The following morning, I allowed myself the rare luxury of sleeping in.
Not by much, perhaps an hour past my usual waking time but after months of relentless training that began before dawn every single day, it felt strangely refreshing.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing my room in a warm golden glow as a cool morning breeze drifted through the slightly opened window.
For once, there was no booming voice from Father ordering me onto the training grounds, nor the familiar pressure of having to push my body beyond its limits.
Instead, there was only silence.
“…I guess even heroes deserve a day off every now and then.”
A small smile crept onto my lips as I stretched leisurely, feeling every muscle loosen with a satisfying series of pops.
My body felt light, proof that all those months of training had not been in vain.
Today wasn’t a day for exhausting drills.
It was my first day as a member of Fairy Tail.
After washing up and changing into a fresh set of clothes, I stepped outside into the crisp morning air.
The training yard glistened with dew, and the familiar scent of grass and damp earth greeted me.
Even if today was special, skipping training entirely would only make me feel restless.
“Just enough to wake the body.”
I picked up my staff from the rack and began my usual warm-up.
A few laps around the estate.
Stretching.
Basic footwork.
Then came a series of fluid staff swings, each movement precise yet relaxed.
Whoosh!
The wooden staff sliced cleanly through the air.
A simple combination flowed naturally into the next, my body moving almost on instinct.
Occasionally, faint magical runes flickered beneath my feet as I practiced maintaining my magic power circulation while moving, though only for a few moments before letting them fade.
No intense sparring.
No grueling endurance training.
Just enough to keep my body sharp.
After nearly thirty minutes, I rested the staff over my shoulder and let out a satisfied breath.
“That should do.”
Today’s battle wasn’t against exhaustion.
It was about making a good first impression.
The aroma of freshly baked bread drifted through the mansion long before I reached the dining room.
As expected, Mother and Father were already seated at the table.
Mother looked up from her tea with a gentle smile.
“Good morning, Luke.”
“Morning, Mother.”
Father glanced over the rim of his newspaper before smirking.
“So… the prodigy actually overslept.”
“Every great mage knows the value of strategic recovery.”
“Haha.” Father chuckled, folding the newspaper.
“Sounds like an excuse.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“Sure, It did.”
For a brief moment, the room was filled with quiet laughter.
The maid soon served breakfast, a generous spread of toasted bread, scrambled eggs, roasted sausages, fresh fruit, and warm soup.
It wasn’t extravagant, but it was more than enough to start the day.
As we ate, the conversation naturally drifted toward today’s plans.
“So,” Father began, taking a sip of coffee, “today’s the big day.”
I nodded.
“My first day at Fairy Tail.”
Mother placed her teacup down gently.
“Are you nervous?”
“A little.”
That wasn’t entirely true.
If anything, I was more excited than nervous.
Fairy Tail.
The guild I’d only watched through a screen in my previous life.
The place filled with legendary mages, lifelong friendships, ridiculous brawls, and enough property damage to bankrupt a small nation.
And now…
I was actually going there.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured them with a smile.
After finishing my breakfast, I wiped my mouth with a napkin before speaking.
“I’ll head to the guild by myself today.”
Mother and Father exchanged a brief glance.
Neither of them answered immediately.
Father leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
“You sure?”
“I know the way.”
“You do.”
Mother looked thoughtful before giving a small nod.
“I suppose it’s about time.”
Father sighed dramatically.
“Our little boy is growing up.”
“…You’re making it sound like I’m moving out.”
“You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s impossible considering I’m the one being talked about.”
Mother couldn’t help but laugh.
“Just don’t stay out too late.”
Father raised a finger.
“And be home before eight tonight.”
I nodded without complaint.
“I will.”
It was a perfectly reasonable condition.
Despite everything, my memories from another world, my mature way of thinking, and the magic I had spent months mastering, I was still only a child in their eyes.
And honestly, I didn’t mind.
They worried because they cared.
They trusted me enough to let me walk into Magnolia on my own, yet still wanted to know I’d return home safely before nightfall.
It was such an ordinary thing.
A simple request from loving parents.
Something I hadn’t realized I’d missed until I had the chance to experience it again.
A warm feeling settled quietly in my chest.
“…Yeah.” I smiled to myself.
“I’ll be back before eight.”
