Joining the Guild

"Great, I approve your membership application!" Makarov slapped Jellal's knee excitedly, his face beaming with joy.

When Eleven first brought the young man back, Makarov didn't pay much attention. Even though Eleven mysteriously explained a lot of things to him that he didn't understand, the young man didn't have any magic power in his body. So even if his identity was special, Makarov, who had seen a lot, didn't take it too seriously.

Although Fairy Tail has all sorts of people and doesn't exclude the weak, it is still a magic guild. People without magic power can only do odd jobs or reception work, and Makarov doesn't really need to worry about them.

It wasn't until Jellal used two magic wands inlaid with Magic Crystals to construct a 32-layer three-dimensional magic circle in front of Makarov that Makarov truly realized the extraordinary nature of the boy before him.

Humans in Edolas are not born mages; they do not possess a source of magic within their bodies, and therefore cannot generate or use magic on their own.

However, it is precisely because of this that the humans of Edolas possess an exceptionally outstanding talent for manipulating magical artifacts, allowing any magical artifact to play a greater role in their hands.

Just like Jellal at this moment, he used only two staffs to construct complex patterns that many mages with magical powers (such as Eleven) could not construct.

Subsequently, under Makarov's guidance, Jellal successfully constructed several completely different magic circles, learning them on the spot and mastering them in a second.

This talent even made Makarov feel ashamed. Although the child had no magic, his skill in constructing magic circles by manipulating his wand made him no less capable than Erza and Mira in actual combat.

Even after systematic learning, they may catch up with the top tier of their peers, such as Eleven and Laxus, and their future is limitless.

This is another amazing find!

But while some were happy, others were sad; Eleven nearby, was completely dumbfounded!

What's going on here?

How can you manipulate magic circles so skillfully without any magic power?

You wouldn't happen to be Jellal from this world, would you?

Does having the name Jellal grant a magic circle talent bonus?

Should I change my name to Y. Jellal Levin?

This is outrageous! We're no longer friends. I hate people who play with magic circles! People who play with magic circles are all filthy-hearted!

Glancing at Eleven, who was squatting on the ground drawing circles with a sallow complexion, Makarov felt even better. He raised his wine bottle, ready to throw Jellal a wedding banquet, and was incredibly excited.

However, Jellal remained rational. He remembered his promise to Eleven and quickly stopped Makarov, saying, "Um, Chairman, let's skip the welcome banquet. My identity is rather special, and I hope as few people as possible know about me."

Makarov glanced at Jellal. It seemed that Eleven had mentioned before that he was from another world and that his identity needed to be kept secret. Ugh, being mysterious is such a hassle!

"Hiccup, it's okay, it's okay. You don't have to attend the banquet, but we have to hold a banquet when a new member joins the guild. It's the guild rule, understand?"

Makarov hesitated for only a moment before the deadlock was broken by a burp.

Whether you attend the banquet or not is your business, whether we have one or not is our business. Do you really think a wedding banquet is only for the newlyweds? It's just an opportunity to drink!

"Forehead..."

Watching Makarov rush out of the office to start organizing everyone for drinks, and the group of guild members who were inexplicably excited, Jellal awkwardly scratched his nose. He thought he was the most important person there.

Haha, what a chaotic guild! No wonder they were able to produce someone like Eleven. Looks like I accidentally joined a really interesting place.

"Let's go, I'll lead you out the back door," Eleven's voice drifted out.

Eleven had revived at some point, and his expression was as usual.

He'd come to terms with it. It's just a magic circle, right? It looks cool, right? What's the use?

Anyway, his skills have neither names nor special effects. Every time he uses his ultimate, the enemy team is all flashy and colorful, while he's left empty and awkward. But so what?

Real men never rely on these fancy things; anyone who plays with special effects is a sissy!

In conclusion, Jellal is a total sissy, nothing to envy!

As Jellal was walking, he was suddenly given a disdainful look by Eleven, a look that sent a chill down Jellal's spine; he was completely baffled.

On the other hand, Eleven, having comforted himself, seemed to have suddenly regained his confidence, stopped acting crazy, and began to seriously assume the role of a senior figure.

"After joining a guild, you can accept quests and earn rewards. I'll show you the quest board later..."

Jellal listened attentively, Memory every detail of the guild's rules and systems that Eleven described.

Joining the guild was a completely new experience for him; in Edolas, he would never have had the opportunity to come into contact with a mage guild.

It wasn't just because he was a prince of a country, but also because Edolas simply didn't allow the existence of independent mage guilds. All guilds there were called dark guilds and were targets that needed to be eliminated.

Jellal himself never imagined he would one day join a mage guild; the feeling was truly strange. It was as if a group of warm, hospitable, and cheerful people were actually affiliated with a terrorist organization—it just felt odd.

It was only then that Jellal truly felt the cultural differences between the two worlds and began to integrate into this world that did not belong to him. The otherworldly beings he had saved were no longer just numbers to him, but living, breathing people with flesh and blood, with their own stories and experiences. This strengthened his resolve even further.

"Eleven, you're back. Was this mission difficult? It's been so long since I've seen you."

Just as Jellal was still immersed in his sense of mission, a spirited greeting interrupted his thoughts.

Looking up, a pretty figure in crimson came into view. Although she was greeting Eleven, she didn't stop wielding the bamboo sword in her hand, sweating profusely as she relentlessly practiced her slashing techniques.

Is this Erza?

Jellal's pupils contracted, and the image of his former personal guard, with whom he had grown up in the palace, instinctively surfaced in his mind, causing an unnatural expression to appear on his face.

"No, no, we'll probably have the same temper..."

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