Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

The old monster experimented on me to enhance my magic. I narrowly escaped death, but I survived, and he was very happy. I'm wondering when I'll be strong enough to kill him.

I want to go on a mission; I don't want to see the old monster. The killing intent in my eyes is no longer concealed, but I'm not strong enough.

MISS.1 wrote about ten such diary entries, all filled with hatred for Roya.

Then, in one of the articles, the style changed again.

[I have another younger brother, One. He's the old monster's hope, and I planned to kill him. So I made up an excuse to take him out of the base. But One is too strong; I couldn't defeat him. The old monster actually shielded me from the attack with his own body. Why? He said, "Because he's my father." Old monster, how am I supposed to treat you?]

The old monster almost died. He fought off the gates of hell for me, and then nearly got killed by One while trying to save me. I've been torn these past few days; should I kill him or not?

I'm sorry, Leopard.

I'm sorry, Leopard.

In each subsequent diary entry, on the same day each year, there were only the words "I'm sorry, Leopard," which marked the anniversary of Leopard's death.

Until the latest few articles.

[Yeflit! What a handsome man! He's my dream guy!]

"..." Yefrit looked at the date on the diary and did some calculations.

"MISS.1 is only twenty-one years old!" Ikaruga exclaimed in surprise. "She looks very pretty, but she must be twenty-seven or twenty-eight."

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He's coming! He's coming to kill the old monster!

I've found it! I've found the best way!

I can't kill the old monster, but he can!

[Yeflit, I'll go with you if you kill the old monster!]

The diary entries abruptly ended.

"This guy was actually sincere after all," Yefrit said, somewhat surprised.

From the beginning, he believed that MISS.1 was plotting something, but a plot couldn't lead to the death of the boss.

Now it seems that those outrageous things she said might actually be the truth.

He put down his diary and picked up the recording equipment.

There are three recordings inside.

The first segment plays, featuring the voice of a little girl with a sobbing tone: "Leopard is dead. The old monster killed her. This revenge must be taken. I'm recording this, so that in the future, when you've forgotten today's hatred, you can listen to my anger right now."

The second segment played, featuring a voice several years older: "I'm sorry, my past self. I couldn't kill the old monster. He was, after all... I'm sorry, Leopard. I remember you said before you died that as long as I lived well, you wouldn't resent me. Waaah, I'm sorry."

The third segment plays a recent voice, sounding very happy: "Haha, the past me, I set my sights on a man, a man who is better and stronger than the old monster, he can defeat the old monster, I want to become his man!"

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Yefried picked up the letter again.

[A letter to Mr. Yeffert:]

I wrote this letter while you were sleeping. I had a feeling that you wouldn't accept me, but I still rushed towards you regardless.

I know you can't understand me, and I don't know how to prove my sincerity. We are enemies, and you are a confident person, so we are destined to have a hard time understanding each other.

However, I want to tell you that I am someone who doesn't even have the courage to avenge my comrades. It was your appearance that gave me hope.

I am a useless, cowardly woman. I only rely on the strong. After you appeared, I placed all my hopes on you.

But I know you probably won't accept me.

So I'm writing this letter. If you ultimately refuse to accept me, I'll show you the real me, and then go see the world.

Maybe it will be a few years, maybe it will be more than a decade, but I will wait for your call, like a slave, like a dog, as long as you beckon, I will come back.

—A person without a master, home, surname, or name.

"Is Mr. Yefried looking for her?" Turtledove couldn't help but ask.

She finally understood what was going on with MISS.1's twisted personality.

Therefore, one cannot help but feel sympathy.

Even she is like that.

She is also someone who lacks courage.

In a moment of life and death, all she wanted was to become a maid in Mr. Yefried's household; that would be the happiest thing for her.

MISS.1, who seemed so arrogant, actually placed herself on the same level as Mr. Yeffert's dog.

A top expert in a powerful organization—this was actually her "life's wish"—it really was.

That's ridiculous enough.

Yefrit put the item back in the box, found a new lock, locked it, and then laughed, "Put it in the storeroom. My family has no tradition of keeping slaves, and besides, one dog is enough."

After saying that, Yefried went upstairs.

"Mr. Yefried," the dove was stunned; she couldn't understand Yefried.

Miko crossed her arms and looked down at the spotted dove, shaking her head involuntarily.

Yefried is very arrogant, otherwise how could he not have recruited a magician assistant after all these years?

Over the years, countless women have slept with Yefried, but very few have managed to stand by his side.

Turtledove.

You have strengths that you yourself haven't even realized you possess.

That woman is not as good as you.

“However,” the turtledove said thoughtfully, picking up the box, “Mr. Yefried said that putting the box in the warehouse, rather than throwing it away, actually means keeping it, right? To be observed?”

Miko smiled slightly: You're not completely stupid.

Yefrit stood in the toilet and took something out.

“Yeflit,” Miko asked, “but weren’t you planning to research MISS.1?”

MISS.1 is the perfect experimental subject for Roya.

Although Yevlit knew many of Roya's underlying theoretical logics and took over his life's research materials, a perfect experimental sample could save him from many detours.

And this thing is deduced.

It’s also quite interesting.

After expelling everything, Yefrit shook herself, put it back, and said, "No rush, there are more urgent matters to attend to now."

"What's wrong?" Miko asked curiously.

“Asa,” Yefrit said as she stepped out of the toilet.

"Master." A head popped out from the mirror beside him; it was none other than the Mirror Demon, Aza.

“Let’s do some calculations. What do you plan to do if I suddenly disappear for a few years?” Yefried said.

After saying that, he sat down at the table, took out a book, and started reading.

"I'll go peel some fruit for you." Miko went to cut the fruit.

Asa had already calculated the result before Miko returned.

“Master, if you disappear, I will continue to strive to become stronger in accordance with your will, and protect all those you care about.”

"Within a year, I will become a complete demon."

"I will establish a chamber of commerce within three years."

"Within five years, I will sell mirrors all over the country."

"Within seven years, I will expand the entire Mirror World to overlap with the Kingdom of Fiore."

"ten years."

"Stop, that's enough for now." Yefrit waved her hand and said, "There's one more important thing."

"Yes," Asa listened obediently.

"Try to deduce my fraudulent magic."

“Master, this is probably difficult. Although I am very strong in calculation, I am not strong in groundbreaking creativity,” Asa said.

Asa is far superior to humans in terms of computing power, but he still lags far behind in terms of breakthroughs and innovation.

It would be extremely difficult for him to deduce the next level of deception magic.

“Just do it, or you can help Emily with the deductions,” Yevlit said.

“Yes, Master.” Asa nodded.

“Step back,” Yefrit said.

Azalea withdrew.

Miko arrived carrying a fruit platter and asked, "Yeflit, are you going to fight the Black Dragon?"

“How could you say that?” Yevlit was amused by her words.

"You look like you're giving your last words."

“Not at all,” Yefrit laughed. “However, there are some things that need to be arranged in advance, so that I don’t come back after a long time and find that there has been no progress. I don’t want that.”

The matter of Sirius Island.

Yevlit already has several plans.

At worst, it would be the same as the original work, sealed away for seven years.

If that's the case, then Asa can't afford to be complacent.

He was even somewhat looking forward to waking up after a good night's sleep.

My own pet is invincible; it kicks Zeref and punches Acnologia.

Like "Seven Years Later, I Came Back from the Mountain, and My Pets Are Now Invincible".

Although that's unlikely.