With Father’s approving nod and Mother’s affectionate smile following me to the front door, I slung my staff across my back, adjusted the small satchel hanging at my side, and stepped outside.
The morning sun hung high above Magnolia, its golden rays illuminating the road ahead.
Taking a slow breath, I looked toward the city where the famous guild awaited me.
“My Fairy Tail story…” I couldn’t help but grin.
“…starts today.”
The walk from our estate to Magnolia always took me around forty minutes.
Well…
if I walked at a normal pace, it would probably take much less.
The reason it always stretched to forty minutes was simple, I couldn’t resist taking my time.
The road winding toward the town was peaceful, bordered by endless fields of emerald grass that swayed gently beneath the morning breeze.
Wildflowers painted the roadside with splashes of yellow, blue, and crimson, while towering trees stretched their branches overhead, allowing scattered rays of sunlight to dance across the dirt path.
Every now and then, I would hear the cheerful chirping of birds hidden among the leaves, accompanied by the distant hum of insects and the rustling of branches whenever the wind decided to play.
It was…
calming.
In my previous life, I never had the luxury of enjoying something so simple.
Every day had been a race against time.
Even when beautiful scenery surrounded me, I barely spared it a glance.
There was always somewhere I had to be, something I had to finish, another worry waiting just around the corner.
But this life was different.
There were no packed train stations, no blaring car horns, no endless notifications demanding my attention.
Just fresh air, open skies, and the gentle rhythm of nature.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I could simply…
walk.
I found myself smiling without realizing it.
‘I really have all the time in the world now.’
There was no need to rush.
If I wanted to stop beneath a tree and admire the scenery, I could.
If I wanted to listen to the birds for a few minutes, no one would complain.
It was a peaceful freedom I had never experienced before, and I intended to savor every moment of it.
Eventually, the towering gates of Magnolia came into view.
Even from a distance, I could hear the bustling sounds of the city.
Merchants called out to passing customers, wagons rumbled over the stone roads, children laughed as they chased one another through the streets, and the rich aroma of freshly baked bread drifted through the air, carried by the wind.
As I approached the entrance, two town guards standing watch immediately noticed the white Fairy Tail emblem on my left shoulder.
One of them raised an eyebrow before offering a friendly smile.
“Name?”
“Luke Valenhart.”
The guard gave a small nod after recognizing the name.
“Go right ahead.”
That was it.
No lengthy questioning.
No inspection of my belongings.
Just a simple confirmation before the gates opened for me.
I couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Fairy Tail really was beloved in Magnolia.
Sure, the guild had a reputation for leaving behind spectacular amounts of property damage whenever its members got into trouble, but whenever danger threatened the town, they were always the first to step forward without hesitation.
To the people of Magnolia, Fairy Tail wasn’t just another guild, it was their family, their shield, and the pride of the city.
The moment I stepped inside, the vibrant atmosphere wrapped around me like a warm embrace.
The streets overflowed with life.
Market stalls lined both sides of the road, displaying colorful fruits, vegetables, handcrafted accessories, enchanted trinkets, and freshly baked pastries that looked far too tempting.
Shopkeepers enthusiastically advertised their goods while travelers, merchants, and mages from every corner of Fiore filled the streets with lively conversations.
The scent of grilled meat mixed with sweet desserts lingered in the air, making my stomach grumble despite having eaten before leaving home.
Children darted through the crowd, laughing as they played tag, while couples strolled leisurely through the marketplace.
Somewhere in the distance, a street musician played a cheerful melody that blended perfectly with the city’s constant bustle.
There was so much to see.
So much to experience.
For a brief moment, I was tempted to wander aimlessly through every street and alley, exploring every shop and hidden corner Magnolia had to offer.
But I shook my head with a small chuckle.
‘Later.’
There was no reason to rush.
This city wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I.
I had all the time in the world to explore Magnolia, one street at a time.
Today, however, there was only one destination on my mind.
With renewed determination, I adjusted my pace and headed straight toward the Fairy Tail Guild Hall, the familiar emblem proudly displayed on my shoulder as the lively sounds of Magnolia followed behind me.
The moment I stepped through the massive wooden doors of the Fairy Tail guild hall, I instinctively tensed, half-expecting to be greeted by overturned tables, flying mugs, and mages trying to knock each other’s heads off.
Instead, an almost unfamiliar calm settled over the building.
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm golden beams across the polished wooden floor.
