harleyscars Chapter 45: A grudge? Settled it that very day!
Chapter 45: A grudge? Settled it that very day!
Inside the venue.
Although the oppressive atmosphere dissipated, the conflict between Chase and Germain still sparked the presidents' imaginations, and they discussed it among themselves.
"Tell me, Chess, what exactly happened?" Makarov pulled Chess aside and asked in a deep voice.
"I sensed that guy's undisguised malice from the beginning, though I'm not entirely sure why," Chase replied.
"A petty person who can't stand seeing others in the limelight and gets jealous..."
Makarov recalled Bob's earlier analysis.
The council did not tell him that the person who awakened the Eighteen Divine Magic of the Calamity was Lady Saberbite.
Germain, is it? I've got it!
Although Chess had the upper hand in the confrontation, given Makarov's protective nature, he naturally wouldn't let it go so easily.
That being said, on the surface, he still symbolically warned Chess: "After all, the other party is the guild leader of a legitimate guild. Next time a similar situation occurs, remember to tell me in advance."
"Haha, isn't this good too?"
Chess gestured around with his eyes. "Guild Master, haven't you noticed that since Germain left, some of the guilds that were eyeing us have become much more subdued?"
"So, this is the real reason you approached Germain?" Makarov raised an eyebrow.
"The guild leader brought me here to intimidate those unruly guilds, right?" Chess asked with a smile.
Fairy Tail's reputation in Fiore is so great that it's inevitable that some rivals will be envious and unhappy—the relationship between legitimate guilds is not just one of alliance, but also one of fierce competition!
Otherwise, Joseph, the ruler of the ghosts, would not have raised an army to hunt fairies in the future!
Upon hearing this, Makarov was slightly taken aback.
"While I have indeed considered this, I'd prefer a gentler approach like newspaper content..."
"Isn't it better now? We can just skip all this trouble." Chase shrugged.
"You little rascal!" Makarov said with a helpless laugh.
As they were talking, the thin Robin slowly walked over.
"Brother Chess, thank you for earlier. You saved this old man from being embarrassed."
Before Chess could speak, Makarov stepped forward and said, "This brat is just young and impetuous and doesn't know any better. It's you who have to worry about him, Chairman Robin."
He had heard more or less about the secret of the Cat's Den, the "guild of one person," and knew just how unfathomable this old man in front of him, who could definitely be considered a senior, truly was!
"Young and impetuous, he wouldn't be capable of such a heroic act as single-handedly blocking the eighteen war gods of the evil demon to protect the tourists."
Robin sighed, "Possessing great power yet not losing sight of the heart to protect the weak, a mage as outstanding as Chess is a rare sight these days."
"Hahaha! Chase is just a destructive idiot, he doesn't deserve such high praise from you!"
Makarov chuckled and patted Chess on the shoulder.
His words sounded quite modest, but the laughter that echoed throughout the room carried a hint of smug satisfaction—no, it was overt smug satisfaction!
This is the scene he's been looking forward to since yesterday, all dressed in a suit!
Looking at Makarov, whose old face was beaming with smug satisfaction, Chess: ⚆_⚆
Robin Lu hadn't expected this guy's reaction to be so exaggerated, and had no choice but to interrupt:
"Speaking of which, there's a clumsy little girl in my guild. If Guild Master Makarov and Brother Chess happen to meet her in the future, please take care of her."
"No problem, no problem, Fairy Tail has it all covered!" Makarov patted his chest and assured them.
"Don't worry, President Robin, I will." Chess nodded in agreement.
Who could resist the adorable, goofy Wendy?
After chatting for a few minutes, Robin thanked him and turned to leave.
Following closely behind, several other club presidents came over to chat with him. Some praised Chess for doing a great job, some tried to poach Makarov's girlfriend, and one even threatened to introduce his daughter to Chess!
They are all guilds with good relations with Fairy Tail.
Of course, there were also many people standing in the shadows, scoffing at Chase and Makarov.
Guild alliances, in essence, are just a kind of martial arts world.
As the staff sent by the council arrived to preside over the meeting, the chairpersons stopped their casual conversation and took their seats, officially beginning the meeting.
Chess did not attend; after saying goodbye to Makarov, he slowly walked out of the venue.
He had absolutely no interest in these perfunctory meetings, and besides, he had other things he wanted to do.
Looking at the forest path in front of him, where the traces of the magic vehicle remained, Chess pulled out a card with his backhand.
hum.
A dazzling magic circle lit up, and when the light faded, he had vanished from the spot.
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The following morning, Magnolia Station.
Mira's "strongest team" has assembled, and led by Erza, Natsuru and the others head to the location where the Death Flute "Rarabai" might appear.
