AN (I think you guys know what will be in this chapter. I didn't want to make it into a huge chapter)
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Two days had passed since Natsu's first mission.
The memory of the Rat King, the scorched fields, and Natsu's wild grin as he clung to the Golden Eagle was still fresh in Lucky's mind. He'd returned to his routine of clone training and skills upgrading.
But fate, as it often did, had other plans.
As the guild was still buzzing, laughter echoing through the rafters, mugs clinking, and stories being retold louder than the last. Lucky had barely stepped through the door when Master Makarov's sharp eyes found him. The old man was seated in his usual spot on the bar counter, legs crossed, looking as if nothing in the world could surprise him, except his smile betrayed a secret he was dying to share.
And in his hand?
A mission request.
"Lucky," Makarov called, voice carrying through the rowdy guild. "Come here, brat."
The clones hanging around perked up, and even some of the guild members glanced curiously toward the Master. Lucky walked over, bowing slightly. "Yes, Master?"
Makarov handed him a sealed scroll, the wax pressed with no identifiable crest. "This came in early this morning. A request. They asked for you by name. And the reward…" His eyes twinkled with something between joy, amusement, and disbelief. "One hundred million jewels."
The entire guild went silent for a heartbeat before exploding in shouts.
"One hundred million?!"
"Oi, oi! Did I hear that right?!"
"Lucky, you sly dog, who'd you charm?!"
Lucky's own eyebrows rose. He wasn't hurting for money; his potions and tools already brought him more than enough, but that number was insane. He unrolled the scroll, scanning quickly
just as he read it.
Then his eyes widened.
Request: Emergency Healing —
Client: Heartfilia Family
Location: Heartfilia Estate, Hargeon
Reward:100,000,000 Jewels
Urgency:CRITICAL (Red Stamp)
Details: A member of the family is gravely ill. The client insists on Lucky's intervention. No other healers accepted.
His eyes narrowed at the address. Of course. The Heartfilia family estate.
Lucky rolled up the scroll again and tucked it into his coat. He turned back to Makarov with a calm smile. "Don't worry, Master. I'll handle this immediately."
Makarov leaned back, his expression softening. "Go, then. And be careful."
Outside, Lucky raised a hand. The air around him rippled as his teleportation circle spun to life. Ever since his stats had improved, distance meant almost nothing. His clones often joked that he could blink across the continent if he felt like it.
He raised a hand.
"Portal Creation."
A shimmering blue oval tore open in midair.
He stepped through.
And vanished.
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Less than a minute later, Lucky appeared before towering wrought-iron gates etched with golden filigree. The crest above them was unmistakable: Heartfilia.
A servant in a dark suit rushed forward, bowing deeply. Relief spread across his face the moment he recognized Lucky. "Sir Lucky, thank goodness. Please, come quickly. The master and madam are waiting."
The gates creaked open, revealing a sprawling driveway that seemed to stretch into infinity. A sleek, magic-powered car rolled forward, its bodywork gleaming under the sun. The servant gestured for Lucky to enter.
The interior was larger than Lucky's apartment.
Plush velvet seats.
Crystal chandeliers are embedded in the ceiling.
A mini-bar stocked with rare wines.
Lucky sat down, arms crossed.
And as the car drove along the endless driveway, he couldn't help but think:
'Damn it! Is being rich so great?! Why live in such a huge place? Just walking from the bedroom to the main gate every day would require navigation, wouldn't it? Aren't you afraid that the housekeepers and maids will break up due to a long-distance relationship?'
He tried to keep his expression calm.
But can he really?
'Wicked capitalism! I… I'm not envious at all! Really! If the master saw this, he might have a heart attack.'
Through the windows, gardens rolled by exquisite flowerbeds, fountains sculpted into mythic beasts, and even a private lake that shimmered like glass. Lucky's lips twitched.
'I'm definitely not jealous. Nope. Not at all.'
He forced his expression into one of calm disinterest, though his teeth ached from holding back a grimace.
At last, the car pulled up before a residence so large it resembled a palace. The doors opened, and a maid bowed gracefully. "Mr. Lucky, please follow me. The master and madam are expecting you."
Lucky stepped inside, and his composure almost cracked.
The reception hall was bigger than the guild hall. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, Persian rugs cushioned each step, and paintings lined the walls, pieces that, even without knowing art, Lucky could tell were priceless. Compared to this, his cluttered, half-destroyed room and the guild were a doghouse in the slums.
'Bah. Damn capitalism. No wonder everyone hates capitalism, but they all want to be capitalists.'
Lucky followed the maid to the center of the hall. A couple sat waiting on a velvet sofa.
The man wore a sharp suit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His posture was rigid, professional, almost intimidating in its precision. Yet something about him lacked… presence. That must be Jude Heartfilia.
Beside him sat a woman, and Lucky felt his breath catch.
Golden hair, styled elegantly, fell in soft waves. Her neck was slender, her face beautiful and serene, her smile warm. Yet her skin was pale, too pale, and her aura weak, as if a single breeze could scatter her.