A handful of guild members occupied scattered tables, quietly enjoying breakfast or reading the morning newspaper while sipping steaming cups of coffee.
The usual roar of laughter and the deafening sounds of fists meeting faces were nowhere to be heard.
The air was instead filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread, sizzling bacon, and sweet maple syrup drifting from the kitchen.
‘It’s only nine in the morning, I thought as I glanced around the spacious hall.
That probably explains it.’
From everything Father had told me, Fairy Tail’s notorious troublemakers rarely woke before noon unless they had accepted an early request.
Most of the rowdy mages were likely still asleep, recovering from whatever drinking contest or reckless adventure had taken place the previous night.
‘A peaceful Fairy Tail…
that’s surprisingly nice.’
A small smile crept onto my face.
‘Looks like if I ever want to visit without risking getting caught in someone’s bar fight, coming this early is the best choice.’
The moment I stepped through the massive wooden doors of the Fairy Tail guild hall, I instinctively tensed, half-expecting to be greeted by overturned tables, flying mugs, and mages trying to knock each other’s heads off.
Instead, an almost unfamiliar calm settled over the building.
Making my way toward the long wooden counter, I spotted the familiar barkeeper polishing a row of crystal glasses until they gleamed under the morning light.
She noticed my approach almost immediately and greeted me with a gentle, welcoming smile.
“Good morning, Luke.”
“Good morning,” I replied with a respectful nod.
She chuckled softly.
“You’re here awfully early today.”
“I figured mornings would be… quieter.”
“Smart choice,” she laughed.
“Give it another couple of hours, and this place will be loud enough to shake the walls.”
We exchanged a few more casual words, the conversation flowing naturally.
Despite only meeting her once before, she carried herself with the warm hospitality of someone who had spent years welcoming every kind of mage through Fairy Tail’s doors.
her name is Dalia, 40 year-old helper here in Fairy tail, a normal person with no magic.
she is the one cooking and working in the bar most of the time.
i guess before Mira was here she is the who works here.
After our brief chat, I decided not to waste any more time.
“Actually,” I began, “I came to see Master Makarov. Would you happen to know where he is?”
She nodded without hesitation.
“The Master’s in his office. He’s been taking care of paperwork since earlier this morning.”
“I see.” I gave a polite bow.
“Would it be alright if I spoke with him?”
“Of course.” She set the glass she had been polishing back onto the shelf before stepping out from behind the counter.
“Come with me. I’ll take you there.”
“Thank you.”
Following behind her, I walked deeper into the guild hall.
The lively chatter of the few early-rising members gradually faded behind us as we headed toward a quieter section of the building.
The hallway was lined with framed photographs, old guild memorabilia, and faded request posters from years gone by, each one telling a story of Fairy Tail’s long and colorful history.
At the very end of the corridor stood a sturdy wooden door reinforced with iron bands.
A polished brass nameplate was mounted at eye level, its engraved letters catching the morning light.
Guild Master Makarov.
Then Dalia stopped in front of the door before turning to me with another friendly smile.
“He’s inside.”
After thanking the barkeeper for her help, I gave her a small nod of appreciation.
She smiled politely before returning to the counter, leaving me alone in the quiet hallway.
I raised my hand and knocked three times.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Almost immediately, a familiar voice answered from the other side.
“Come in.”
Without wasting another second, I turned the brass handle and quietly stepped inside.
The room was modest but carried an undeniable sense of authority.
Shelves lined with books, scrolls, and old documents filled the walls, while a large wooden desk stood near the window where the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains.
Stacks of paperwork were piled neatly across the desk, and behind them sat the Guild Master himself.
Master Makarov.
The elderly man was busily signing documents with practiced ease, his expression serious as his pen danced across the pages.
I closed the door behind me before offering a respectful bow.
“Good morning, Master.”
The scratching of his pen came to a stop.
Makarov lifted his gaze from the mountain of paperwork and looked directly at me.
A warm smile slowly spread across his face, replacing the stern expression he had worn moments earlier.
I closed the door behind me before offering a respectful bow.
“Good morning, Master.”
The scratching of his pen came to a stop.
Makarov lifted his gaze from the mountain of paperwork and looked directly at me.
A warm smile slowly spread across his face, replacing the stern expression he had worn moments earlier.
“Good morning, Luke.”
