Fairy Tail : Red Dragon Emperor

A child who'd appeared out of nowhere—with white horns and a tail. 

After the initial shock, Makarov's mind immediately connected her to the white dragon he'd seen earlier. 

"Yeah, her name's Kanna." 

Rayne kept a firm grip on the little fist of the restless dragon girl, who was practically vibrating with energy. 

Kanna herself didn't find it strange that this human knew her name. 

After all, the moment she'd been summoned, she'd instinctively learned his name too. 

She just… wasn't inclined to use it yet. 

"She's a dragon whelp ?!" 

Makarov's voice climbed an octave as he stared at the small girl, who was now squirming under Rayne's hold, her head swiveling like an owl's. 

"Well… by dragon standards, she's a child. By human ones? She's probably older than your entire bloodline." 

Rayne's tone was light, almost teasing. 

In truth, he had no idea how to contextualize 14,000 years. 

He wasn't even sure what this world had looked like that far back. 

"...Dragons, huh." 

The way Rayne dodged giving an exact number told Makarov all he needed to know. 

If a baby dragon has this much magic… what kind of monsters were the adults? 

And why did such beings vanish from the world? 

Questions swirled in his mind— 

—before being unceremoniously tossed aside. 

Because right now? 

There was a far more pressing matter. 

Namely, the round-cheeked, horned child in front of him. 

"Hey there, little one. Your name's Kanna, right?" 

Makarov's face crinkled into a grandfatherly smile. 

Most of his guild was made up of rowdy brutes. A tiny, actually tiny girl? 

That was precious. 

Never mind that this "little girl" was an ancient dragon who could outlive them all. 

Her sheer adorableness overwrote any logical concerns. 

Kanna's wandering gaze finally settled on Makarov. 

Her blue, gem-like eyes were unreadable. 

Then— 

She wriggled her hand free from Rayne's grip and toddled toward the guild master. 

No hostility radiated from the dragon's core, so Rayne let her go. 

Kanna stopped just in front of Makarov, who was now grinning like a delighted prune. 

"I'm—" 

Before he could finish, Kanna raised her hand. 

Touched one of her horns. 

Then, with solemn precision, held her palm flat above Makarov's head— 

—before sliding it horizontally to her own height, just a centimeter higher than his. 

The message was unmistakable. 

Makarov's words died in his throat. 

He stood frozen, as if petrified. 

"You're the little one." 

Kanna's voice was soft but triumphant. 

Satisfied, she lowered her hand and marched toward the river, her tail swaying behind her like a self-satisfied cat's. 

Her face might've been blank, but Rayne could feel her glee. 

Whether it was from "winning" the height contest or simply enjoying this new world's novelty, he couldn't tell. 

Glancing at the still-paralyzed guild master, Rayne pressed his lips into a thin line. 

"Ahem." 

Makarov coughed awkwardly, eyes darting anywhere but at Rayne. 

"This form doesn't consume much magic. She can maintain it for long periods." 

Rayne mercifully steered the conversation onward. 

"In that case, you can summon her often." 

Regaining his composure, Makarov nodded sagely. 

"Fighting alongside your summons requires familiarity. The better you sync, the deadlier you'll be." 

To him, summoning magic wasn't so different from Holder-Type Magic—knowing your "weapon's" quirks was key to mastery. 

Even if this particular "weapon" was a tiny, horned girl. 

Rayne had already been considering how to keep Kanna around. Makarov's approval gave him an opening. 

"But how do we explain her… existence?" 

Horns and tail could be handwaved as Take Over magic. 

But her identity? 

That needed a cover story. 

Both of them stared at the small figure now crouched by the riverbank, deep in thought— 

—when WHOOSH. 

Kanna's hand blurred into the water. 

When she pulled it back, she was clutching a thrashing fish nearly the size of her arm. 

The water hadn't even rippled yet. 

The fish flailed wildly—until Kanna chomped down with an audible "Om-nom." 

Then she went right back to stalking the river, like a bear waiting for salmon. 

"...Let's just say we found her floating down the river in a basket." 

Rayne's voice was flat. 

Even knowing what Kanna was, seeing it in action was… something. 

"That works." 

Makarov didn't hesitate. 

The image fit alarmingly well—a child with "Take Over" traits, abandoned and left to drift. 

"Great. The rest is up to you, then." 

As Kanna prepared for Round Two of fish hunting, Rayne strode over. 

"Kanna. Want to go eat real food?" 

Crouching beside her, he tilted his head. 

A month of training—plus three daily meals at the guild—meant his first paycheck was still untouched. 

He could afford to be generous. 

"YES." 

No hesitation. Her tiny hand shot up, eyes sparkling like she'd been offered the moon. 

"Heh. Let's go." 

Standing, Rayne took her hand and led her toward town. 

"Wait! I haven't figured out the details yet!" 

Makarov's shout followed them. 

"Just wing it~" 

Rayne's reply was sing-song, his back already turned. 

"That damn brat…" 

Makarov chuckled, watching the two walk away—one tall, one small, looking for all the world like siblings. 

Shaking his head, he followed. 

Rayne was right. 

No one would pry too hard. 

Probably. 

But when the trio stepped into the guild hall— 

—the entire room fell silent. 

Every eye locked onto them, brimming with questions. 

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