MMB Chapter 43: Erza's Secret
Chapter 43: Erza's Secret
Faced with Erza's genuine concern, Wendy could no longer remain silent.
"I...don't feel unwell."
Wendy answered softly. Lying was also a very difficult thing for her. Her whole body turned as red as a ripe duck, and it looked like steam was about to come out of her head.
"Erza, what's wrong?"
Seeing Wendy's troubled expression, Moen quickly stepped in to help her out, drawing Erza's attention to her.
Erza quickly turned her gaze to Moen, her expression somewhat troubled. She herself didn't want to bring up those things; she preferred to keep them buried in her heart.
"You guys...were you talking about Gerald just now?"
Erza looked troubled, but she finally asked the question; she was still too concerned about it.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Moen calmly nodded, giving an affirmative answer.
This caused Wendy and Mister Gon to look at him with shocked expressions.
What happened to keeping the secret for Mistergang?
"Erza...do you know Jellal? How did you meet? What's your relationship?"
Under the shocked gazes of Wendy and Mystergan, Moen, looking puzzled, took the initiative and began to ask Erza questions.
"Geralt... is my friend."
Faced with Moen's doubts, Erza hesitated slightly at first, but finally firmly said the word "friend".
Erza's behavior clearly indicates that she has a story with this "Jeral," which Moen can see at a glance.
Mystergan was no exception, which made him feel a chill run down his spine.
Coincidentally, it wasn't just Erza who knew Jellal; Mystogan also knew Erza of Edolas...
How could things be so coincidental? It's like exactly what I feared has happened.
"Then we're not talking about the same Gerald. The Gerald we just talked about is a friend from mystogan's hometown."
Moen shook his head and said something that made all three people present pause in surprise.
"what?"
Erza looked at Mystogan with a slightly bewildered expression. This answer was unexpected, and she didn't quite believe it.
"That's right."
Mystergan reacted quickly, immediately echoing his sentiment.
The blue-haired boy deliberately lowered his voice and spoke sparingly, because his voice might become his weakness.
"In Mystogan's hometown, there's a tradition of concealing one's face when going out, so that others can't see it. Erza, the Jellal you know, he shouldn't be like that, right?"
Before Erza could speak, Moen delivered a decisive blow, effectively ending Erza's conversation and blocking her path.
"..."
This left Erza, who had originally wanted to see Mystogan's true appearance, speechless. She couldn't very well ask someone to break tradition...
"That's definitely not the case..."
Erza spoke up, beginning to doubt whether she had really made a mistake.
Mystergan did give her a very familiar feeling, but in other ways, there were indeed many differences.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
Seeing that Erza seemed to have been successfully persuaded by Moen, Mystogan was about to leave immediately, intending to stay away from Erza from now on.
'I should leave as soon as possible. I have important things to do; I need to stop Anima from harming this world.'
Mistgang thought to himself, and he made a decision: unless something serious happened, he would come back less often in the future.
"Erza, can you tell us about this Jellal? We don't know anything about your past."
Even after Mystergan left, Moen still didn't let Erza go. He continued his attack, preparing to dig into Erza's story.
Now that things have come to this point, Moen was able to ask further questions. Normally, he would never do something like this.
Everyone has a story, and if the atmosphere isn't right, forcing yourself to pry into someone else's story will only make everyone feel awkward.
"There's nothing to say, it's all in the past."
However, Erza shook her head and spoke with feigned nonchalance, as if she no longer cared about the past.
"..."
This time, not only Moen, but even Wendy could see it.
Erza's claim that "it's all in the past" is actually a lie that "it's never truly over." She's clearly deceiving herself.
"Okay, let's not talk about the past."
Moen nodded, but didn't expose Erza. Erza was doing well now, much better than when she first arrived a year ago. He didn't want to upset Erza and turn her back into that withdrawn girl who would always be alone in a corner.
"Now we're partners, family. You can ask me for help with anything. After all, I'm the older brother."
As Moen spoke with a smile, he reached out and ruffled Erza's red hair. It felt soft and pleasant.
And Erza, unusually, didn't slap his hand away.
"What do you mean by 'brother'? He's not even a few days older than me."
The red-haired girl smiled gently and spoke slowly, her tone slightly reproachful.
"Speaking of which, isn't Moen's birthday coming up soon?"
Gray's head suddenly popped out from behind Erza and continued the conversation.
Of the children present, Gray was the most senior besides Moen, and he knew Moen better. He even remembered Moen's birthday, which was probably in the next couple of days.
"Yes, I look forward to your gifts."
Moen smiled and nodded in confirmation, then raised an eyebrow, openly indicating that he was making this kind of joke because everyone was on good terms with him, and no one would feel offended.
"Just you wait, Moen! I'll find you an awesome present!"
Gray clenched his fist and said excitedly that he had received many gifts from Moen, so he was very keen on giving Moen a gift.
Previously, because he was young and didn't have much money, he gave Moen all sorts of random things. Now that he has saved some money, he can naturally choose carefully.
"Then I'll send an even cooler gift!"
Natsu, not to be outdone, immediately clashed with Gray, determined to prove himself on this matter.
Although Natsu has only been a little over a month since joining Fairy Tail, and if you have to say, he has only known Moen for a short time.
But Natsu and Moen have gotten along well. Moen is like a little sun, warming everyone around him and giving them care, making the children want to surround him.
"No need to spend money, as long as the thought is there, that's enough. For example, the ice sculpture you gave me last year, Gray, is still frozen in my freezer."
Seeing Gray and Natsu arguing about "who can give Morn a cooler gift," Morn's eyes crinkled with laughter. He was genuinely happy; it felt like his sincere efforts had been rewarded.