Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Magic?!

Chapter 318 Mo En's debt of gratitude can never be repaid (Please subscribe!)
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All eyes turned to Moen, the sole decision-maker in the room, as this task was also Moen's task.

Natsu, Gray, Lucy, and Happy were all brought by Moen, so they naturally had no say in the matter. Whether or not to give them up was entirely up to Moen himself.

"This curse is actually a perfect cover for us. It makes people think that we are cursed and have become like demons. This is actually a good thing for us. So, it is most advantageous for us if the curse is not broken."

Bobo bowed and earnestly explained their thoughts.

After saying this, he raised his head, looked around at the demon villagers who were also watching him nervously, and continued:

"The legend of the cursed island of Karna is a natural barrier for us. It keeps ordinary people who are afraid from approaching easily, keeps our peaceful lives undisturbed, and provides a reasonable explanation for our appearance."

"In the future, if we wish to trade with the outside world, or if anyone needs to leave the island, we only need to identify ourselves as people of Karna Island and mention the cursed Karna Island. People will then understand that we are merely pitiful beings whose forms have been distorted by the curse, not true demons."

Bobo's words were filled with hope, as if he had grasped a lifeline in the darkness; this was actually an opportunity for them.

"No problem, I respect your choice."

Hearing these words, Moen's facial features softened, and an understanding smile appeared on his lips. He waved his hand casually, a gesture that carried a reassuring power, signaling Bobo and the demon villagers who were still hunched over and looking tense to stand up.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Moen."

Bobo straightened up with a sigh of relief, his tense face finally relaxing into a genuine smile. The warm glow of the campfire reflected in his eyes, shimmering with gratitude.

Bobo knew that as long as Moen agreed, there would be no suspense. Even if the other mages present leaked the news, it wouldn't matter. Could their words be as credible as Moen's?

Having spent some time in the outside world, Bobo clearly had a very direct understanding of Moen's reputation.

This is also why he was worried about whether Moen would agree. Generally speaking, the more famous a person is, the more burdened they are by their reputation and the more they care about it. He was really afraid that Moen would refuse their seemingly "dishonorable" request in order to protect his own reputation.

At this moment, the worries dissipated, and joy naturally filled Bobo's chest.

"However, you'd better cancel the mission assignment as soon as possible."

Moen's smile faded, and he reminded Polnareff that this request currently belonged only to Fairy Tail, but if no one did it for a long time, these tasks would be shared.

At least the mage guilds in their "Fiore Kingdom" will proactively share some tasks with each other. If they can't handle a difficult task, they'll pass it on to other guilds to try, and they'll always be able to find a mage who is good at that kind of task.

This can be considered a form of resource sharing, which is convenient for others and also for oneself.

If this "Cursed Garna Island" quest remains unresolved, other guilds will surely become interested, especially after Moen failed to resolve it.

If Moen hadn't accepted the mission, it might have been able to remain hidden and avoid attracting attention. But now that things have come to this, Bobo and the others have no choice but to take the initiative to withdraw the commission.

“Although this might still attract some attention, you can say that even Moen couldn’t solve it, so you chose to give up, you accepted reality, and anyway, apart from being turned into this, it doesn’t affect your life.”

Moen smiled and gave Bobo and the others an idea.

If the mission is canceled voluntarily, and there are no mission rewards, there won't be many people willing to make the trip. Moreover, since Moen can't even handle it, it will filter out a lot of people who overestimate their abilities.

"Mr. Mohn, isn't this bad for your reputation?"

Upon hearing Moen's words, Bobo looked troubled. The muscles on his face instantly twitched, and his red skin seemed to darken even more, filled with immense unease and guilt.

It must be said that Moen's idea was very thorough, basically eliminating any potential problems and blocking out all possible troubles.

The idea is good, but the only problem is that it will cast a shadow of "failure" over Moen's glorious reputation, and they will keep bringing it up afterward, mentioning "even Moen couldn't do it" whenever someone comes.
The people of Karna Island are unspoiled and have a relatively simple and honest way of life, so it is indeed difficult for them to feel at ease about such things.

