Fairy Tail: Saint Seiya Magic Unleashed

Chapter 35: The Birth of Mystogan

Tears welled up in Wendy's eyes as she turned to leave, walking alongside Moen, Makarov, and Jellal.

Even as they walked away, she kept glancing back—again and again—as if afraid that with each step, she was leaving behind something she'd never see again.

"Don't be sad, Wendy,"

"You can come back to visit everyone at Cat's Haven anytime."

Moen gently ruffled her hair, his voice soft and comforting.

"Mm… I know, big brother Moen."

Wendy looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes, but she nodded with determination.

"Today's farewell… is just to make the next reunion even better."

She wiped her tears and repeated the words Moen had once used to comfort her.

This little one had actually internalized that piece of chicken-soup-for-the-soul wisdom—and was now using it to comfort herself.

Even though she cried easily and often—like a little crybaby—there was a certain quiet strength in Wendy's character.

"Exactly. It's just a temporary goodbye."

Moen smiled and nodded.

He and Makarov shared a knowing look—both choosing not to reveal the truth about Cat's Haven to Wendy just yet.

They'd decided to wait.

When she grew older and more emotionally resilient, then—maybe—they'd tell her the full story.

After all, it wasn't like Robynru and the guild he'd created would suddenly disappear anytime soon.

Powerful wizards tended to live long lives.

Makarov himself was already 81 and still as spry and sharp as ever—Moen wasn't even sure he could say he was healthier than the old man.

Some mages were still active well past 100 years old.

It was a profession where age often meant power.

Moen believed this had to do with the nature of magic itself.

All things contained magic.

Magic was deeply intertwined with life force, soul, and will.

So it made sense that those with greater magic reserves would naturally enjoy longer lives.

Beside Moen, Jellal had been silent for a while.

His brows were furrowed as he tried to remember, but no matter how hard he searched his memory…

He couldn't recall anything about "Cat's Haven."

That night when he'd brought Wendy to the abandoned village—he was sure he had searched every corner—and had only found one person: Robynru.

"Come to think of it, when I brought Wendy to the village, there was—mmph!"

Just as Jellal began speaking, Moen suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth.

"You did see them when you arrived,"

"Everyone from Cat's Haven—remember?"

Moen's eyes were wide, staring at Jellal intensely.

He emphasized the words "did see" with special gravity.

"I did…?"

Jellal blinked, clearly baffled.

Once Moen removed his hand, he hesitantly asked.

"Let's say… yes, you did! Absolutely!"

Moen nodded rapidly, his eyes practically screaming "play along!"

"...Right. Yes. I saw them. Of course I did."

Jellal caught on and quickly changed his tune.

This bizarre back-and-forth left Wendy blinking in confusion, watching the exchange with wide eyes.

Something felt off.

Very off.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on it…

"Jellal, we're about to head into town and arrive at the guild."

"Before that, I think there's something you need to know—something important."

Moen suddenly changed the topic, turning serious.

"Edolas," Makarov suddenly said, cutting into the conversation.

All three—Moen, Jellal, and Wendy—turned toward him.

The old man's tone was grave, like he was about to share something important. Jellal instinctively stood a little straighter, ready to listen attentively.

"Edolas is a parallel world to Earthland. That means… in this world, you may come across people who look very familiar."

"But they're not the same people. They may look identical, but they're different individuals."

Makarov looked Jellal in the eye as he spoke, his voice low and steady.

He felt this was something the honest young man needed to hear—before he got confused, or worse, deceived.

"I see… so that's how it is!"

Jellal's face lit up in sudden realization.

No wonder!

No wonder he had felt like Makarov looked so familiar!

The Fairy Tail Guild Master bore an uncanny resemblance to his own father—the King of Edolas!

While there were small differences in their features, Jellal's eyes didn't lie.

The similarity in appearance was shockingly high.

Of course, he didn't say any of this aloud.

Jellal felt that comparing the kind and noble Makarov to his tyrannical father would be deeply disrespectful.

So instead, he simply nodded.

And in doing so, he understood exactly what Makarov had meant—same face or not, what truly mattered were the differences in heart and soul.

"Then… should I perhaps hide my face while I'm in this world?"

"And maybe adopt a new name too? One I use only in this world?"

Jellal asked sincerely.

He didn't want to bring trouble to anyone—especially not to this world's version of "Jellal," whoever he might be.

And if changing his name and covering his face would help avoid unnecessary problems, he was more than willing.

"I think that's a good idea,"

Moen nodded.

"The fewer complications, the better."

He knew very well that Jellal hated being a burden to others.

"How about… Mystogan?"

Moen suggested casually.

"A mystic-looking name, and it ties into your magic. I remember that misty sleep spell you used—it really left an impression on me."

He watched Jellal closely, waiting for a reaction.

But strangely… Jellal looked completely blank.

"So 'Mystogan' isn't his real name after all?"

Moen blinked in surprise. That wasn't the reaction he had expected.

Was it possible that the name "Mystogan"—the name used by this very character in the original story—was actually given by him in this worldline?

"Mystogan, huh…?"

"Sounds pretty cool, actually."

Jellal's eyes lit up. He genuinely seemed to like it.

"It matches my magic well, and it's got no link to the name 'Jellal'... yeah, I like it."

"Then it's settled."

"From now on, please call me Mystogan."

There was no hesitation. He adopted the name immediately.

This left Moen rather stunned.

"So… wait a minute."

"Does that mean I'm the one who actually gave 'Mystogan' his name?"

Moen stared into the distance, his thoughts spinning.

"Was Mystogan always going to be Mystogan?"

"Or did that only happen because of me?"

He shook his head.

"Too complicated. Better just to let fate do its thing."

"Mystogan," Moen clapped the newly named boy on the shoulder,

"You'd better give it your all. I'm starting to look forward to visiting Edolas myself."

"The idea of meeting a version of myself from a parallel world? Kinda thrilling, if you think about it."

Moen chuckled to himself, excitement rising.

Edolas, Earthland, destinies crossing—this journey was only just beginning.