the meeting; the hotel-like villa was very stylish.

Upon entering the villa, Moen was slightly surprised, as the interior design differed somewhat from the exterior.

To put it bluntly, the decor is a bit too simple, and it even feels somewhat disconnected from the outside. From the outside, it looks like a five-star international hotel, but inside it looks like a budget chain hotel. That's the kind of strange feeling it gives.

However, the venue is quite spacious, with large meeting and banquet halls, as well as many rooms, all of which are large suites that can accommodate several people, clearly taking into full account the possibility that the chairpersons might bring guests.

"Let's go put our luggage down first."

Moen was unfamiliar with the place, so he naturally followed Grandpa Makarov. The old man found a suite with the Fairy Tail guild logo engraved on it, which was obviously assigned in advance.

The old man always stays in the same room whenever he comes to a meeting, so he knows the way around very well.

After putting Moen's luggage in the room, Makarov didn't stay there long. It was almost evening when they arrived, and there would be a banquet that night, so it was the perfect time to go straight to the banquet hall.

Moen was cautious in his words and actions, silently following his grandfather. Along the way, they encountered many people, most of whom politely greeted Grandpa Makarov, showing great respect.

Makarov was quite approachable; he was always smiling when he spoke to anyone. At the age of eighty-two, he was known as one of the "Ten Wizard Saints" and had single-handedly brought "Fairy Tail" to its current heights. His prestige was arguably at the pinnacle of the entire Fiore Kingdom.

"This is my grandson, Moen. I brought him here to broaden his horizons."

Makarov didn't forget Moen along the way, mentioning him to everyone who greeted him. Many people brought their younger relatives with them, and Moen got to know quite a few people as a result.

Soon, a large number of people gathered in the banquet hall, including Makarov's closest circle.

Moen knew several of them, such as Goldman, the leader of "Four-Headed Hounds," and Bob, the leader of "Blue Pegasus."

These two are old friends of Grandpa Makarov, having known each other since they were young. They were also members of Fairy Tail, and they are also old acquaintances of Grandma Poliusica.

"Grandpa Goldman, Chairman Bob."

Moen greeted the two of them first. It had been a while since they had last seen each other, and he was even younger when they last met.

Goldman wore a black tricorn hat, black sunglasses, and all-black clothing. The most striking feature was the spiked collars around his neck and wrists—the kind of spiked collars usually worn by vicious dogs and hunting dogs—very distinctive.

"Little Moen? He's already so big? He's only twelve or thirteen, and he's almost as tall as me. Time really flies."

Goldman looked at Moen with a sigh. The last time they met, Moen seemed to be a seven or eight-year-old child. In the blink of an eye, he had grown up a lot. Come to think of it, he was already eighty years old this year. These old folks were getting older and older.

Next to Goldman was a short, bald, chubby man with heart-shaped lipstick and pink blush. He wore a pinkish-purple tank top and had a pair of small white wings on his back. His appearance was quite exaggerated; to put it bluntly, he was dressed as a ladyboy.

"It's been a few years, and little Moen has grown into a handsome young man! So cute!"

Matching his appearance was his demeanor; this was Bob, the president of "Azure Pegasus," who looked at Moen with a kind expression.

Seeing Bob, Moen felt a chill run down his spine. The reason Moen called Bob "Chairman" instead of calling him "Grandpa" like Goldman did was because Bob had asked Moen to call him "Grandma" during their last meeting.

Moen couldn't take it anymore, so he simply used the title "Chairman".

It has to be said that, whether in his past life or this one, Moen is not very good at dealing with this kind of person, especially since this is an elder, and a kind and even affectionate one at that, which is really a headache.

"Little Moen, what do you think about what I told you last time? Join our Blue Pegasus! Look at your magic, it's Pegasus Meteor Fist, isn't that a perfect match for us?"

"Besides, our guild is full of handsome men and beautiful women, and you're a handsome guy too, so joining our Azure Pegasus guild would be perfect for you~"

Bob leaned closer and spoke to Moen with a loving expression, one hand stroking his cheek, looking quite "alluring".

"Bobu! You bastard! You're poaching my grandson right in front of me! Don't you have any shame?!"

Bob's words infuriated Makarov, who immediately jumped up and cursed. Of the three old men, Makarov was the oldest, while Bob was the youngest, only seventy-four years old. Naturally, Makarov could freely jump up and curse.

Bob wasn't angry when he was scolded; he smiled and waved to Makarov in a very easygoing manner.

"This kind of thing should be decided by Moen himself, Makarov. Your opinion doesn't count."

As Bob spoke, he looked at Moen expectantly.

Goldman watched from the sidelines, poised like a hunting dog, ready to pounce if Moen actually agreed.

Years have passed, and little Moen has grown up incredibly fast! Just standing here, you can almost feel the vibrant life force emanating from him. What incredible luck did that old bastard Makarov have?! To actually pick up such a talented grandson?!

Goldman was genuinely envious. His guild, "Four-Headed Hounds," was the weakest of the three guilds in terms of reputation and strength, so naturally he would be even more envious of the genius magic boy.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Bob, please forgive me for refusing again, but in my heart there is only Grandpa Makarov, the sole sun!"

Facing the gazes of the three presidents, Mo En stood at attention, placed his hand on his heart, and answered resolutely.

"That kid"

Makarov was amused. He wasn't worried that Moen would be persuaded. Moen was so comfortable in Fairy Tail, warming everyone's hearts and being loved by everyone in the guild. How could he possibly want to join Blue Pegasus?

"What a pity~"

Bob shook his head helplessly, sighed slightly, and looked very hurt. This demeanor made Moen feel very uncomfortable.

But faced with this kind elder, he could only endure it, no matter how uncomfortable he felt.

"Didn't you two bring anyone with you this time?"

Makarov first laughed and mocked Bob for overestimating his abilities and trying to poach her, then asked with some curiosity.

"I brought it. Perfect, let's invite it over and get to know it."

Goldman spoke, beckoning to a spot not far away. A young man carrying a gourd-shaped wine jug quickly ran over. The young man looked no older than Moen, with his hair tied up, wearing a white headscarf, and a row of small triangles tattooed on both lower eyelids. His expression was very unrestrained and unconventional.

(End of this chapter)