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As for light magic, George thought it wouldn't hurt to learn so of it as well. Light magic had a natural counter to dark magic, and in modern society, it could easily win people over.
In today's world, people are very focused on appearances.
If soone used a grueso or dark magic, sothing that looked terrifying and disgusting, even if they were doing sothing good, people would instinctively assu they were a villain.
But if you had a pair of angel wings on your back and waved your hand, casting a warm holy light, even if you were killing soone, people would believe you were killing a bad person.
Even if it wasn't for the power of light magic, just for its flashy effects, George felt that spending ti to learn it wouldn't be a waste.
Besides, light magic wasn't weak to begin with; otherwise, it wouldn't be one of Makarov's main disciplines.
It just didn't look as awe-inspiring as giant magic. Light magic was also more difficult to learn and took longer to show results. It was said that unless you reached a certain level, it didn't have much offensive power, as its strength developed later.
On the other hand, George believed that a lot of magic could be substituted with Harry Potter-style magic. The differences in effect weren't too great, so he planned to save those for later when he had more ti.
Seeing that everyone was now properly subdued, Master Makarov returned to his normal size. With a leap, he jumped onto the table in front of them, picked up a thick stack of papers, and said seriously:
"You lot have caused trouble again. Look at all this—complaints sent by the council. Because of you, I get scolded by the council mbers every single day."
Hearing Makarov's words, everyone looked ashad.
But what happened next caught them by surprise. Makarov suddenly conjured a fla in his hand, burning all the complaint papers into ashes.
"But let the council mbers eat dirt for all I care!"
As the Fairy Tail wizards cheered, Makarov delivered an inspiring speech.
George sumd it up in a few words:
"Don't worry about it. Keep doing what you're doing. Don't let the council bother you. If there's any trouble, as your master, I'll handle it. You just focus on improving your magic and completing your tasks."
George was quite satisfied with how Makarov handled things.
His experience from his past life told him that it's not a problem if a leader lacks skill, but it's disastrous if they can't take responsibility. This master not only had strength but also shielded his guild mbers and took on their burdens—definitely a good leader.
Following such a leader in the early stages was the key to safely improving his own strength.
After the excitent died down, everyone sat back down to continue drinking, while George and the blonde girl were led by Mirajane to stand before Makarov.
"You're Lucy, right? Since Natsu recomnded you, there's no problem. Congratulations on becoming a mber of the Fairy Tail guild!"
Makarov glanced at Mirajane, who then picked up a special magical seal. She stamped a Fairy Tail insignia onto the back of Lucy's hand.
Seeing this, Lucy jumped up in excitent.
"I finally have the Fairy Tail emblem! I'm officially a Fairy Tail wizard!"
It was worth noting that Fairy Tail, being one of the most powerful wizard guilds in the kingdom, didn't accept just any wizard. Otherwise, the smaller guilds would have been wiped out long ago.
Besides strength, Fairy Tail had very high standards for the character of its mbers. Wizards with a shady past were absolutely not accepted.
"As for you—you're George, right?"
After recruiting Lucy, Makarov turned to George with a kind smile:
"I've got two questions for you:
First, why do you want to join Fairy Tail?
Second, aside from flying magic, what other magic are you skilled in?"
As a responsible guild master, he had many concerns. When it ca to wizards who wanted to join on their own, he couldn't afford to be careless.
Fairy Tail had been around for nearly a century, completed countless missions, and made many enemies with dark wizards and dark guilds. If a dark wizard guild ever sent soone to infiltrate and cause trouble, that would be disastrous.
So in reality, the strength of a wizard joining the guild didn't really matter, as they could be nurtured over ti. The founding principle of Fairy Tail was to create a place where companions could truly trust and support each other.
What mattered most were a person's identity and background, which was the main focus of Makarov's questioning.
"I have two reasons for wanting to join Fairy Tail," George said.
He raised two paw-shaped fingers and then pointed toward Happy, who was sitting on Natsu's shoulder, curiously watching him.
"First, I was born in a forest. I don't know who my parents are, and I've never seen any others like . When I heard there was a cat here in Fairy Tail similar to , I wanted to co and see for myself."
"Aye! I don't know who my parents are either. Natsu found and raised !" Happy quickly raised his right paw and responded.
It was his first ti eting soone of his own kind, so he was quite curious.
Unlike George, who grew up wild in the forest, longing to find his own kind and family, Happy had been found and raised by Natsu from birth. Growing up in the warm family atmosphere of Fairy Tail, he lived a very happy life.
Thus, Happy had never felt the need to search for others of his kind or look for his family.
"Well, it seems my first goal won't be fulfilled," George said, though his expression didn't change much. He continued, "My second reason is that I want to learn more magic. Fairy Tail is the best wizard guild in the kingdom, so I ca here."
Faced with soone like Makarov, a saint-level wizard who didn't yet know much about him, George chose not to lie. He spoke honestly about his intentions.
The first goal was originally Gold's, while the second was his own.
He wasn't here to cause trouble for Fairy Tail; he simply wanted to learn more magic, and that wasn't sothing that would count against him.
"Hahaha, you're absolutely right! Fairy Tail is the best wizard guild in the kingdom!" Makarov laughed heartily at George's words. He picked up the large mug on the table and downed the drink in one gulp.
With his 88 years of experience and his ability to sense hostility through light magic, Makarov had already more or less confird that this little one wasn't a threat.
In his mind, he had already accepted George.
Even if George, like Happy, could only use wing-based magic, that wouldn't be a problem. Once he was in the guild, he'd be considered a companion, and companions naturally helped one another. Many of them would be willing to take George along on missions to earn rewards.
For instance, Natsu and Happy, the perfect duo.
"Now, let talk about my magic," George said. "Over the years, I've learned quite a few spells, though most of them aren't very powerful. But I think there's one that's pretty decent."
He spread his wings and flew to a smashed-up table in the hall. With a wave of his paw, he chanted:
"Restore to its original state!"
In an instant, the broken table seed to rewind through ti, returning to its original condition.
George flew around the hall, casting dozens of restoration spells in succession. The guildhall, which had been so damaged that it would have required craftsn to repair, now looked as good as new, just like when George had first arrived.
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