He set the document aside and leaned comfortably against his chair.
“So, today’s your first official day as a Fairy Tail mage.” His smile widened with grandfatherly warmth.
“If you’ve got any questions about working in the guild, don’t hesitate to ask. That’s what I’m here for.”
His tone was casual and welcoming, making the atmosphere far less intimidating than I had expected.
I gave a small nod before asking the question I had prepared.
“In that case… is there any quest you’d recommend for someone on their first day?”
“Hm?”
“Before worrying about which quest to take,” he began, “you should first understand how guild work actually operates.”
He folded his hands atop the desk as he patiently explained.
“Our request board is divided into different job classifications based on difficulty. The lowest is D-Class, followed by C-Class, B-Class, A-Class…” He paused briefly before continuing.
“Each rank exists because not every job carries the same level of danger or responsibility.”
He pointed toward the guild hall outside, where countless request papers were pinned to the large quest board.
“D-Class requests are simple jobs. Delivering packages, gathering herbs, helping farmers harvest crops, repairing fences, searching for lost pets… work that even inexperienced mages can safely handle. Most can be finished within an hour or two, maybe half a day if you’re unlucky.”
I nodded silently, listening carefully.
“C-Class requests require a bit more combat ability and judgment.
B-Class missions become significantly more dangerous, often involving monsters or troublesome criminals.
By the time you reach A-Class…” he said, his expression becoming noticeably more serious, “…you’re expected to deal with threats that ordinary mages simply can’t handle.
Those assignments can last several days, sometimes even weeks depending on the circumstances.”
His explanation matched what I already knew from watching Fairy Tail, but I maintained an attentive expression.
There was no reason to interrupt him or pretend I knew everything.
“The reward increases alongside the difficulty,” Makarov continued.
“The harder and more dangerous the request, the greater the payment. High-ranking missions aren’t just dangerous—they also carry greater responsibility. One mistake can cost lives.”
“I understand,” I replied with another nod.
Makarov seemed satisfied before continuing.
“And then…”
His voice lowered ever so slightly.
“There are S-Class missions.”
I feigned a curious expression.
“S-Class?”
He smiled knowingly before shaking his head.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you much about those just yet.
Only mages who have earned the qualifications to become S-Class are permitted to accept those requests.
Until then…” he chuckled, “…there’s no need for you to worry about them.”
“I see.”
In reality, I already knew exactly what S-Class missions were.
They were the guild’s highest-risk assignments—missions so dangerous that even veteran mages hesitated before accepting them.
They weren’t jobs that ordinary guild members could simply pick from the board.
Still, I merely nodded as though hearing about them for the first time.
There was no benefit in acting like a walking encyclopedia.
Yes, I was confident in my knowledge, but confidence and arrogance were separated by a very thin line.
Nobody enjoyed being around someone who constantly acted as if they knew better than everyone else.
Besides, there were plenty of things in this world that differed from the anime I remembered.
Listening instead of showing off would only benefit me in the long run.
Makarov gave an approving nod, seemingly pleased by my attitude.
“Since this is your first day,” he said, “I’d recommend starting with a few D-Class requests. Get used to how quests work, learn how to report your completion, and familiarize yourself with the guild’s system. There’s no need to rush.”
He smiled kindly, almost like a grandfather offering advice to his grandson.
“Take things one step at a time. Fairy Tail isn’t going anywhere.”
A small smile naturally formed on my face.
“I understand, Master.”
For now, there was no reason to chase glory.
Every legendary mage had once started with their very first quest.
Master Makarov stroked his beard thoughtfully before pulling out a small stack of quest requests from the counter.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he spread them across the wooden desk, each sheet bearing a different task.
Some involved driving monsters away from nearby roads, others required escorting merchants through dangerous routes, while a few demanded the capture of troublesome bandits.
My gaze wandered from one request to another until it stopped on a rather ordinary-looking sheet tucked beneath the others.
Herb Gathering.
Compared to the monster extermination requests, it looked almost laughably simple.
The task was to collect several medicinal herbs that grew in the forest just outside the town.
Something about it caught my interest.
A smile slowly formed on my face.
This one.”
Master Makarov followed my finger before letting out a small chuckle.
“An interesting choice.”
I nodded.
“I figured it would be a good place to start. Besides…” I picked up the request and glanced over the list of herbs that needed gathering.