"It's alright, I don't care about such empty fame."

Moen smiled and shook his head. To him, these were all trivial matters, and they wouldn't affect his reputation at all.

After all, his great reputation is composed of multi-dimensional achievements. The mage is just one of his many identities, and it is the one he is least afraid of being questioned, because his strength and achievements are real. Anyone who is not convinced can come and challenge him and see if he gets nerfed.

Furthermore, it's not surprising that a mage might receive an unsuitable mission and have to abandon it or find another one, since most mages specialize in only one type of magic.

Specialization is key. A task that might be incredibly difficult for some mages could be a breeze for others who have mastered specific magic.

This is why mage guilds regularly share their own "problems" or "difficulties," which may seem like minor issues to other guilds.

The existence of the "Local Guild Alliance" naturally has its significance. Of course, it has now been officially upgraded to the "Fiore Kingdom Guild Alliance," no longer just a regional organization, and the regular meetings of guild leaders are becoming more and more lively.

“Mr. Moen, thank you so much! You will always be a benefactor to us people of Galna Island! Please don’t hesitate to ask us for anything you need! We will do it for you, even if it costs us our lives!”

Moen's nonchalance and thoughtfulness completely moved Bobo and all the "Galna Islanders" present. The old village chief stood up excitedly, tears streaming down his wrinkled blue face. His voice trembled, but he made a vow with unwavering determination.

The demon villagers standing behind the village chief and Bobo straightened their hunched backs, nodded vigorously, and looked at Moen with fervent loyalty. They were willing to repay Moen's kindness with their lives.

"There's no need to go to such an exaggeration."

Moen chuckled and shook his head, his warm gaze sweeping over the group of islanders whose faces were fierce but whose hearts were sincere.

"I will not let anyone die for me."

Moen spoke gently, with a hint of helpless smile. These "Galna Islanders," their demonic appearances were indeed quite frightening, but that was all they could do to frighten people. Their usefulness was really only slightly greater than that of ordinary people.

If I had to say, demons are physically stronger than ordinary people and have wings, so they do possess a certain level of combat ability.

But they are too simple and honest. Their greatest characteristic is that simple and honest nature, which is completely opposite to their "ugly" appearance, almost naive. They are even more simple and honest than some humans.

The island of Karna is a "cursed island," a rumor that had been circulating even before the "Moon Drop Ritual" began.

Because they were ashamed of their demonic appearance and dared not communicate with the outside world, they would hide when they occasionally encountered people coming to the island. This caused a lot of misunderstandings, scared away many people, and allowed the rumor to gradually spread.

The emergence of the "Moon Drop Ritual" only makes this legend seem more real.

For these demons, asking them to fight humans, to kill and set fires, is indeed asking too much of them.

"This is the reward we prepared, please accept it!" The demon villagers took out the reward they had prepared long ago and solemnly pushed it forward. This was something they had collectively pooled together.

The fact that they were able to raise so much money shows that they had interacted with people from the outside world before and were not completely isolated.

"Forget it. Since the mission will be canceled afterward, I can't accept the money. That doesn't comply with our guild's mission procedures."

"Keep this money, and using this curse as an excuse, you can travel more outside, exchange ideas, and at least do some trade to improve the standard of living on the island."

After surveying the village's basic situation, Moen refused the reward. Seven million J was just a drop in the ocean for him, but it was very important for the villagers of Galna Island. Their living conditions were not bad, but they were indeed quite primitive and there was still a lot of room for improvement.

"How is this possible?!"

The village chief was so anxious that he stomped his feet and clenched his rough, blue hands.

"Even if the mission is to be cancelled, you have already worked hard for us and completed the task. You should accept our gratitude!"

The village chief grew anxious and quickly said that if Moen didn't even accept the reward, then they would never be able to repay the debt of gratitude they owed him.

“Dad is right, Mr. Moen. This is just a small token of our appreciation. We would really feel uneasy if you didn’t accept it.”

Bobo quickly chimed in, saying that the village chief was his father. Although the two were even different colors—the village chief was a blue-skinned demon and Bobo was a red-skinned demon—it didn't seem to be hereditary.

