The Dragon King Festival Ends
All the mages were exhausted and collapsed on the ruins, some leaning against broken walls, some lying in the rubble, and some lying face up.
Once the battle was over, the tension finally eased, and I collapsed completely.
Riyao returned to the ground, his feet crunching on the broken bricks.
He found a relatively flat spot, squatted down, and dug a hole with his hands.
He stuck his fingers into the soil, dug a few times, and dug out a deep hole.
He reached into his pocket and took out a seed.
The seed was small, its surface radiating a seven-colored light, twinkling in the palm of my hand, like a colorful premium item in a game.
After returning from Tenrou Island, Riyao began preparations.
He spent two months tinkering with it, even seeking help from experienced people. He lost count of how many times he failed before finally managing to produce this one.
He threw the seeds into the hole, rubbed the soil off with his feet, and covered them up.
[Life Magic - Holy Healing Parasol Tree]
Riyao pressed his hands to the ground, and magic surged from his palms, flowing down into the soil.
The ground lit up with rings of emerald green magic circles, the light spreading along the cracks and outwards.
The seeds, imbued with magic, began to sprout vigorously.
A tender green shoot emerged from the soil, pushing aside the pebbles, and tentatively reached upwards.
The green buds grew rapidly, sprouting branches and unfolding leaves, and the trunk grew upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a short time, the green shoots grew into towering trees over two hundred meters tall.
The tree canopy blocked out the sky and the moon, its branches and leaves so dense that moonlight could not penetrate.
The Holy Healing Parasol Tree exudes a soft, healing light, which falls on the ruins and on people, making them feel warm and cozy.
Everyone in the capital felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring, their bodies warm and cozy.
His injuries are slowly healing.
Minor wounds have scabbed over, and the edges of the scabs are starting to itch—a sign of healing.
Even more serious wounds have stopped worsening; the bleeding has slowed down, coagulated, and stopped seeping out.
Some people even fell asleep immediately.
He was sleeping so peacefully, a smile on his lips, and drool was dripping from his mouth.
This startled his companion.
His companion reached out to check his breath and pulse, then let out a long sigh, plopped down on the ground, and closed his eyes as well.
Riyao sat under the tree, leaning against the trunk, and let out a long breath.
Such a wide-ranging Healing Magic is still quite laborious.
Mirajane flew over.
She retracted her Satan Soul form, her wings vanished, the markings on her body faded, and she returned to her normal appearance.
I stumbled when I landed and almost lost my balance.
She saw Riyao sitting on the ground, so she quickly ran over, squatted down, and hugged Riyao tightly.
His arms were wrapped tightly around her, and her chin rested on the top of Riyao's head.
"Is it really okay to use such a large-scale spell?"
"I underestimated the power consumption of this magic; it almost drained my mana."
Riyao rested his head against Mirajane's chest, his voice muffled and indistinct.
Today was quite busy too.
He fell asleep in Mirajane's arms, snoring softly and rhythmically, clearly a sound sleeper.
Mirajane sighed, looked down at the sleeping face in her arms, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
The Fairy Tail members all moved closer to the Holy Healing Parasol Tree.
Gray dragged Juvia over, with Juvia hanging on his arm and her feet practically dragging on the ground.
Cana picked up a stick to use as a crutch, and limped along.
Elfman supported Lisanna, blood still trickling down his own arm, but it had already congealed.
They saw Riyao lying in Mirajane's arms, his eyes still closed.
Natsu slid in and landed next to the two, his knees scraping two marks on the ground, and he opened his mouth to howl.
"Riyao!!"
The sound was so loud that several leaves were shaken off the trees.
Mirajane slapped Natsu away with a single blow.
The hand landed precisely on Natsu's face, sending him tumbling twice in mid-air, arcing through the air before crashing headfirst into a nearby pile of trash.
Its two legs stood upright out of the garbage heap and even kicked twice in the air.
