Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

Lucy and Wendy quietly moved a little to the side.

Natsu and Gray are still arguing.

Erza dropped the rope pulling the cart, clenched her fists, and charged at the two men.

'bang bang'

A moment later, the two men, their faces bruised and swollen, quieted down.

The client, Warlord, lives in a remote mountain area.

Even above the clouds.

After spending quite some time, the group finally arrived at their destination.

There is a small house on the mountaintop, built with stone bricks. Its surface is covered with moss and various grasses, vines, and even trees climbing on the walls.

A very environmentally friendly house.

Everyone came to the door.

Wendy knocked on the door and said, "Excuse me."

Unexpectedly, the door slowly opened by itself.

It was quite dark inside, and although some light shone in through the window, it was not as bright as the lamplight.

Wendy was afraid that she and her companions would be attacked as intruders, since the other party was one of the former Four Wizards, not a simple person. She quickly explained loudly, "We are mages from Fairy Tail Guild, and we have accepted Mr. Warlord's request."

The room was very quiet.

The crowd looked around.

"So many plants," Xia Lulu exclaimed.

Lucy looked to her left and spotted a tall, thin figure. She said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Warlord?"

"Shh—quiet." The figure made a shushing sound, and the tone didn't seem friendly.

The figure said, "Plants and trees love silence. If you understand, then shut your hateful mouths."

Everyone was taken aback: Chairman Mebis and Chairman Makarov had both said that Old Man Volod was a humorous and friendly person, so why did this guy seem so aggressive?

Erza took a half step back, a preparation before unleashing her power; she became somewhat wary.

Lucy felt that they might have really offended the other party, and covered her mouth in fear.

"Hehe." Just as the situation was getting increasingly tense, the other person suddenly laughed: "Just kidding."

‘Wow’

The skylight in the roof is open.

As the sunlight shines down, all sorts of colorful flower buds burst open.

Only then did everyone see the figure clearly: an old man with a broccoli-shaped headdress was watering the plants.

etc.

That head... it doesn't seem to be just a simple hairstyle!

Wendy took a half step to the side and tugged at Yefrit's sleeve; she was a little scared.

With her excellent vision from being a Dragon Slayer Mage, she could see clearly that the old man's skin was like that of a withered tree, and he didn't seem like a pure human, but rather like a tree spirit incarnate.

The old man laughed heartily: "Just kidding. Of all the plants and flowers, what they love most is the sound of people."

This is such a cheerful old man, he keeps laughing.

Everyone was a bit confused.

Yefrit glanced at Wendy and reassured everyone telepathically, "This is Mr. Warlord. His magic is very strong. Perhaps I have been somewhat assimilated by it. He has no ill intentions."

Magic can indeed have a certain effect on oneself, sometimes favorable, sometimes unfavorable.

Hearing Yevlit say this, everyone was relieved.

Warlord laughed for a moment and said, "Welcome, Fairy Tail children."

"Which of you is Natsu and which is Gray?" he asked.

Natsu and Gray stepped forward.

But Warrod picked up Happy and Charlotte, who had turned back into cats, and laughed, "You two are more like cats than I imagined."

A moment of silence fell over everyone: "."

“Haha, just kidding.” Warlord laughed again and said, “I still know you two.”

As he spoke, he bypassed Natsu and Gray, grabbed Yefrit and Wendy's hands, and said, "I heard you two don't get along, but as guildmates, you should get along well, right, Natsu and Gray?"

Everyone: "."

"Hahaha—" Warlord seemed to find his joke very funny, so he laughed again.

"The old man is really," Lucy whispered to Erza, "very interested."

“Because I haven’t talked to anyone in a long time,” Warrod laughed.

He took two steps back, his expression becoming slightly more serious.

Erza felt she had to get to the point and said, "We are mages from Fairy Tail. I'm Erza, the one leading the group. We accepted Mr. Warlord's request. Are you Mr. Warlord?"

“I am Warlord Sinken.” Warlord nodded, his face serious.

But then he laughed and said, "Yeah, right."

Everyone: "."