The entire village has all sorts of skin colors and appearances, emphasizing a free and unrestrained lifestyle.

There are indeed reasons why they feel inferior about their demonic appearance. If you don't know them well, it's really hard to judge them as good people at first glance if you suddenly encounter them.

"Alright, I'll accept this key."

Moen pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on the small, exquisite box placed separately. He reached out and picked up the key that shimmered with a mysterious golden luster—the "Sagittarius Celestial Key".

“My disciple, that blonde girl Lucy, she really likes the Celestials.”

Moen smiled and glanced at Lucy. He had noticed her reaction long ago; the girl's eyes were glued to the "Sagittarius Celestial Key," she really wanted it.

"This"

Bobo and the village chief wanted to persuade them further, but Moen decisively raised his hand to stop them, his actions swift and clean.

"No need to say anything more, let's leave it at that."

Moen's words were not to be questioned. After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Bobo and the village chief and instead flicked his wrist to throw out the golden key.

The golden key traced a shimmering arc in the air before landing precisely on Lucy.

"For you."

Moen had promised Lucy the "Sagittarius Celestial Key" as payment before he came, so he naturally wouldn't go back on his word.

Lucy was staring intently at the keys when she saw them. She hurriedly reached out her hands to take them, holding them carefully in her palms as if they were some rare treasure, her eyes filled with surprise and delight.

"Thank you, Master!"

Lucy immediately looked up, her voice saccharine sweet. She uttered that nickname she rarely used now with perfect fluency. What could she do? Her master was so generous! He really did give her the good stuff!

These are the twelve keys to the Zodiac, one of only twelve in the world! To her, this was an absolute treasure she had always dreamed of! Lucy clutched the keys tightly, her face beaming with an irrepressible smile of happiness.

Of course, this thing might not be considered a good thing in Moen's eyes, but Lucy's love for the Celestials has been consistent since childhood.

Seeing Moen hand the golden key to Lucy, Bobo and the village chief understood that Moen really didn't intend to ask for any reward.

“Mr. Moen, we can forgo the payment, but we are preparing a banquet tomorrow. Please, you and your companions, stay and attend! We beg you! Please join us in celebrating! Let us express our gratitude!”

So the father and son approached, their faces beaming with warm and genuine smiles, and extended an invitation to the Moen group to stay and join the celebratory banquet.

"banquet?!"

The word "banquet" was like a spark that ignited a fuse. Upon hearing it, Natsu jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes shining. Gray's lips curled into a smile, and Happy cheered and flapped his wings, spinning excitedly in the air.

"A banquet is great! I love banquets! Is there any fish we can eat?"

Happy was the first to agree and started ordering food.

"Of course! We have lots of fish here!"

The demon villagers responded excitedly in unison. This was an island, after all. Asking if there was any fish to eat was asking the right place, as fish was an important source of food for their daily lives.

"Stay and attend the banquet, Moen!"

Natsu waved his fists and started excitedly cheering. He simply loved excitement. He hadn't had enough of the fight and had nowhere to vent his energy, so he at least wanted to join in the fun at the banquet.

"Okay, then let's attend the banquet together."

Seeing the expectant looks in his companions' eyes and the eager expressions of the demon villagers, Moen readily agreed with a smile.

It was already so late, and it wasn't really appropriate to leave Galna Island overnight. He had initially planned to stay overnight.

"Excellent! I'll make sure you all experience a devil's feast!"

Upon hearing that Moen and the others had agreed, the villagers erupted in thunderous cheers, their rough voices mingling with joy, echoing through the quiet island night. However, this "devil's feast" sounded strange, as if it were a feast with no substance.

"What about you? Would you like to join us?"

With a smile on his face, Moen turned his gaze to Leon, Sherry, Yuka, and Toby, who had been silently observing from the shadows.

He extended the invitation in a gentle tone, but his words were like a pebble thrown into calm water, instantly silencing the previously noisy and joyous atmosphere. Everyone's gaze, following Moen's eyes, focused on the four people.

(End of this chapter)