"Stop howling, Riyao is fine, he's just tired."
Makarov stopped himself from rushing forward.
He almost rushed out too, and even lifted one foot, but seeing Natsu's miserable state, he silently pulled his foot back.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Luckily, I was a step too late.
Otherwise, he'd be stuck in the garbage dump with Natsu.
The Fairy Tail members breathed a sigh of relief, their strength released, and they collapsed to the ground.
They all sat down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Toma directed the Royal Army to clean up the battlefield.
The soldiers quickly mobilized, searching through the ruins for severely wounded mages and carrying them on stretchers to a makeshift medical station for treatment.
The footsteps were orderly and rhythmic; occasionally someone would shout, "There's another one over here," and someone would immediately run over.
The light from the Holy Healing Parasol Tree gradually dimmed.
The branches and leaves began to wither, turning yellow from the edges, becoming brittle, and falling off one by one.
The towering tree, over two hundred meters tall, gradually shrank, its bark peeling off and crumbling into dust on the ground, scattering in the wind.
The Holy Healing Parasol Tree has completely retreated back into its seeds in the soil.
Mirajane dug into the soil, felt around with his fingers for a moment, and then pinched out the seed.
The luster on the seed surface has disappeared, and it feels warm to the touch.
"Is this still usable? Never mind, let's put it away for now and deal with it Riyao wakes up."
She stuffed it into Riyao's pocket, patted the pocket, and made sure it was in place.
Then, put your hands under Riyao's knees and back, and lift Riyao up horizontally.
Riyao twisted in her arms and rubbed his face against her chest, showing no sign of waking up.
"Wait a minute, it seems the hotel has been razed to the ground too. Where are we going to rest?"
Upon hearing Mirajane's words, the Fairy Tail members all scratched their heads.
Everyone ran their fingers through their hair, looking at each other, but no one could come up with a clear answer.
A soldier ran over, panting heavily, and had to hold his knees for several moments before straightening up.
"His Majesty requests that everyone go to the palace to rest, and that you attend the celebratory banquet tomorrow."
Natsu jumped up from the ground and sprang straight out of the garbage heap, with half a vegetable leaf still on his head.
"Wow, this is wonderful! I want a big meal!"
The group walked arm in arm toward the palace.
You helped me, I supported you, and we formed a long, crooked line. Our footsteps Leila, but everyone had a smile on their face.
Along the way, I saw mages from other guilds; they were all invited to the royal palace.
They were all covered in dust and dirt, looking utterly disheveled, their clothes riddled with holes and bloodstains, their hair strewn with brick fragments and wood chips.
Princess Hisui arranged for everyone to stay at the palace.
She stood in the middle of the hall, holding a roster, and methodically directed the maids to assign rooms to each guild. Her voice was soft, but clear and forceful.
Mirajane carried Riyao back to the room next to Princess Hisui's.
This room was much more luxurious than the temporary one we had arranged. The bed was large and soft, the curtains were silk, and there was freshly cut fruit on the coffee table.
Lisanna was so envious that she wanted to go in too. She tiptoed and peeked through the crack in the door, drool dripping from her mouth.
Mirajane threw her out.
He grabbed Lisanna by the back of her collar, lifted her up, and swung her around—the movement was clean and swift.
Lisanna flew through the air in an arc before being caught by Elfman.
Most mages fall asleep the moment their heads hit the bed, burying their faces in the pillows without even taking off their shoes.
Some went straight to the restaurant to eat.
Among them are Dragon Slayer such as Natsu and Gajeel.
They devoured the food with ravenous gusto, like wolves and tigers.
Natsu's mouth was stuffed with chicken legs, and he was holding a piece of steak in his left hand.
Sting, mimicking Natsu, buried his head in showing off his food.
Gajeel chewed the whole grilled fish, bones and all, making a crunching sound.
Mirajane glanced at the dirty Riyao and then at the clean and tidy bed.
"It's all dirty, wash it off."