Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

Suddenly, there was the sound of camera shutters clicking.

"Who goes there?!" Lastiros exclaimed in surprise, turning his head to look immediately.

A young nobleman dressed formally, like someone attending a banquet, was seen slowly walking over, holding a camera in his hand.

"You're from Fairy Tail?" Lustiros narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat wary.

This person appeared suddenly and silently, and he could not detect the other party's magic power at all!

Very strange!

"Yeffrit" Abageline and Elfman breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Yefrit approach. Then Elfman scolded, "You rascal, why didn't you come out sooner!"

“If we had come out earlier, we wouldn’t have been able to capture this rare scene.” Yefrit said, taking out the photos she had just taken. “When you have children, I’ll show them this and tell them that when you were young, you liked to plant yourselves in the ground to play.”

"..." Abba Green blushed; she noticed the key word—child.

Elfman was furious: "You bastard, come and save us right now!"

"Here it comes." Yefrit put away her camera and pulled out a long knife.

With a single strike, the tower was severed, and Elfman and Abbagrim were saved.

"What?!" Lastiros exclaimed in shock. His magic had been severed so easily?!

“By the way,” Yefrit turned to look at Lastiros and said, “I suggest you take back what you said about fairies. This is our fairy stronghold. It’s very impolite to say such things.”

“What if I don’t?” Lastiros looked coldly at Yefrit.

“Then we’ll just have to destroy this mouth for now,” Yefrit said.

"You try."

'poof'

Before Lastiros could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a flash of light. His eyes widened, and he instinctively shrank back. The blade slashed down between his lips, and he watched helplessly as a thin stream of blood gushed out.

A sharp pain shot through my mouth.

He immediately covered his mouth and retreated dozens of meters away.

Then, with a look of shock, he conjured a mirror, let go of it, and looked at himself.

His upper and lower lips were cut open!

"You—hiss—"

He wanted to speak angrily, but the pain made him swallow his words.

“Well done, Yefrit!” Elfman shouted.

He and Abba Greene were especially delighted to see this!

From the moment this guy appeared, he spouted all sorts of nonsense; they really wanted to tear his mouth apart!

Damn!

Lastiros covered his mouth, looking somewhat conflicted.

Let's not talk.

I can't save face.

Speak up.

My mouth hurts again!

When he speaks, he even has a lisp!

In the end, I managed to get out of this rut.

Why did he have to speak?

Destroying the opponent is the best way to save face!

Taunting others only diminishes the gaming experience; winning is the most important thing!

With a wave of his hand, the giant monster charged toward Yefrit.

But Yefried simply waved his hand.

The monster.

Disappeared? !

They vanished in an instant!

It's like it was erased with a blackboard eraser!

Lastiros stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

What kind of magic is that?!

How can this be so outrageous?!

Abba Grin looked to the side as the giant monster gradually dissipated.

This was not Yefrit's erasure; he would never have such magic. It was simply that, in Lustiros's mind, he had already accepted the fact that "Berukushas" had been erased.

“That expression of yours looks familiar,” Yefrit said with a smile. “I remember there was another guy with an afro who was also enjoying my companions’ fear, pressing them relentlessly, saying similar things to you, thinking that because he was strong he could do whatever he wanted. In the end, I chased him like a dog.”

“You are too,” Yefrit mocked. “What’s with that utterly horrified expression on your face? Is it really necessary to be so surprised?”

Lastiros opened his mouth, but the pain prevented him from speaking.

Just now, when Abba Grin was frightened by his magic, he was actually enjoying that state.

But before long, he was terrified by the opponent's magic!

"Roar--"

He imagined a giant monster once again.

But Yevlit didn't even look at it, and reached out to erase it again.

Lastiros stood there, stunned.

Yefrit laughed and said, "How about this, I'll make a bet with you. I bet you all like boomerangs. If I win the bet, you can stop calling yourselves Devil's Heart. It sounds like it has something to do with Fairy Tail. How about you call yourselves 'Boomerang Guild'?"

unacceptable!

Enraged, Lustiros transformed his arm into a steel claw and attacked Yefrit.

'boom'

But suddenly a powerful force came from the side, blasting him away.

He flew more than ten meters away, rolled several times, and finally stopped. He scrambled to his feet and saw the young nobleman twirling a revolver in his hand.

“The strong make the rules, and the weak obey them unconditionally,” Yefrit said. “Just like I am to you.”

"Then I'll let you off the hook if you hang yourself up on that tower. Now do it."

So insulting!

Wings sprouted from the feet of Lastiros, and then he flew toward Yefrit.

'boom'

But he was blasted away again.

what's the situation? !

Lastiros got up from the ground, looked at where Yefrit was standing, and then looked at the direction from which he had been hit.

No one attacked me there!

but--

There was indeed a magical fluctuation coming from here!

He looked again at the enemy twirling his gun, and the answer came to him.

It's an illusion!

That guy who just appeared was a fake!

The real one is still hiding in the shadows!

Knowing the magic makes it easier to break!

Illusionists are most vulnerable to massive magical attacks!

The spirits of Britia!

Lastiros cast a spell.

A massive number of undead covered the entire area.

"What is he doing?" Elfman asked Yefrit beside him.

Before the three of them, Lastiros was facing outwards from the cliff, unleashing magic with abandon—a tremendous waste of magical power!

Abba Grin couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although she knew Yefrit was very strong and her deception magic was also very powerful, from an outsider's perspective, the person who was trapped in a state of deception looked so desperate that it even made people feel sorry for her.

Completely immersed in a false world, Yefrit cannot escape until the spell is broken.

This magic is really something.

Fortunately, Yefried was a companion!

From Lastiros's perspective.

He destroyed a small patch of forest.

But the other party slowly walked out from there.

“You’re really unlucky,” Yefrit said, twirling her knife. “The magic that imagines creating something tangible, yet it just so happens to have run into me—”

"What exactly—hiss—what—hiss—magic?" Lastiros asked, enduring the pain in his mouth.

His frantic attacks had failed to break the illusion, leaving him somewhat desperate.

“You compare yourself to a god, just because of the materialization magic you possess.” Yefrit raised his hand, and a magical beast appeared beside him. He said, “It’s quite a coincidence. My magic is that within a certain range, I can do whatever I want. I can create anything, and I can destroy everything. I am more like a god than you are.”

'boom'

The tide has turned.