Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

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Should this man not have been killed?

'Crash'

Thousands of seawater spikes suddenly shattered, turning into a torrential downpour at sea.

Puten was soaked to the bone and looked utterly pathetic.

But Yefrit, who was holding an umbrella, didn't get wet at all.

Puten is unbelievable—

why?

The magic was suddenly broken?

Or did he cancel it himself?!

Yefrit took out a card, stuck it on the ice, and the card blew a gust of wind across the sea, propelling the ice block toward Puten's location.

"Yeflit, you dare to come any closer!"

"Are you courting death?!"

"Hahaha--"

Puton suppressed his confusion and panic, forcibly maintaining an arrogant demeanor.

"Haven't you noticed something's wrong yet?"

Yefried tilted her head. "Puden, when did you forget how to cry?"

Chapter 48, The Jefrieds are slaves to their emotions, while I am the master of my emotions.

"What?!" Puten was shocked and stood there stunned.

"Don't you love to cry?" Yefrit said calmly, "When you're walking, when you're taking sides, and today, when you came here to die."

"Why aren't you crying anymore? You so-called—merciful knight."

'boom'

A thunderclap exploded in my mind.

Puten swayed, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, leaving him feeling chilled.

cry

He wept incessantly because of the pervasive evil and chaos in the world.

But why now?

“You’re not even as good as Juvia.” Yefrit shook his head. It took him more than three times as long to infect Juvia as it did Puten.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Saying such nonsensical things at a time like this, do you expect me to let you off the hook?!"

"impossible!"

"Watch me put you to trial!"

Puden roared, brandishing his spear and thrusting it at Yefrit.

Jefried did not move.

I can't kill him!

What right do I have to kill him!

Me, such a lousy person!

Puten suddenly stopped; his trembling hand could no longer hold the spear, which fell and sank into the deep sea.

"What...what did you do?" Puten suddenly felt scared.

“You’re most likely to trust a conman after you’ve been scammed,” Yevlit said. “Conmans exploit people’s trust to commit fraud.”

"The person you trust doesn't have to be a liar."

"It could also be oneself, that is—"

"confidence."

Yefried reached out and caught the raindrops falling from the edge of the umbrella in her palm.

"Mist Valley, Empty Mountain"

"When people walk in a misty valley, they may feel anxious because they cannot see anything in the distance."

Even though there's nothing in the fog, I still imagine some indescribable monster.

"People are able to recognize their own fear and anxiety. Therefore, this emotion can be overcome."

"When a person walks in a beautiful, empty mountain, he will feel happy and will not feel depressed or afraid."

"He might even shout out a couple of times, or sing a few songs."

"Picking your nose or scratching your back is no big deal."

"Because the scenery here is beautiful, and there are paved stone paths that are stable to walk on, there will be no danger here."

"People believe in this place, and they believe in their own feelings."

"People will indulge themselves here—"

"Open your mind."

Yefried reached out her hand to Putden.

You're talking nonsense.

"Calm down."

Just as Puton was about to feign anger, he was "controlled" by the word Yefrit.

He looked calmly at Yefrit, reached out and grasped the long sword, and slowly pulled it out without any concern, as if he had been injected with anesthesia all over his body—unable to move and feeling no pain.

Yefried pulled out Honey, leaving no blood, as clean as new.

Sheath the knife.

'clatter'

He leaned on his cane, looking at Putden with a cold expression.

"You bastard--"

"I am going to put you on trial!"

Puten suddenly became angry.

“Sadness,” Yefrit said softly.

"Ah—so sad, I'm so sad. Why am I so weak? Why did I come here to find you and do something so suicidal? I don't want to die!"

"Damn it, what did you do to my body?!" Putden suddenly became furious again.

“Your anger is directed in the wrong direction,” Yefrit reminded her.

"Ah—I'm so angry! I was so stupid! Why did I even bother looking for a powerful person like you? I'm such a fool, I don't care if I get killed!"

What's wrong with me?

“Magic is the power of the heart, and emotions play a major role in it,” Yefrit said. “Humans cannot defy their emotions.”

"When people are extremely self-conscious and sad, they will slap themselves."

"Slap slap slap!" Puten cried and slapped himself hard, his face swelling up after two slaps.

"When people are extremely depressed, they may have suicidal thoughts."

With a 'plop', Puten's right hand plunged hard into his left chest.

"What kind of magic is this?" Blood gushed from Puton's chest as he looked at Yefrit with a face full of despair. "You weren't this terrifying when I saw you before."

“The second stage of deceptive magic,” Yefrit said: “The Mirage Realm, the Foggy Valley and the Empty Mountain.”

"A deception that is almost impossible to escape."

"Even if we truly get rid of deception and get closer to the truth."

"The truth is—I control the emotions, and you will become a puppet of the emotions."

“By the way, Puten,” Yefrit grinned, “you’re a follower of Anza, aren’t you?”

"What are you going to do?" Puten shouted in terror.

“Hate Anza, Anza’s followers.” Yefrit chuckled, then changed the direction of the ice block, turning his back to Puten and walking away.

Behind him came Putin's angry roar.

"Damn Anza!"

"You evil demon!"

You should go to hell!

The angry voice sounded like a lament.