After testing the effects of the Equuleus Bronze Cloth, Moen didn't stay at home for long. He left the house and headed straight toward the Fairy Tail guild.
Moen's daily routine was basically a triangle of home, guild, and forest: resting at home, training at the guild, and adventuring in the forest. Since he had already gone to the forest early that morning, he planned to spend his afternoon training at the guild.
The guild wasn't far from his home—just a few streets away. In fact, from the window of Moen's third-floor bedroom, he could even see the Fairy Tail guild sign directly.
After all, this was the guild master's home, so of course, it wouldn't be too far from the guild itself.
The streets of Magnolia Town were clean and tidy, with buildings styled in that distinct light-novel, Western-inspired design. Stone-paved roads were lined with rows of stalls: some were proper shops, while others were simple stands set up along the street. The flow of people was steady, and the cries of vendors filled the air.
"Uncle Drew, how's business today?"
"Aunt Kelly, are my new clothes finished yet?"
"Sis Phil, I'd like to buy a bouquet of flowers."
Walking down the bustling street, Moen cheerfully greeted the vendors. Since he walked this same route every day, he had long become familiar with them, and the shopkeepers responded warmly in turn.
This was one of Magnolia's busier shopping streets, like a permanent marketplace.
Because Moen's house was just steps away from the commercial street, many of these long-time vendors had watched him grow up. Compared to Laxus, who had gradually become more distant and rebellious, Moen had always remained steady and kind-hearted. The townsfolk liked him far more—he grew up surrounded by their goodwill.
"Here you go, little Moen. Thank you."
A girl selling flowers, Phil, dressed in worn clothes and carrying a basket of blooms, smiled brightly at him. Her freckled face lit up as she picked out a radiant rose and handed it to him.
Every day, whenever she was around, Moen would buy a bouquet from her. Phil knew this boy was simply trying to help her sell out faster.
"Moen, heading to the guild? Catch!"
The owner of the fruit shop nearby called out, tossing him a bright red apple with a grin.
"Hey! Thanks, Uncle!"
Moen caught it smoothly. The apple looked juicy and delicious.
Taking a crisp bite—crunch—he raised a thumb and complimented the man with a smile, giving him plenty of positive energy.
As Makarov's adopted grandson and a member of Fairy Tail, Moen naturally carried some recognition in the city.
After all, Fairy Tail wasn't just Magnolia's only mage guild—it was also one of the most famous in the entire Kingdom of Fiore. To Magnolia, Fairy Tail had practically become a symbol of the city itself.
That much was obvious just from the guildhall's location. The Fairy Tail guildhall stood right in the very heart of Magnolia.
Balancing the flower in one hand and munching on his apple with the other, Moen bid farewell to the friendly vendors and, after passing through several streets, finally arrived at the front of the guildhall.
The Fairy Tail guildhall was huge, surrounded by a wall, with the main building resembling a three-story castle. Hanging high above was the large sign marked with the words "Fairy Tail," along with the guild's iconic emblem—a mark shaped like both a flame and a tail.
Every member of Fairy Tail bore this emblem as a symbol of their identity.
Moen had his as well: a pitch-black guild mark on his left shoulder. Whenever he wore sleeveless shirts—or went shirtless—it was impossible to miss.
He stepped through the gates into the courtyard, and then into the guildhall itself. The guild's doors were wide open, with no guards or barriers. Anyone who wanted to enter could simply walk right in.
After all, at its core, a mage guild like Fairy Tail was essentially a brokerage office that introduced jobs to mages. The guild members earned bounties through missions posted on the guild's request board.
A place like this naturally wouldn't restrict outsiders from coming and going. On the contrary, clients who came to post missions were warmly welcomed, and the guild even had staff assigned specifically to receive them.
As soon as he entered the main hall of the guild, the sound of rowdy chatter filled his ears. The first floor of the Fairy Tail guild hall was a large common area where members accepted missions, ate, and carried out their daily activities. It was open to everyone.
Rows of tables and chairs filled the space, with a bar counter that resembled a tavern, and several request boards covered with mission notices. The atmosphere on this floor indeed felt like a "mission hall," bustling with the mages of Fairy Tail.
The second floor of the guild was reserved for higher-difficulty requests, accessible only to S-Class Mages. As for the basement, that was a place only guild masters of past generations were allowed to enter.
"Moen, I heard you knocked out the new kid? Is that true? You brat, are you bullying the newcomers now?"
The moment Moen entered the guild hall, someone immediately noticed him. It was a blue-haired man in a white coat, smiling as he spoke. News sure traveled fast—he already knew about Natsu being knocked out.
Although the first floor was open to all, the Fairy Tail mages were always on alert, watching whoever came and went. They didn't want any trouble inside the guild hall.
"Uncle Macao, don't put it that way. We were just sparring normally. The way you're saying it makes me sound like some thug who enjoys bullying rookies."
Moen rolled his eyes and replied irritably to the blue-haired man's words.
"Uncle?! I'm not even thirty yet! You brat!"
Macao Conbolt grabbed his head with a horrified look, as though he'd seen a ghost. He considered himself still in his prime, not some "uncle"!
"Hahaha, being called 'uncle' isn't wrong. You're twenty-nine, almost thirty already. And aren't you about to become a father too?"
Next to Macao stood Wakaba Mine, with his trademark brown pompadour and a smoking pipe hanging from his mouth. He burst out laughing as he spoke.
"What are you laughing at?! You're the same as me! You're already an uncle too!"
Macao immediately shot back, and before long, the two were at each other's throats, trading playful punches and kicks.
"…."
Moen covered his face in exasperation and ignored the pair of clowns. Even when he was little, Macao and Wakaba had always been like this. By now, he was already used to their antics.
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