Mystogan stopped when he heard someone call his name.
His gaze fell on Blanc, and he paused in mild surprise before lowering his voice to offer a polite greeting.
"Oh. Fancy meeting you here."
He gave Blanc a slight nod, pulled the brim of his hat lower, and walked past him. Before long, he disappeared around the corner.
Blanc stood where he was, gazing in the direction Mystogan had left as he sank into thought.
Mystogan-or rather, Jellal, the prince of the other world, Edolas. The otherworldly counterpart of this world's Jellal.
To stop Edolas from continually sending over the magic-draining super spell Anima, he had crossed into this world as a child and spent years working to stop it.
But... as far as Blanc was concerned, sealing Anima's space-time rifts all by himself was painfully inefficient.
I wonder how my duplicate in Edolas is doing.
If my duplicate does something that keeps the kingdom from deploying that massive Anima to suck all of Magnolia over, I'll have to ask Mystogan to help me cross over when the time comes.
After all, I'd better reclaim the other half of my power to deal with the Black Dragon.
Reining in his wandering thoughts, Blanc smiled and shook his head. He turned around, already able to see Fairy Tail's distinctive guild doors in the distance.
Yet before he could get close, the sounds of a heated, hostile argument drifted faintly through the doors to his ears.
Things like, "Natsu, you can't even beat Erza, and you think you can beat me?" "You come up here!" "You come down here!" and "You're not allowed on the second floor."
Blanc paid it no mind. In Fairy Tail, a quiet day in the hall would have been the strange thing.
But then, as Blanc approached