Chapter 89 The Cradle of Light and Darkness Fighting Goblin Seven - The Spectator
"oh……"
In the trial field reconstructed by "Universe One", Irene's face showed some admiration as she rotated her scepter with ease to receive Erza's continuous costume changes.
Compared to the time when she 'ran away from home', the girl who is now recognized by the public and has the reputation of 'Fairy Queen' has indeed grown a lot.
But if that's all, it's still far from Irene's 'ideal'.
"...It's really amazing to be able to master equipment with so many attributes at the same time, but..."
"Is this the only level of awareness and persistence you have?"
"--snort!"
Gritting her teeth unwillingly, Erza knew that her mother was very strong.
She once heard the more mysterious leader girl mention that in terms of the continent of Ishgar alone, Irene could be ranked among the top three strong people.
At that time, Erza didn't understand what this concept was, but now, she can fully feel the gap.
If this continues, there is no way to get the ‘answer’.
Moreover, she was also worried about her companions who had been transferred away.
(What to do...?!)
But just when Erza was anxious about being unable to break through Erin's defense, the other party stopped what she was doing with a look of surprise on her face.
As if communicating with someone, Irene put her hand in front of her forehead and raised her head to look at the sky.
At the same time, Urrutia, who stubbornly ignored the "Arc of Time" and used his not-so-skilled "Ice Shaping Magic" to compete with the Gray brothers, and Bu, who was in a tough battle against Jura's overnight alliance.
Lan Tish also noticed something was wrong.
The strange island-shaped cube flew over the "Sea of Gas Trees" and dropped countless black spots.
The army from "Hades" is about to give this trial field a devilish color!
"...What's with that ambiguous answer? I don't remember taking anything from you."
Maintaining an indifferent tone, Zella simply denied the black-haired boy's lies.
You must know that Zeref's things are either "Devil's Book" or "Dark Magic". These things that Zella avoids are all destroyed easily when he sees them, so how can he "steal" them.
You said that you, an emperor of the Western Continent, don't just stay in your own territory and play the so-called 'King's Game', but you insist on wandering in the enemy's land all the time.
In addition, the sleeping Mavis is protected by her in the "Star Spirit Realm", and there is no "Fairy Heart" worthy of being coveted by the Black Mage in this world.
"Well...is that so...but...it doesn't matter whether it is intentional or not...anyway..."
The black-haired boy, whose expression fell silent and a glint flashed in his eyes, rambled on incomprehensible words.
Zera frowned again at Zeref's weird behavior.
Logically speaking, when we last met, this young man who carried the curse of contradiction was still full of confusion and was not as aggressive as he is now.
Or is it because these changes were caused by Zera's premature defeat of Akunololia? This possibility is not impossible...
There were so many violations that the scene became eerily quiet for a while.
Both Zella and Zeref seemed to be immersed in their own thoughts.
…
"Ah! That's enough! Who are you all! Please tell me clearly!"
"——!"
The manic roar disrupted the flow of the air, and Natsu, who couldn't stand the atmosphere, rushed out anyway.
He felt that this battle was too frustrating, not to mention that anyone who ran out here seemed to be extremely powerful. What was even more strange was that until now, they couldn't even confirm whether they were enemies or friends.
It was too uncomfortable for him!
(...This guy is still the same...)
He sighed with emotion, now that the 'trial' can no longer continue, there is really no need to hide it from them.
Zella also knew that her appearance was unconvincing, so she simply adopted the most direct method.
Stretching out his right hand and snapping his fingers, the black magic thread turned into starlight and dispersed, and a brown-haired girl who was two years younger than the Black Wing image appeared in front of everyone.
"...?"
"——?!"
“Ahhhhhh——!!!!”
As Zela returned to her original state, the three people who had seen her identity opened their eyes wide and screamed.
"Mom's friend?!"
"This smell...I remember it!! You were the flame girl at that time!!"
"First Generation?!"
Lucy came to see her mother's friend in her memory, Natsu recalled the fear of being dominated by the iron fist of fire when he was a child, and Gildarts had seen the mysterious first-generation president who defeated the Black Dragon of the Apocalypse not long ago. All the dots and lines are there.
At this moment, everyone focused on the girl in front of them.
"Does this make it clear?"
Stretching out his left hand and showing the same coat of arms as theirs on the back of his hand, Zella smiled.
"………………………………"
"You know what the hell!!!!"
Regarding the girl's attitude of trying to get away with it, several people roared in unison.
Doesn’t this explain nothing at all?!
"...Ahaha...I understand, I will explain it carefully later..."
Pushing hands to calm down Natsu and the others who were approaching, Zera, who knew it was her fault, made a promise with a wry smile.
But this is also because now is not the time to laugh and have a good chat.
When Natsu's shout resounded throughout the audience, Zera was not the only one who was 'awakened'.
"...Natsu...Natsu...woo...!"
Holding his head in pain, Zeref's breath became unstable again.
The deep dark aura grew higher and higher, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.
(what happened?!)
After waving her hand to stop her excited companions, Zella was now certain that there must have been changes in Zeref that she didn't know about.
Even if Natsu was his resurrected brother, four hundred years of waiting and accumulation would not make his emotions fluctuate so strangely.
Fortunately, when this aura was about to reach its peak, from an angle that Zeira couldn't see, Zeref's eyes flashed red again, stabilizing the fluctuations on his body.
"Huh...huh..."
Panting heavily, he took a step forward. The black-haired boy, who had finally suppressed something, straightened up again.
On the face whose expression was unclear, the originally dark pupils had turned red.
(…)
(This sense of oppression...could it be...)
The current feeling of Zeref is not so much that he is longing for his own death, but rather that he is spreading death.
And the flash of breath just now reminded the stunned Zera of an unpleasant experience.