Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

Jason held a cup of herbal tea in his left hand and a cup of fruit tea in his right, taking a sip of bitterness and a sip of sweetness, his taste buds being repeatedly pulled apart by the alternation of bitterness and sweetness.

I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of my life.

(´◊ω◊｀)

"COOL! This way of drinking is simply ingenious! After bitterness comes sweetness!"

He continued walking downhill and suddenly saw several fruits being flung into the air ahead.

Apples, pears, and watermelons twirl and flutter in mid-air, reflecting an alluring luster as sunlight shines upon them.

Immediately afterwards, several sharp sword lights flashed by, so fast that they were almost invisible.

All you could hear was the "whoosh" sound as the fruit was precisely cut and sculpted in mid-air, separating the peel from the flesh, and the fragments fell like snowflakes.

Then the carved fruits fell precisely into a row of neat boxes, each one carved into a lifelike little animal shape.

There are birds spreading their wings, rabbits sitting, puppies wagging their tails, and kittens tilting their heads.

Every cut was perfectly placed, and even the texture of the feathers and hairs was clearly visible.

Jason was so excited he almost dropped the two cups of tea in his hands.

"COOL! Fairy Queen Erza! What exquisite swordsmanship! She can even carve fruit with her sword!"

Erza stood behind the stall, still holding two rapiers in her hands. She had changed into casual clothes, but her imposing presence remained undiminished.

She sheathed her sword, slightly raised her chin, and looked smug.

The children were drawn to the wonderful performance and crowded the booth, standing on tiptoe, craning their necks, their eyes sparkling, exclaiming "Wow!" and "Amazing!"

"I want the little bird too!"

"I want a little bunny!"

"My sister is amazing!"

Erza picked up a box of toothpicks from the table and handed them to the children who had gathered around, her movements unusually gentle.

"Come on, eat it with a toothpick, don't use your hands, it's dirty."

The children took the toothpicks and chattered excitedly around the stall, carefully using them to pick up small fruit animals, reluctant to eat them.

Erza, seeing that her creations were loved by the children, put her hands on her hips and gave a smug hum.

"Hmph, I do have a real talent for cooking."

Lucy, who had been following Jason all the way, hid nearby and couldn't help but complain.

"That's just knife skills! What does it have to do with cooking skills! Don't you know the consequences of your own actions regarding the chocolate you made?!"

Erza's lips twitched for a moment, but she quickly regained her smile and pretended not to hear.

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

Jason used a toothpick to make a miniature Happy-shaped fruit. It was a kitten with its wings spread and its tail held high, looking exactly like Happy.

When Happy, who was perched on Lucy's head, saw this miniature version of himself, he instinctively covered his little bottom and tucked his tail tightly between his legs.

Jason bit off Mini Happy's head, chewed it a couple of times, and then his eyes lit up.

"COOL! COOL!"

Happy touched his head, trembling.

"My head feels a little cold..."

Lucy laughed gleefully.

"Serves you right, who told you to laugh at me just now."

Jason continued exploring the stalls, and as he walked, a melody of elegant classical music drifted into his ears. He looked in the direction of the sound and was so excited that he almost jumped up.

"COOL! Fairy Tail's Thunder God Squad! And S-Class Mage Laxus!"

This stall is completely different from the others.

The other stalls were like roadside food stalls, but this one managed to pull off a Michelin-starred setup.

On the long table covered with a white tablecloth were exquisite tableware, silver cutlery gleaming under the light, and stemmed glasses filled with ruby-red wine.

Abba Grin summoned a group of orbs of light, making the entire stall sparkle and look like a dreamlike fairy tale world.

"Even if you're setting up a stall, you have to make it the brightest one! Oh ho ho... cough."

Abba Green choked a little after posing, but quickly cleared her throat and regained her elegance.

Bigelow stood in front of the workbench, letting his little ones release beams of light as thin as hair, precisely cutting the steaks. Each cut was neat and even in thickness, more precise than a machine.

"My darlings are really good at cutting things up." He proudly stroked the small totem figurine beside him.

The totem figures nodded in unison, chanting in agreement, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Wearing a sharp suit and white gloves, Philid gracefully seared a steak in the pan, the butter sizzling as the steak developed a perfect caramel color.

