Lisanna reinvested every jewel into the guild. New roofs. A larger kitchen. A library for Wendy and the younger members. And a memorial room —quiet, warm, with soft lighting—where portraits of lost friends hung, and where Lisanna placed a special plushie for each one. A white rose for Simon. A tiny lute for Zancrow. A silver feather for the unseen sacrifices.
It started with a simple idea. The guild hall was quiet one afternoon; Natsu and Gray were away on a job, Erza was mediating a dispute over strawberry cake, and Master Makarov was napping on the bar. Lisanna sat in the corner, sketching in a small notebook. She wasn’t drawing mission routes or magic arrays. She was drawing plushies . fairy tail lisanna xxx parodie paradise
By now, Lisanna wasn’t just a mage. She was a media mogul—though she still slept in the guild dormitory and did her own laundry. When a consortium offered to build “Fairy Tail Wonderland” outside Magnolia, she agreed on one condition: all profits went to orphanages and magical creature sanctuaries. Lisanna reinvested every jewel into the guild
No one spoke of the memorial room much. But everyone visited at least once. A library for Wendy and the younger members
It sold out in three hours.
And Lisanna? She remained Lisanna. She still went on missions—mostly rescues, always peaceful. She still cooked for the guild on Sundays. And every night, before bed, she stitched one new doll by hand. Not for sale. Just for the joy of it.