The conspiracy of the dark guild Iron Forest is thus revealed...
Meanwhile, in Kurobala town...
Since the regular meeting lasts for two days, most guild leaders, except for those from the local guilds in Kurobala Town and those who live nearby, will stay overnight at the meeting residence.
So, the presidents, who had gotten up early, sat in twos and threes and drank morning tea, preparing for the second meeting.
A strange incident that had just occurred became the hot topic of discussion among them:
During a meeting yesterday afternoon, an explosion of unknown origin occurred on a nearby hill, which was completely leveled!
In the corner, Makarov and Chess sat facing each other.
"The bombing they're talking about, was it your doing, you brat?"
Makarov held a teacup in his hand, looked at Chess with a serious expression, and lowered his voice.
He knew Chase's nature all too well—he was quick to seek revenge. How could he possibly let Germain leave so easily after being taken advantage of for no reason?
"Haha, I knew I couldn't hide it from you, President..."
Chess chuckled and scratched his head.
Makarov, having received a correct answer, showed little emotional change; he simply picked up his teacup and took a small sip of tea.
"I hope my identity hasn't been exposed?"
Being protective of his own, he naturally couldn't blame Chase for his behavior, or rather, he tacitly approved of it.
However, since Germain is the leader of a legitimate guild, his undisguised attack might make things more complicated.
"no."
"Well done, that puts my mind at ease."
"I wasn't pretending."
"puff!!!"
Makarov spat out the tea he hadn't yet swallowed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Don't worry, President, the problem you're worried about won't happen."
Chase took out a handkerchief and wiped the tea off his face, calmly saying, "If it were you, would you tell everyone that you got beaten up by a junior member of another guild?"
He might not have had that confidence with anyone else, but what kind of person is Germain?
How dare someone who constantly shouts that strength is absolute and believes that the weak have no right to stay in the guild let others know that he was defeated by a brat?
Therefore, he not only won't tell anyone, but he will also use every means to cover it up!
Makarov briefly imagined the scene and immediately nodded in strong agreement.
Are you kidding me? Go tell those bastards in the council that you got beaten black and blue by a junior?
Does he even have any shame?!
at the same time.
Location of the Saberbite Tiger, the mage guild.
Three children and two kittens sat around a table.
A newspaper was spread out on the table, and it contained a report about the Isle of Evil's Ruins!
"Wow, that's amazing, Miss Na Na! Did he really use that giant lightsaber to restrain the monster's movements?"
Little Stinger lay on the table, fantasizing about whether he could eat that lightsaber.
"As expected of Natsu's guild, they have such powerful mages..." Little Rogue murmured in admiration.
"It's not just a lightsaber, it also has a six-pointed star magic circle!"
At this moment, Mimi Neba, who still had short hair, stared blankly at the figure in the newspaper with eyes full of admiration. "One day, I will become a powerful mage like Mr. Chess!"
"Before that, Miss, could you please get me out of this strange space...?"
The crimson kitten Rector was frantically pacing around in the green, chaotic space.
"Ah? Sorry, sorry, I'm not familiar with this magic yet."
Mimi Nieba quickly dispelled the spell she had accidentally activated.
Freed from his restraints, Rector fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His comical appearance made several children burst into laughter.
Boom!
The loud sound of the door opening interrupted the cheerful atmosphere.
The shadows blocked the sunlight streaming in, and Germain, his face bruised and swollen, slowly walked in.
The three children took two steps back in fear—including Minerva, they were terrified of the hot-tempered president.
"Guild Master, what happened to you?" The guild members noticed the injury on his face.
"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell on the way back."
Just as Chase had predicted, Germain didn't dare tell anyone the truth.
After saying that, he ignored the guild members and walked up to the three little ones with a gloomy face.
Upon seeing the newspaper on the table, Germain's anger surged instantly, and he smashed the newspaper and the wooden table into dust with a single punch!
"Minebaba! It seems you haven't listened to a word I said."
Germain's tone was icy.
Looking at the flying scraps of paper and wood, Minerpa was terrified, but when she thought of the scene of being protected that day, a strong courage suddenly arose in her heart.
"Father, I... I believe that even without abandoning the weak, one can become incredibly strong, just like Chester..."
boom!
Before he could finish speaking, a heavy kick came flying straight at him without any mercy.
Minerva's petite body swept through the air, smashing tables and chairs along the way before crashing into the guild's bar.
"Remember this well: from now on, your goal is to surpass Chase and crush him under your feet."
"Get ready, I will give you special training in the future."
Without even glancing at Minerva, who was lying in the ruins coughing up blood, Germain coldly left these words and turned to leave.