“…I want to learn more about the plants growing around Fiore. Knowing which herbs heal wounds, cure poisons, or can be used in potions seems like useful knowledge for a mage.”
It wasn’t just about earning my first reward.
The world I had been reincarnated into was vast, and if I wanted to survive in it, understanding nature was just as important as mastering magic.
The sooner I learned to distinguish between them, the better prepared I’d be for whatever adventures awaited me.
Another reason made the request even more appealing.
The gathering location was only a short walk from Magnolia.
It was close enough that I wouldn’t have to venture deep into dangerous territory, making it the perfect opportunity to familiarize myself with the forests surrounding the town while completing my first official guild job.
Master Makarov gave an approving nod before stamping the request with Fairy Tail’s guild seal.
“A wise decision. Too many young mages rush headfirst into dangerous jobs because they want to look impressive. The ones who survive are usually those who know how to take things one step at a time.”
I carefully folded the request and slipped it into my bag, unable to hide the excitement building inside me.
It might have been nothing more than a simple herb-gathering quest.
But to me It was the very first step of my journey as a Fairy Tail mage.
Quest request in hand, I quietly stepped out of Master Makarov’s office, the old wooden door closing behind me with a soft click.
Rather than rushing straight toward the quest location, I turned my feet toward the guild’s bar.
Charging into an unfamiliar job without preparation was a mistake only amateurs made.
In my previous life, and even more so in this one.
I had learned that information could be just as valuable as strength.
Sometimes, knowing what awaited you was the difference between a successful mission and an unnecessary trip to the infirmary.
Behind the counter, Dalia was busy arranging bottles and wiping polished mugs until they gleamed under the warm lantern light.
Hearing my footsteps, she looked up with a gentle smile, as though she had already guessed why I had come.
Since she had worked in Fairy Tail for many years, she had become something of an unofficial encyclopedia.
If there was anyone in the guild who knew the local area better than most adventurers, it was her.
When I explained the quest I had accepted, Dalia nodded knowingly before sharing everything she could remember.
“The Dewbell Flowers grow on the eastern side of town,” she began.
“The area is peaceful during the day, but once the sun begins to set, packs of wolves roam through the forest looking for prey. They aren’t especially powerful, but they’re troublesome in numbers.”
She fixed me with a serious look.
“So don’t linger. Finish gathering before evening if you want to avoid unnecessary trouble.”
I nodded, silently committing her warning to memory.
She then pulled out an old botanical guide and opened it to a carefully illustrated page.
The flower depicted there resembled a small white bell, its delicate petals shimmering with tiny droplets of morning dew that gave it its name.
“This is the Dewbell Flower,” she explained, pointing at the illustration.
“But remember this, you only harvest the blossom itself. Leave the stem and roots untouched so the plant can bloom again. Fairy Tail takes care not to exhaust the forests that provide our requests.”
Her finger shifted toward several unopened buds.
“And don’t pick these smaller ones. They’re still immature, so their medicinal properties haven’t fully developed yet. Harvesting them now would only waste them.”
The advice seemed simple, but it was exactly the sort of detail that wasn’t written on a quest sheet.
Without asking, I might have carelessly uprooted the entire plant or gathered flowers that were too young, ruining both the harvest and the quest.
As if remembering something, Dalia reached beneath the counter and produced a small pair of polished gardening scissors.
“Here,” she said, placing them into my hand.
“Use these instead of tearing the flowers off by hand. A clean cut won’t damage the plant, and it’ll bloom again much sooner. And here a satchel for collecting it”
The scissors were light but surprisingly sharp, clearly maintained with care.
Such a small tool, yet it could make all the difference, and the satchel was nice and clean.
I couldn’t help but smile.
This was exactly why gathering information mattered.
Preparation wasn’t glamorous, and it certainly didn’t make for exciting stories, but it often determined whether a mission ended smoothly or became an avoidable disaster.
“Thank you, Dalia,” I said with a respectful bow.
She simply smiled back, wishing me luck before returning to her work.
With everything I needed, the quest details, the proper harvesting method, a safe route, and even the right tool.
I tucked the scissors securely into my pouch and left the guild hall behind.
The bustling streets of Magnolia gradually gave way to quieter roads as I made my way toward the eastern outskirts of town, where the Dewbell Flowers quietly awaited beneath the afternoon sun.
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