"Mr. Lucky, isn't it? My name is Layla Heartfilia, and this is my Husband, Jude Heartfilia." Layla Heartfilia's voice was like a spring breeze. "I've heard much about you. Your righteous deeds in Fiore, and saving slaves and captives at the Tower of Paradise… they're truly admirable."
Lucky plastered on what he hoped was a sincere smile. "Mrs. Layla, you flatter me."
Jude adjusted his glasses, offering a polite but calculated smile. "We've heard of your potions and their effects. They're said to be miraculous."
Before Lucky could respond, small footsteps pattered from the staircase.
A little girl in a golden dress that matched her hair, clutching a doll, as her golden hair bounced as she trotted closer. Her eyes were wide, curious, and full of innocence.
Lucky's heart skipped. 'Lucy Heartfilia.'
Looking at this innocence in Lucy's eye, Lucky covered his eye and almost shed a tear. After all, the Fairy Tail children, none of them are normal, and all they think about is destruction. Cana was normally fine, but the moment she started to interact with Gildarts, she became more destructive. Wiping his non-existent tear, Lucky looked forward as Layla started to talk.
Layla beckoned gently. "Lucy, come meet Mr. Lucky."
The child hesitated, peeking shyly from behind her mother's skirt. Lucky crouched, softening his expression. "Hello, Lucy."
Lucy peeked out. Then, slowly, she smiled. "Hi…"
Before Lucky could say more, Layla's body lurched. She coughed violently into her handkerchief, the sound harsh and wet. When she pulled it away, dark red stained the cloth.
"Layla!" Jude shot to his feet, panic breaking through his calm façade. He turned to Lucky. He dropped to his knees, his voice breaking. "Please, please save her!"
As tears were streaming down his face. "PLEASE SAVE HER! I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING! ANYTHING AT ALL! JUST SAVE MY WIFE!"
Lucky was already moving, his chest tightening as he saw little Lucy clutch her doll, eyes brimming with tears. He knelt beside Layla, remembering how she died. Scanning her with magic. Her pulse was weak, her lungs failing. But it wasn't beyond him.
From his storage, he drew a vial: an emerald elixir shimmering inside it.
Tier: 6
Type: Item (Consumable – Potion)
Use: 1
Description: An emerald elixir in a diamond vial. Its effects are instant.
Effect:
Restores 90% of the user's maximum HP.
Fully regenerates one missing or destroyed organ, including complex structures such as eyes, lungs, or heart valves.
Limitation: Cannot regrow limbs or brain tissue. Cannot be used more than once every 72 hours.
This was the same potion that had restored Erza's missing eye.
And now, it would save Layla.
Lucky pressed the vial into Jude's trembling hands. "Give it to her. Every drop."
Jude took it with trembling hands. "T-thank you…"
Jude's fingers shook as he tilted the potion to Layla's lips, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The liquid glowed as it flowed down her throat.
A surge of green light spread through Layla's chest. It pulsed from her heart, spreading to her lungs, then rippling through every vein. Her pale skin flushed with color, her breathing steadied, her body no longer frail but strong. Her eyes fluttered open, brighter than before.
"Layla…" Jude whispered, voice breaking. He gripped her hand tightly.
"Mother!" Lucy cried, throwing herself into her mother's lap, sobbing with relief.
Lucky stood back, watching silently, his own throat tight. This was why he crafted those potions.
Layla looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Lucky… you've given me my life back."
As she was speaking, she felt a slight change, then stared at Jude, "Dear... I can use... magic again."
Jude stood, bowing deeply. His stiff demeanor melted into raw gratitude. "We owe you everything. Please accept this." He presented a sealed envelope. Inside was a single check, which was 100 million, just as promised.
Lucky scratched his head. "This… is a bit much. And the potion wasn't worth this amount."
"Please," Jude insisted. "This is the least we can do."
Lucy, cheeks still wet with tears, tugged at Lucky's coat. In her tiny hands was a single flower plucked from the vases in the mansion. "For you," she whispered.
Lucky smiled at ruffled Lucy's hair. "Thank you, Lucy."
Then Lucky handed her a couple of potions as well. "Here is a gift from me as well."
Lucy smiled with a huge smile, "Thank you."
As he left the Heartfilia estate while waving everyone goodbye, he stepped through the portal. Lucky couldn't help but chuckle softly. "A hundred million jewels… Master's gonna choke on his drink when he hears this."
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Back in Fairy Tail, Makarov was waiting.
"Well?"
Lucky tossed him a check to see.
100,000,000 Jewels
Makarov caught it.
His jaw dropped.
"ONE HUNDRED MILLION?!"
Which caused everyone to look at both of them
Then Makarov, disregarding his image, looked at Lucky with a smile looks at lucky with tears in his eyes. "Lucky, have you ever thought of adopting?"
This one question made Lucky stare, and Makarov with confusion and bewilderment. "I don't know, why are you asking?"
Makrov with a smile and hope, "Perfect, then you don't mind adopting an 81-year-old man, right?"
Forget Lucky, who was petrified. Everyone in the guild was also petrified, and Laxus, seeing that he was suddenly going to have a great-grandfather, rushed to Makarov, holding him by his head, and rushed out of the guild.
But by now, everyone in the guild was laughing.