After the girls arrived all the way at the eastern outskirts forest, they quickly found the correct direction, just follow the cheerful sound of the lyre.
From the very beginning when he started learning music, Moen had chosen to practice in the eastern outskirts forest. This place would not disturb others. After all, when Voltaava first began teaching, he had not yet bought a house and was still living in a hotel, so it was naturally inappropriate to hold lessons there.
Now, although Voltaava had already purchased a house, they had grown accustomed to teaching here and did not move back.
In an outdoor setting, with green mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers fragrant, playing music and singing really carried a certain atmosphere.
Speaking of which, the performance hall sponsored by Jude Heartfilia had already begun construction. Jude was indeed very perceptive, he did not hesitate to entrust this task to Fairy Tail, and even offered a very generous price.
The cooperative relationship between the two sides had been formally established. Jude was also someone who knew how to return favors, very skilled in handling affairs, leaving everyone with a good impression. At the very least, as a business partner, Jude was extremely qualified and trustworthy.
Everyone in the guild had already started getting busy, beginning the construction of the performance hall. This was also letting them enjoy the benefits of cooperating with the Heartfilia conglomerate in advance. This job earned far more than the one where they built a house for Mira's family before—otherwise, no one would have taken it.
"Although I'm a cowboy—"
As they drew closer to the source of the music, a cheerful singing voice reached the girls' ears. A kind of joy rose from their hearts, as if it made one want to dance along. The lively singing and the lyre complemented each other, making the entire forest seem to sway. The birds chirped excitedly, joining in harmony.
"—why not drink beer?"
The strange lyrics were something no one could quite understand, but the cheerfulness contained within them was something everyone could feel.
"Is that Moen singing?"
Erza's expression was filled with shock. Clearly, she had not expected this at all, but that familiar voice was something she could never mistake.
"I-it really seems like it."
As the leader of the "blind-faith faction," Mirajane was also stunned. Evidently, her belief had not been quite so blind after all.
"What a cheerful song~"
The girls quickened their pace and arrived at the clearing by the stream. Sure enough, they saw Moen, along with Voltaava and Lyra.
Moen's fingers rapidly plucked the lyre's strings, producing an extremely cheerful melody. That terrifying hand speed and technique elevated the lyre to a level that did not belong to it at all.
Those few simple strings could not even produce all the tones, yet under Moen's control, they truly turned decay into magic.
Of course, the powerful magic Moen infused into the lyre could not be ignored either. The final formation of the music was achieved through the combined effort of magic power, technique, and instrument.
An ordinary lyre simply could not withstand such treatment. Without magic power, many tones would be extremely difficult to produce, and technique was naturally the key that connected everything together.
"Eh? Why did you all come over?"
Seeing Erza, Mirajane, and the others gather around, Moen stopped playing and singing, looking at them in surprise.
Voltaava and Lyra also looked over at the group. As for these Fairy Tail children, they did not find them unfamiliar.
After all, aside from Moen, Erza, and Mirajane—who were slightly older—the children mostly operated within Magnolia, primarily taking commissions inside the city.
"Moen, what was that song just now?"
Lisanna stepped forward, asking curiously. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. As expected, Moen had already learned extremely well. Although she did not really understand music, a song that could affect her emotions so strongly could not possibly be bad.
"Uh… I call it Cowboy Is Very Busy."
Moen replied. As his mastery of the lyre grew, the first thing he wanted to do was naturally to recreate familiar songs from his original world. During this period, he had already adapted quite a few songs, mostly lighthearted and cheerful ones like this.
Compared to mournful music, he clearly preferred this kind of lively melody.
Of course, Moen had not forgotten about the BGM matter either. The day when he would carry speakers into battle was probably not far off—he just had not yet chosen the BGM that truly belonged to him.
Sometimes he even thought that perhaps he could gather ideas together with everyone in the guild and jointly create a song that belonged to Fairy Tail, a song capable of igniting everyone's fighting spirit.
"Cowboy! I know that! It's a profession from the western continent!"
Levy spoke excitedly. Moen was not surprised at all, one could only say that it was truly Levy. There was nothing she did not know.
"So… was that the language of the western continent just now?"
Erza asked in surprise. She had not understood it at all, it did not sound like the common language used on the Ishgar Continent.
"No, the western continent also mostly uses the common language."
Levy shook her head, denying Erza's guess. The western continent, Alvarez, was unfamiliar to most of the children present. Alvarez rarely interacted with Ishgar, and even Levy only knew about it from books.
