Chapter 68: The Independent Guild 'The Witch's Poem'
"Hey! Read what's written in the newspaper! Those idiots from 'Fairy Tail' are in trouble again!"
"Haha! As expected, I find it very funny no matter when I watch it!"
"This kind of guild actually has Fiore number one? We don't admit it! Right?!"
"Yes, yes!" "That's right!" "We are the first, right?!"
In front of a wine table that looked like a guild hall, a drunken man held up a newspaper in his hand to publicize the deeds of a certain guild, which immediately attracted a crowd of mocking boos.
In the kingdom of Fiore, there are indeed many magician guilds of different sizes, and "Fairy Tail" is only the most prestigious one among them.
Some people will pursue you, and some will naturally oppose you.
But currently, there is only one person who has the ability to challenge.
That is a guild that also has the "Holy Ten Great Magicians" as its president and has many S-class magicians...
——"The Ruler of Ghosts".
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——Gaji, garji.
Chewing the iron plate in his hand with a disdainful expression, the man with fierce eyes and a face decorated with iron nails wiped the iron piece from the corner of his mouth after hearing other people's comments, and then punched away the one closest to him.
companion.
"W-what are you doing! Gajeel!!"
"Hey! Are you okay!!"
This inexplicable behavior really shocked the people nearby, but most of them just didn't dare to say anything when they should be angry, and those who dared to speak didn't dare to take action, so they could only suppress the resentment.
Who knows that this man is one of the trump cards recognized by their president personally, and his "Iron Dragon-Slaying Magic" makes it impossible for ordinary people to attack him.
"Humph! What a bunch of losers! If you are really unhappy, just kill a few goblins! The chattering here is really noisy."
Spitting out the metal embedded in his teeth, Gajeel looked at the circle of guild members who lowered their heads, and his anger grew even stronger.
Apart from laughing at each other here every day, there is no real action at all. This kind of clown-like behavior makes this man's patience almost reach the limit.
(A bunch of trash!)
Cursing secretly again, looking at the group of members who no one dared to react to, Tie Long felt bored and had to sit back with a straight face.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are always some 'idiots' who are not afraid of death.
——Pah, pah, pah.
"...As expected of Lord Gajeel, the 'Iron Dragon'. His momentum and strength are truly unmatched by ordinary people."
Flirty compliments and applause sounded together, and a short man wearing a mask jumped to Gajeel's side, as if he wanted to draw him closer.
Unfortunately, what responded to him was a speeding iron rod.
"Tsk..."
"...I should have warned you not to approach me with the scent of a woman?! Saludi!"
Dragons have a very sensitive sense of smell, and this guy who has a feminine scent all day long after joining him is the type that Gajeel is most disgusted with.
"Haha... This is rude of me."
He dodged the blow with agility, and the man named 'Sarudi' didn't feel angry at all.
As for what he was thinking in his heart, that is another matter.
"Tch, hypocritical guy."
I hate him, but Gajeel has to admit that this masked man still has some strength.
I heard that it seems to use ice modeling magic? It’s interesting.
Showing a bloodthirsty smile, he had already made up his mind to find an opportunity to give this newcomer a warm 'teaching'.
Although it's okay now, it's rare for the leader to appear here, so it's better to give him some face.
The farce gradually subsided, and everyone in the guild returned to their positions and started doing whatever they were supposed to do.
But not long after, the voice of inquiry from the door disrupted this hard-won peace again.
"...Well, let me ask, this is the headquarters of the 'Ghost Ruler', right?"
The person who walked to the door with half-closed eyes and asked aloud was a girl with emerald green hair and a little girl.
"Hey! This lady is very pretty!"
"That's right, this is the best guild in Fiore!"
"If you look carefully, the kid next to her is also very handsome!"
They gathered towards the two of them with lustful eyes. These people thought they were admirers attracted by the name of their guild.
"Really...that's really..."
The magic emanating from underfoot blew away the dust.
"A bunch of idiots!! Stay away from that woman!!!!"
"Very good……"
The next second, I noticed that the unusual shouting stopped suddenly.
Because of the members who had just surrounded the two girls.
All have disappeared.
"...Damn it! You are so courageous! Woman!"
The Iron Dragon Slayer Mage filled with murderous intent, the ghost members who fled away screaming "There is an attacker", and the mysterious "guest" with a cold face.
Faced with the sudden and strange scene, no one in this 'Light' guild knew what was going on.
No.
Maybe there is someone who knows.
(…)
(Too slow, Brandish.)
Playing with his crystal ball leisurely, the man in the mask grinned.
"...Speaking of which, President, today is Wendy's first mission?"
In the Magic Council, while communicating with the flashing communicator, Jellal smiled knowingly when he was talking about a certain young girl.
Thinking of the little sister who has always been loved and cared for by everyone, and now she can "take charge of her own business", this young man, who is only about twenty years old, has a look of emotion on his face.
"The other party is a 'ghost', right? One of the problematic 'lights' that Urrudia investigated."
He leaned on the armrest with his face propped up and confirmed that the reason why their guild did not seek to be certified as an official guild was because the existence and form of activities were very special, and everyone had a "gloomy past".
"But wouldn't it be too much to just do it with Brandish and Urrutia? Let's not talk about the "Four Elements" for the moment. President Joseph is also one of the "Holy Ten" after all."
As a junior, Jellal has not officially met Joseph. If he is used as a standard, this mission should be very difficult.
"...Don't worry, Irene is going too this time."
"——!"
Hearing the answer from the communicator, the blue-haired young man's face was surprised at first, and then turned into a bitter smile.
"Really? Did Ms. Irene go there too..."
"I hope they don't go too far this time."
Even if the president blocked the Western Continent Empire's exploratory attack two years ago, if one of the "Holy Ten" falls, the Council will not be able to pretend to turn a blind eye.
This is one of the reasons why their guild has been attacking the 'light' guild but has not been recognized as a dark guild.
An independent guild that wanders between light and darkness, the identity of the president and members is a mystery.
——"The Witch's Poem".
(Looks like I have to be busy again.)
After shrugging his shoulders and chatting for a few more words with the president who didn't know where he was now, the blue-haired young man continued to prepare for the aftermath.
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Standing on a snowfield filled with wind and snow, the brown-haired girl, who was not affected at all, put away the communicator in her hand and looked at the continuous mountain peaks.
(...So, things are going smoothly at the guild, so what happens here...)
The footprints left behind were quickly buried, and the girl's figure slowly disappeared into the storm.
(…)
(will you come……)
("Akunololia"......)
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here.
It is the end point of a "hundred-year mission" that has never been completed.