Fairy Tail: Saint Seiya Magic Unleashed

Chapter 40: The "Reaper" Erigor

[Ding! New Quest Triggered!]

Quest Name: "Wrath of the Reaper"

Quest Description:

The President of the Dark Guild Iron Forest, known as the "Reaper", has set his sights on you.

After you wiped out his elite subordinates in one go, Erigor was furious.

Now, he's coming for revenge—armed with a deadly scythe and a bone to pick.

Hint:

The "Reaper" Erigor has a bounty of 8.5 million J.

Maybe he's just here… to hand you a fat paycheck?

Quest Objective: Defeat the "Reaper" Erigor (Incomplete)

Quest Reward: Random Skill Drop!

Just as Moen stepped out of the Magic Council's branch office with his 150,000 J reward, the Saint Seiya System suddenly popped up again.

Moen's eyes darted straight to the reward line—and he couldn't help but smile.

"A random skill? Now that's promising."

And more importantly, the quest didn't limit the reward to just Bronze Saints' skills—meaning there was a chance to pull a Silver or even a Gold Saint technique.

But upon further thought, Moen raised a brow.

"Actually… that might not be a good thing. If the pool's bigger, the odds of drawing garbage go up too."

After all, even among the Silver Saints, plenty of them were barely cannon fodder.

Whereas the Bronze Five had techniques that could go toe-to-toe with gods.

Still, if he did pull a Gold Saint skill? That would be a massive win.

"So… Reaper Erigor, huh? Is this guy even that famous?"

Moen racked his brain. The nickname sounded pretty intimidating, like something pulled from a villain's try-hard diary.

He did remember that Iron Forest was a fairly new Dark Guild that had popped up in the last two years. Their guild master? Right—Erigor.

But he definitely didn't recall him being called the "Reaper."

"Guess the system slapped that on him itself... probably like how it called Natsu the 'Fire Dragon.'"

Knowing how his Saint Seiya System operated, Moen had already caught on:

All those seemingly exaggerated descriptions and titles in quests?

They often turned out to be prophetic.

"So this guy might really be famous later on…"

Either way, it was clear—he needed to keep an eye on Iron Forest.

So, without hesitation, Moen turned on his heels and headed back into the Council office.

There, he requested all public records related to Iron Forest.

With the Fairy Tail badge on his chest and the surname Dolea, the request was a breeze.

The Council already had a full profile on him as a registered wizard of Fairy Tail—so when he said he wanted to hunt a Dark Guild, they were more than happy to oblige.

After all, the Magic Council openly encouraged licensed mages to take down Dark Guilds.

Why else would they assign bounties to the criminals?

In fact, when it came to Dark Guild extermination, there were two guilds at the top of the leaderboard:

Fairy Tail

Phantom Lord ( Phantom Dominion, their rival)

These two were constantly competing, and right now, Fairy Tail held the lead.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dolea," one of the uniformed agents assured him.

"If we get a solid location for their guild, we'll send the intel to Fairy Tail first."

That agent—a man named Pro—had been Moen's point of contact the whole time.

Moen gave him a thumbs-up, appreciating the gesture.

It was a common courtesy, and also a sign of how the Council maintained trust with the official guilds.

Pro even earned Moen's personal approval for one more thing:

During Moen's skirmish with the Iron Forest goons, a chunk of wall had gotten destroyed.

Moen had reported the damage honestly and was fully ready to pay for repairs.

But Pro had waved it off.

"It's a Council facility. We cover that."

Simple, fair, and generous.

"Now that's service," Moen muttered with a smirk, walking out with intel in one hand and clean conscience in the other.

He had been attacked by Dark Guild wizards—clearly the victim here. The damage he caused while defending himself should naturally be chalked up to those Iron Forest thugs.

Moen, of course, had no problem accepting that logic.

Sure, it was just a chunk of wall—repairing it wouldn't have cost much anyway—but the Magic Council's attitude was what mattered.

After all, you can't expect your heroes to bleed and cry at the same time.

After leaving the Council office, Moen walked the streets while flipping through the folder of intel he'd been given. Eventually, he arrived at the gates of Onibas Grand Theater.

Even though he'd rushed through everything, the show had already started. The theater doors were shut tight.

"Even standing room is sold out?!"

Standing at the ticket booth, Moen stared dumbfounded.

He'd expected the drama festival to be popular, sure. But this was overkill!

The house was packed. Not even a crack in the back to squeeze into.

They weren't letting anyone else in now.

And because the ticket policy didn't allow for proxy purchases, it wasn't like Grandpa Makarov could've bought one for him in advance.

With no other choice, Moen resigned himself to waiting outside.

Not that he really cared—he wasn't into plays anyway.

He'd rather use the time to dive deeper into the file he just got.

After all, he was itching to take down this "Reaper" Erigor.

Unfortunately, the intel was thin.

What little the Council knew:

The guy uses a scythe as his weapon.

Specializes in Wind Magic.

His missions are almost always assassinations.

And wherever he works… it's always bloody.

"Scythe, only does assassination gigs… makes sense why they call him the 'Reaper.'"

Moen nodded to himself, reasoning it out.

Nicknames like that were usually pretty on the nose.

Just like Natsu being called the Fire Dragon, Erigor's title seemed to come from his weapon and job description.

Moen waited outside the Onibas Grand Theater until evening.

Eventually, the doors swung open, and a crowd of satisfied theatergoers spilled out. Judging from their faces, the play must've been excellent.

"Over here!"

In the sea of people, Moen spotted Mystogan and waved him over.

He didn't see anyone else at first—hardly surprising, given Makarov and Wendy's height.

Sure enough, a moment later the whole group reunited.

Makarov, Mystogan, and Wendy all wore bright smiles, clearly pleased with the performance.

"Did everything go well?"

Makarov asked with concern as he turned to Moen.

"Yup. All wrapped up. We're good to head back,"

Moen answered with a grin.

"Shame you missed the play, though. It was really something special,"

Makarov sighed, genuinely sorry Moen couldn't join them.

"Worth every jewel."

Moen simply shrugged and smiled.

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't just sitting around outside, either. I bagged a few Dark Guild thugs and made a little extra cash."

He winked as he said it.

Makarov's eyes widened in surprise.

"Dark Guild? What happened?"

His tone turned serious as he leaned in, eager to hear the story.