"Eh? Did Mom Ur move?"
Tike's eyes widened in surprise, thinking that it had only been half a year, how did Mom Ur change her residence so quickly?
"Where does she live now?"
"She is now a member of Fairy Tail, a guild located in Magnolia. She should be living there too."
"Fairy Tail..."
Hearing this name, Tike felt a sense of familiarity.
In the first magic-sparse alternate world he traveled to, the guild to which the brothers and sisters who had helped him belonged also happened to have this name.
Chill paused for a moment, deliberately taking a few more looks at Tike and Erza.
He had just heard this little boy call Ur "Mom." Could it be that they were the two children she had been constantly thinking about?
The ages barely matched up, but why did these two children look nothing like her?
And the two little girls behind them seemed to have come with them. What was going on there?
Chill's heart was full of doubts, but he didn't presumptuously ask directly. Instead, he continued:
"Although I really want to help you contact Miss Ur right now and let her know you are safe, the only Communication Lacrima in the guild capable of contacting the outside world was shattered during the last attack by the black magic cult."
"But don't worry. I've already sent Wright, the fastest runner in the guild, to the nearest branch of the Guild Alliance. He's explaining the emergency situation of our town being attacked by the black magic cult and will bring back a brand new Communication Lacrima."
"You can rest here for a few days. Once Wright returns, I'll immediately help you contact Lady Ur and discuss the next steps with her. How does that sound?"
"No need for all that trouble." Tike shook his head and lifted the pink mechanical cat beside him. "Uncle, you just need to tell Alice the route to Magnolia. She will guide us there; I guarantee we won't get lost."
"No, no, you are just children. What if you encounter danger on the road? It's not peaceful outside. The black magic cult is still active, and magical beasts often appear. It's better to stay here. At least in 'Heart of Blazing Flame,' my companions and I can protect your safety."
Tike could clearly feel the sincerity in Chill's words. The desire to "protect them" was definitely not empty talk but a genuine concern for their safety.
Tike had always held favorable impressions of those who showed him kindness.
It was just that now, Tike still chose to refuse his offer.
"Thank you, but I can protect them."
Looking at Tike's tender yet determined face, Chill couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a smile of appreciation rising at the corner of his mouth.
"To have such a sense of responsibility at such a young age, truly a remarkable little man!" Chill's tone softened considerably but still carried a hint of admonition. "However, in matters like this, you shouldn't be stubborn."
Chill was about to continue persuading him when he saw Tike extend his small hand, pointing at the wounded lying on makeshift beds inside the guild. A trace of imperceptible resentment appeared in his clear blue eyes.
"Are they all like this because of the black magic cult?"
Chill's burly body trembled slightly, and a layer of gloom instantly covered his originally kind face.
"That's right. All of this is thanks to those detestable black magic cultists... If only I were a little stronger, I could have protected everyone better and reduced the casualties."
"Guild Master Chill, please don't say that."
One of the less severely injured men heard Guild Master Chill's self-blame and struggled to sit up from the bed.
"You are already the strongest wizard in our 'Heart of Blazing Flame.' If not for your desperate fighting, I'm afraid our entire town would have been razed to the ground by those villains from the black magic cult. How could we be like this now, merely suffering some injuries?"
The man's words immediately resonated with the other wounded around him. Enduring their pain, they nodded with difficulty.
The scent emanating from these people made Tike feel quite pleasant, so much so that he didn't dislike them at all.
Therefore, he wanted to do something here.
"Let's stay here for a day," Tike suddenly turned around and said to the girls beside him.
Guild Master Chill was trying to calm his emotions. Hearing Tike suddenly say he wanted to stay, he breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and the kind smile returned to his face.
"Just rest for a few more days, wait..."
"I don't want to wait for that Communication Lacrima or whatever." Tike looked straight at Chill. "I want to help treat them."
"...You know Healing Magic?"
Although Chill wasn't a healing wizard, he had heard of this extremely rare magic. Tike looked no more than six or seven years old; had he actually mastered such advanced magic?
Tike didn't speak, just silently looked at the axe hanging on the wall.
When on the verge of death, Tike's magic power would undergo a qualitative leap, exploding with powerful strength far exceeding normal times.
This power was like two sides of a coin. It could bring the fear of destruction and death, but it could also create miracles, granting the hope of rebirth to life, just as he had done in Brago.
(There aren't as many people here as last time; the current magic power should be enough.)
Having made up his mind, Tike withdrew his gaze. He walked to a particularly severely injured wizard and extended his small hand. A soft blue light emanated from his palm, gently wrapping around the injured person's thigh.
The gruesome wound began to heal at an astonishing speed. The everted flesh slowly closed up until it returned to its original skin color, leaving only a faint scar.
The treated wounded person tried to move his leg. Although there was still a little stiffness and pain, he could move it normally.
It should be known that his injury was extremely severe, and he had been prepared to lose this leg.
"Thank you, little guy..." His voice was choked with emotion. "You really are our savior!"
Standing aside, Chill had long been completely shocked by this magical scene. His mouth hung open as he stared blankly at Tike skillfully treating one wounded person after another.
When Tike healed the last wounded person's injury and slowly walked up to Chill, he finally snapped out of it and thanked him repeatedly.
"Thank you so much! I..."
At this moment, Tike's eyelids were already fighting a losing battle. The consumption of magic power made him feel weak and exhausted, so much so that he didn't hear a word of what Chill said afterward.
He just instinctively glanced in Erza's direction, then couldn't hold on any longer. He fell forward directly, collapsing into Chill's arms, and fell into a deep sleep just like that.