Magic in the wizarding world functioned very differently from magic in Fairy Tail’s world. Because of that, the wands Rowan had crafted in the past could only amplify spells from that other system. They did nothing for Fairy Tail mages.
That limitation no longer existed.
As Rowan expanded his knowledge across multiple worlds, studied increasingly diverse forms of magic, and refined his understanding of alchemy to a master’s level, he quietly solved the problem. The two wands he now held were mass-produced prototypes he had casually refined while researching Fairy Sphere in the guild’s underground archives.
The wand shafts were ford from magical wood condensed using the power of a Wood Dragon. The cores were... his own hair.
Crude in appearance. Ruthless in effect.
For mages below Saint-class, casting with these wands multiplied spell output by nearly ten tis. Even Saint-class mages saw their power jump by at least threefold.
Rowan had already made a hundred of them.
Originally, the plan was simple. Once the fair-weather mbers finished leaving the guild, he would equip every loyal but underpowered mage with one. Stronger spells ant faster jobs, better inco, and a self-sustaining rise in overall strength.
The Grand Magic Gas just accelerated the titable.
As for mages like Alzack and Bisca, who relied on weapons instead of wands, Rowan could simply enchant their equipnt directly.
"What... is this?" Marcus asked, turning the small wooden stick over in his hand.
Laki nodded in confusion. It looked fragile enough to snap between fingers.
"A magic amplifier I made," Rowan said lightly. "Try it. It’ll help tomorrow."
Their expressions changed instantly.
They had just watched Alzack and Bisca level a hillside. Envy had been simring ever since.
"Sand Magic: Sand Surge!"
"Wood Make: Eternal Bond!"
They raised the wands together.
Golden and erald magic circles flared at the tips. A roaring sandstorm erupted forward, followed by massive wooden constructs slamming down like colossal feet.
When the dust settled, the flat ground ahead had vanished, replaced by a massive crater.
Marcus and Laki froze.
"...This is more like it," Rowan said, satisfied.
With a flick of his paw, repair magic flowed outward, restoring the ruined terrain. Monts later, they were back in the dormitory.
"Guild Master, tomorrow’s points are guaranteed!" Marcus said, eyes blazing.
Laki nodded fiercely. Confidence radiated from all four of them.
Rowan shook his head again.
"Still not enough."
Four black cloaks embroidered with Fairy Tail’s emblem appeared in his grasp. He handed one to each of them.
"Wear these before your matches. Against normal opponents, your current strength is plenty. But if you run into soone near Saint-class, or with strange magic, activate the cloak."
They slipped them on, waiting.
"Channel magic," Rowan instructed.
The mont they did, all four vanished.
At the sa ti, they felt a solid barrier snap into place around their bodies.
These weren’t ordinary cloaks. Rowan had forged them through alchemy, layering concealnt magic and reinforced protection spells into the fabric. With magic flowing, the wearer beca invisible and shielded.
If brute force failed, ambush was an option.
This, too, had been part of Rowan’s long-term plan. Every Fairy Tail mage would eventually have one.
The four removed the cloaks, staring at Rowan in open awe.
"You’re incredible, Guild Master..."
Before they could recover, Rowan produced four small boxes and placed one into each pair of hands.
"And if even that isn’t enough," he said calmly, "open these."
They opened the boxes.
Inside was a spatial container the size of a football field. Standing within were twenty steel giants, each five ters tall.
"They can’t use magic," Rowan explained, "but their offense and defense are solid. Give them orders and they’ll fight for you."
He taught them the control commands.
The constructs were magical puppets, ford through adaptive transformation and animation spells. Nothing special by Rowan’s standards. Extrely useful by anyone else’s.
"With this," he concluded, "even Saint-class opponents are beatable."
He had fully ard them now.
Saint-class mages varied wildly in strength. So were monsters. Others barely deserved the title. Against the weaker ones, this team had real odds.
And if they still lost?
There were team battles and free-for-alls ahead.
Most importantly, Saint-class mages were rare. The odds of facing one tomorrow were slim.
"Guild Master... having you really is our blessing."
The four clutched their boxes, grinning like children handed the world.
"Get so sleep," Rowan said. "Tomorrow, we remind them why Fairy Tail has always stood at the top."
He returned to his room.
Sabertooth’s five Saint-class mages?
Once the Gas were over, Rowan intended to turn every remaining Fairy Tail mber into a fighter of that level.
The Kingdom simply wasn’t ready for that yet.
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