Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

Activating super magic 'Fairy Glitter' in the game world was much simpler—no incantation needed, and casting speed was incredibly fast.

Though Nate had only been learning this super magic for about two weeks, he could only use it within the game; casting it in the real world was still quite challenging.

When Nate's consciousness returned to reality, he was back in the cozy bed of the small inn.

Next to him, he heard the sound of the 'Pokémon' animation playing, and he saw Cana still watching with rapt attention.

She noticed him waking up and turned to him, curious.

"Were you just playing a game?"

"Yeah, ran into your dad and had a match with him."

"Who won?" Cana's interest piqued.

Nate chuckled, "Who do you hope won?"

"Gildarts is really strong…" Cana pondered for a moment before smiling, "But I still hope you won."

So daughters are supposed to be their dad's pride, but here she is, hoping for my victory? Traitor!

Cana, guessing his thoughts, gave him a playful smack under the covers.

"Gildarts can be overprotective sometimes. I was just worried he'd go too hard on you."

"No need to worry—I won."

With a grin, Nate flipped himself over, pinning Cana beneath him.

Her face turned a deep red, and she whispered shyly, "What are you doing? I'm watching the show…"

But before she could finish, he pulled the covers over them again, and soon, their laughter and whispers filled the room.

"Say it…" he teased.

"Daddy," Cana giggled, muffling her laughter, "You're amazing, daddy—just be gentle!"

…

The following day.

At the Magic Council headquarters, ERA, now known as the "New Magic Council" after recent repairs, a high-priority meeting was in session.

In a grand conference room, eight council members sat on either side of a marble table, among them former chairman Crawford Seam.

The new chairman, Gran Doma, a stern man holding a curved staff and wearing a wizard's hat, began gravely:

"The incident with 'Grimoire Heart' has passed without much progress. Jura Reggie, responsible for their pursuit, has reported no results. We need to act now to regain the public's trust."

The other council members exchanged glances.

One finally spoke up: "Their base is a floating airship. Even with satellite magic, it's hard to pinpoint their location."

So what could be done? Perhaps they should focus on rounding up the other dark guilds under 'Grimoire Heart''s influence?

Gran Doma shook his head. "Let's put 'Grimoire Heart' aside. Surely, you're aware of last night's big news."

He opened a post from the MagicNet forum for everyone to see.

Former chairman Crawford frowned, recognizing the shift in topic. "What's the concern with MagicNet's 0.8 update?"

"I'm not saying there's a problem," Gran Doma replied, glaring at Crawford. "The novel and video sections are fine. The partnership with the banks for [Magic Net Pay] is extremely convenient, and the magic bank is truly a groundbreaking invention! Nate, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, has revolutionized the magic world."

Everyone knew this was just the preamble. Sure enough, his tone shifted.

"But according to forum posts, Nate's also developed a new game called [Celestial Pokémon], with a related animation already available on Magic Net."

"A new game?" an elderly councilwoman asked. "Is that an issue? [Magic Arena] was well-received."

"This is a serious concern," Gran Doma said gravely. "The information I've gathered suggests that this game will allow ordinary people to raise magic creatures, impacting reality."

Ordinary people make up the vast majority of the population, while mages are the minority. If [Celestial Pokémon] spreads, what will we call those ordinary people with magic creatures? Will they be considered mages? And should they be subject to regulation?

And if they're left unchecked, even if these 'Pokémon' seem weak now, any magic creature has potential for destruction…

"It's not that I'm deliberately targeting him—Nate just keeps bringing us trouble," Gran Doma sighed. He hadn't even warmed to the role yet, and already he was facing such issues. "Let's hear your thoughts; we need some kind of approach."

The council members started scrolling through the Magic Net forum to dig up posts about [Celestial Pokémon]. Former chairman Crawford Seim chuckled—maybe losing his position had been a blessing; otherwise, he'd be the one with a headache now. But he couldn't help wondering: if Gran Doma mishandled this, might he have a shot at returning to his former role?

"There isn't much information," said Org, now the first seat in the new council, as he raised his hand. "This game is still in limited testing in Magnolia, and it's wildly popular there."

A middle-aged councilwoman turned to him. "What are you suggesting, Org?"

"First, let's gather intelligence. Or, better yet, we could summon Nate to the council to question him directly."

Crawford shook his head. "He won't come."

"Then we'll have to conduct a covert investigation," Gran Doma decided, tapping his staff against the floor. "Come in."

A young man entered the room.

"Chairman, council members," he greeted them respectfully. "I am Doranbolt, an agent in the intelligence division."

…

At noon.

Leaving the small inn after a memorable night with Cana, Nate felt entirely refreshed. She was still asleep, catching up on rest after the late night they'd had. He'd left her a quick message before leaving:

Sigma Male: "Listen to Daddy—give up the drinking, okay?"

She hadn't replied, likely sound asleep.

When Nate arrived at the guild, he spotted Master Makarov at the bar, in conversation with Mirajane.

"Good morning, Mira. Morning, Master."

"Nate, you're just in time—I wanted to talk to you about something." Makarov hopped off the barstool with a wave, gesturing to follow. "Let's go up to the second floor."

He leapt toward the stairs but misjudged, crashing his head against a pillar with a loud thud.

Nate pretended not to notice and turned to Mira. "What's it about?"

"It's the S-Class trials," Mira sighed, resting her chin on her hand. "We've got quite a few eligible members this year, but not enough examiners."

"Isn't it not until December?"

"Yes, but the exam format changes each year, so Master wanted to get your input." Mira smiled. "He values your opinion."

"Me? But I'm one of the newcomers…" Nate said with a laugh, then climbed up to the second floor and entered the guildmaster's office.

"Master?"

Makarov sat behind his desk with a grin. "This year's S-Class exam—is it something you'd like to join?"

"Me? I'm already a Wizard Saint; why would I take the S-Class exam?"

"Of course you should participate!" Suddenly, Mavis materialized, beaming at him. "As Fourth Master, you need to earn your S-Class status here in the guild!"

Nate chuckled inwardly. 'First Master, still haven't given up on making me your successor?'

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