His movements were fluid and effortless; he flipped the noodles, seasoned them, plated them, and did it all in one go. Then he poured a glass of red wine and placed it in front of Laxus.

"Lord Laxus, the medium-rare steak and the 1982 Lafite are ready."

Laxus sat on a leather sofa, eyes closed, wearing headphones and listening to music, looking every bit the part of a big shot.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he slightly opened his mouth, and Fred skillfully cut a small piece of steak with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth.

Laxus chewed twice, nodded expressionlessly, and continued to enjoy it with his eyes closed.

Jason was so excited that he almost filled his notebook with notes.

"COOL! The bond between the Thors and Laxus is so COOL! This chemistry! This teamwork! It's absolutely flawless!"

Lucy, who had been following behind, watched this scene and couldn't help but complain.

"Are you guys here to set up a stall or camp? You even brought a sofa? And where did you see this connection?"

Jason glanced at the steak that Philip had cooked and couldn't resist reaching out his fork to pick up a couple of pieces to try.

As a result, Philid suddenly turned his head, his eyes fierce like a wolf guarding its food, his knife and fork blocking the steak, and a dangerous smile on his lips.

(▼ヘ▼#)

"This is Lord Laxus."

Jason withdrew his hand, chuckled awkwardly, took two steps back, and could only continue walking.

"COOL! Chairman Makarov is setting up a stall himself! So cool! Purple Flame Macao! Smoker Wakaba!"

Lucy, her heart broken, crouched on the ground, burying her head in her hands.

"Even Macao and Wakaba are this famous... What am I anyway...?"

The entire stall was shrouded in smoke, like a small fairyland.

Makarov sat on a small stool with a tea set in front of him, slowly taking a small packet of tea leaves out of his pocket.

That was a top-quality tea that he had swiped from Riyao, which he carefully tossed into the teapot.

"Come, come, try the tea I brewed."

Makarov picked up the teapot and filled the cup in front of him with a slow and deliberate motion, displaying the demeanor of a tea master.

Wakaba took a puff of his pipe, exhaled a smoke ring, and the smoke ring slowly spread in the air, turning into the shape of a flower.

He leaned back in his chair, looking as relaxed as a seasoned smoker.

"Are you tired from shopping? Sit down and rest for a bit, have a cup of tea and relax."

Macao took the pipe from Wakaba, took a puff, exhaled a cloud of smoke, then pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and dumped them on the table with a "clatter".

"Come on, these are Riyue's premium spiced melon seeds. Enjoy them with tea, it's wonderful."

Jason sat down, sipping tea and eating sunflower seeds, and took out his notebook to prepare for an interview with Makarov.

"Guild Master Makarov, how much property has Fairy Tail destroyed this year? Has the guild considered controlling the scale of the destruction?"

Makarov's hand holding the teacup froze, his lips twitched, and then he suddenly clutched his stomach, making a pained expression.

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"Oh dear! My belly! Getting old is no good, I'll be right back!"

He put down his teacup, jumped off the small stool, and ran quickly toward the guild hall with his short legs, moving at a speed that was nothing like that of an old man.

Jason froze, staring in the direction Makarov had disappeared.

"Chairman Makarov?"

Wakaba calmly took a puff of his cigarette.

"Don't wait any longer, he's just making excuses to pee. He does this every time someone asks him this question."

Macaou added while cracking sunflower seeds.

"Last year, a reporter asked the same question, and the chairman hid in the toilet for two hours."

Jason frantically scribbled in his notebook in frustration.

"Chairman Makarov has chosen a strategic retreat in the face of the issue of compensation for damages."

Lucy peeked out from behind the stall and muttered to herself.

"So just how much was destroyed...?"

Wakaba and Macao exchanged a glance and said in unison.

"Don't ask, I just don't know."

The aroma of tea wafted through the air, and Jason sat in Makarov's seat, sipping tea and munching on sunflower seeds. Although he was going to run a long distance, the tea was indeed delicious, and the sunflower seeds were indeed fragrant.

He glanced at the densely filled notes in his notebook, nodded in satisfaction, and then continued walking towards the next stall.

The harvest festival's food extravaganza continues, with laughter and chatter filling the courtyard and the air saturated with the aroma of various foods.

The Fairy Tail mages, in their own ways, brought an unforgettable eve of harvest to this town.

The ballot box was set up in the center of the courtyard, and the ballots were already overflowing.