Among those present, perhaps only Voltaava had some understanding of that place. After all, being older and having lived longer naturally meant more experiences.
In Moen's impression, the last time Alvarez and Ishgar had any entanglement was about four years ago, when the two sides nearly went to war, but Alvarez ultimately restrained itself.
At that time, Moen was only eight or nine years old. These matters were things he had learned from bits and pieces of adult conversations. He did not know the specific cause or process—only that the fight never happened, and that the Magic Council had played a crucial role in it.
"This is a language from the stars. It can also be called Chinese."
Seeing everyone look at him, Moen explained. This left everyone shocked. As for Voltaava and Lyre, one human and one Celestial Spirit, they had already grown numb to such things.
"Chinese? A language from the stars?"
Levy widened her eyes. Did such a language really exist? And was it related to Celestial Spirit Magic again?
"Does it have corresponding written characters?"
The moment language and writing were mentioned, Levy instantly entered her zone. This was her trigger word—one click, professional mode activated.
"Of course it does. Such a great language naturally has writing."
Moen said proudly, then directly wrote the four characters 'Cowboy Is Very Busy' on the ground.
Levy immediately lay flat on the ground, studying them seriously. Her expression was filled with amazement and intoxication, as if she had seen a priceless treasure—clearly having her entire mind captivated by this unique script.
In this world, English did exist, referred to as "Western Script." The magic Levy used, Solid Script, utilized Western Script. As for whether Chinese characters existed, Moen truly did not know. He had not seen them in any books, if they did exist, they were probably an extremely rare ancient script.
After all, if even an expert like Levy had never heard of them, then they were undoubtedly extremely rare. That was why Moen said it was a "language from the stars." Don't ask—if you do, the answer is Celestial Spirit Magic.
"Moen! Can you teach me this language?!"
Levy's eyes sparkled like stars as she rushed up to Moen, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, wearing an adorable "please, please" expression.
"If you want to learn it, of course that's no problem."
Moen smiled as he reached out and rubbed Levy's head, agreeing without hesitation.
"Anyone else want to learn?"
Moen turned his head and asked the other children. He was more than happy to teach Chinese, it could even be used as a coded language between him and them, a language only they could understand.
"It looks really hard."
Mira stared at the writing and could not help pursing her lips.
Lisanna also waved her hands repeatedly while shaking her head. What she hated most was studying.
This entire family, under Mirajane's influence, was quite averse to studying. Although Elfman wore a suit and looked like an educated person, he was actually someone who greatly disliked reading as well.
"Forget it. I can't understand it at all."
Erza also shook her head. With that time, she would rather practice magic more—she was also aiming to challenge S-Class Mage!
Laxus becoming an S-Class Mage had stimulated quite a few people. In fact, it was not Laxus's first time taking the S-Class Mage trial—he had only succeeded after failing several times.
Erza felt that she could also start preparing for it next year. Even if she could not succeed in one attempt, she could at least accumulate experience.
After asking everyone around, only Wendy and Juvia were actually willing to learn. As for Natsu and Gray, Moen could not even be bothered to ask, if those two were willing to study, that would truly be strange.
"I'd actually like to learn singing."
Looking at Moen, Mirajane spoke up. She was quite interested in this, it was one of her few hobbies.
"Lyra, what do you think? Are you willing to accept this new student?"
Moen looked toward the Lyra Celestial Spirit, Lyra, and asked for her opinion.
"No, Moen. There's no need for me anymore. Your level is already more than enough to be a teacher. There's nothing left I can teach you."
Lyra waved her hand, refusing to teach Mirajane. She had been completely convinced by Moen's talent. In her heart, she was already absolutely certain that Moen was the one truly favored by Lyra.
"Perhaps after some more time, I'll even have to turn around and learn from you instead."
Lyra sighed emotionally, her expression full of melancholy. Once upon a time, she had been the most outstanding musician and singer—yet in just two months, she had no choice but to step aside and yield her position.
"That's exaggerated. I'm really not that amazing."
Moen smiled and replied modestly. Lyra was indeed exaggerating a bit. He felt that his own level had also more or less reached a bottleneck, making it difficult to improve much further.
The main reason was that he had already learned everything that could be taught. Lyra had been completely drained by him. If he wanted to improve further from here on out, he would have to carve out his own path—and the difficulty of that rose exponentially.
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