"Hahaha," Warrod laughed again, "That was just a joke!"

"Haha." The crowd forced a couple of forced laughs.

Lucy: "." It seems this old man is really in high spirits!

"Let's talk outside," Warrod said with a smile.

He led everyone into the courtyard, poured them tea, and said, "No matter what, you've come all this way, thank you for your hard work, because of some of my old man's whims."

"It's my duty!" Erza said earnestly.

“Hmm,” Warrod nodded and said, “Since retiring, I’ve been dedicated to greening the desert. My natural magic should do something for this world, but just a few days ago…”

Finally, we got down to business, and everyone looked like they were all listening attentively.

Warlord stopped his antics and began to recount his story in detail.

Some time ago, Warlord discovered a strange village somewhere in the desert, which, according to historical records, was called the Village of the Sun.

The village will forever burn a flame, which will be worshipped as its guardian spirit.

Strangely enough, the village was frozen solid.

"The Sun Village, which worships the eternally burning flame, is frozen solid?!" Lucy exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right.” Warlord nodded. “I can’t tell whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made one, but everything in that village—the people, the plants and animals, the buildings and the river, even the eternal fire that guarded the village—was frozen.”

"The flames were frozen." Lucy looked at Gray thoughtfully. Of course, she didn't doubt Gray, but Gray had done the same thing before—when he fought Natsu, he was able to freeze even Natsu's flames.

“Fortunately—” Warold said, “the people in that village, after being frozen into ice blocks, are still alive.”

“I cannot ignore this, so I hope you can save that village.”

"Fairy Tail - a guild capable of creating miracles."

"Please."

“Leave it to us!” Natsu and Gray exclaimed excitedly.

Natsu said, "I will definitely use fire to melt that ice. I'm the best at melting ice."

Gray: "..." If the timing hadn't been so bad, he would have frozen Natsu!

“That ice isn’t simple, so we need an expert in ice.” Warlord looked at Gray.

“I will do my best!” Gray said.

“And you, Yefrit.” Warlord looked at Yefrit and said, “Your arrival is a pleasant surprise.”

Yefried smiled modestly and said, "It is my honor to be praised by you like this."

“Lord Volod,” Erza said, “please forgive my bluntness.”

Natsu and Gray were excited, Lucy and Wendy were puzzled, and Yefrit remained calm.

Erza frowned slightly; she was more worried about everyone's safety than about the request.

In her mind, even such powerful beings—veteran powerhouses who have lived for over a hundred years and the top four of the Ten Wizard Saints—could not solve the problem, yet they came to them. Was there some hidden reason behind this?

Given the gravity of the matter and the safety of her companions, Erza decided to take the liberty of asking for clarification.

"Hmm?" Warrod asked in confusion.

Erza said, "For a powerful mage like you, resolving this should be easy."

“You must have some misunderstanding.” Warlord wasn’t angry; on the contrary, he appreciated it and thought Erza’s cautious and responsible personality was good—elders all like steady children.

So, Warlord said with a smile, "Even the Ten Wizard Saints are not omnipotent."

"Even if we are in the top four, it's just an empty title. Just like the celebrities and idols that you young people like, we are just a few lucky ones selected by the council as representatives."

“We do not represent the pinnacle of magic. In fact, there are countless mages on this continent who are more powerful than me.”

"If I leave this continent, I will be an even more insignificant existence."

"In fact, I hardly know any offensive magic, and even when fighting against young people, I don't stand a chance."

The crowd was somewhat unwilling to believe it.

At this moment, Warlord said, "You should also pay attention. I know that recently, your guild and you have been making a lot of noise—at the Grand Magic Games and the Dragon King Festival, you have all shown super strong combat power, but that is far from enough."

"Don't be arrogant, don't be self-righteous and act alone. Help each other, learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses. This is the meaning of a guild."

Warlord smiled and looked at everyone: "There are still many difficulties ahead of you, so don't let your guard down."

"Yes!" everyone answered quickly.

“Alright—” Warlord said, “You all understand the commission now, right?”