Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

With that, Gray covered his backside with one hand and jumped down.

"What does this mean?" Lucy asked, puzzled.

"It's better if you don't know." Erza rubbed her forehead, looking quite troubled.

Kageyama followed.

The three girls looked at Yefried.

"..." Yefrit's figure disappeared.

"what--"

Gray's screams echoed from the underground passage.

"I'm going to kill you, Yefrit!"

A chilling magical power erupted from below.

“Princess, I suggest I open another passage,” said Balgo.

"Thank you for your help." Lucy's expression was complicated.

Outside the station.

Gray's face was grim, and no one dared to look at him, not even Natsu.

“Wait, where’s Natsu?” Lucy asked.

“Natsu has probably caught up by now,” Erza said.

With Natsu and Happy absent, based on everyone's understanding of them, they must have gone on a solo assault.

"Let's go." Erza got into the car.

"Wait, we haven't seen Yefrit yet."

"Ignore that kind of guy!"

Before Lucy could finish speaking, Gray roared with a grim face.

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Erza started the car and headed towards Croba Town.

The horse train station in the city.

Yevlit found the staff.

"Please give me the fastest carriage that can maintain a smooth ride."

"Please wait a moment, esteemed guest!" The staff member accepted the money with great respect.

Shortly after.

Yefried also set off in a carriage.

Although the carriage was fast.

But Happy's flight speed, and the magical four-wheeled vehicle powered by Erza's magic, which travels at full speed, are even faster.

He missed the duel between Natsu and Erigor.

However, he himself wasn't very interested.

In fact, the game was already over the moment he got Lalabai.

But Natsu and the others still need to fight to hone their skills.

Therefore, he did not kill the game directly.

However, for Natsu, Erigor was nothing special and not a formidable opponent.

Yefried didn't pay much attention to it.

When he arrived at his destination—Croba.

I saw the chairman and others arguing with Kageyama.

Kageyama placed the flute to his lips, and after a series of complex inner struggles, he decided to play it.

“Nothing will change.” Chairman Makarov’s playful smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"A vulnerable person is vulnerable no matter when."

"But vulnerability itself is not all bad."

"Humans are inherently fragile creatures. Because they are afraid and insecure when they are alone, they form guilds and have companions."

'Click' 'Click'

The tranquil forest carried the sounds of voices from afar, accompanied by the crunching of branches and leaves underfoot in the shadows.

Yefried walked silently toward her companions, stepping into the shadows of the forest.

Makarov's gaze gradually shifted from Kageyama's face to the flute.

"If you take the first step with firm belief in tomorrow, strength will naturally flow out."

"If you firmly believe that you can live on strongly, you will be able to face the road ahead with a smile."

Even those who are in the shadows can step out and run towards tomorrow.

Why rely on that fake flute!

Kageyama remained silent.

"Put down the flute, don't let things get out of control," Makarov advised earnestly.

'patta'

Kageyama dropped his flute and knelt on the ground in shame, saying, "I lost."

Makarov laughed. "That's good, Yevlit, put down your gun."

Yefritte?

Everyone was puzzled.

'patta'

A sound came from under the tree on the left, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Yefrit emerged from the shadows beneath the tree, slowly setting down the black revolver with gold trim. He looked at Kageyama coldly and said, "A wise choice."

Kageyama felt a jolt in his heart; at that moment, he was filled with relief that he hadn't played the flute.

Otherwise, even if he actually blew the whistle, he would be killed by this person immediately!

Chapter 8, Harpy: There's something going on between us.

"This is the person Makarov has his eye on."

"A candidate for the next president?"

"Deceptive magic, deceiving the five senses, killing without a trace, is truly a terrifying magic."

"He looks different from the other children."

"That's why he's suited for that position."

"He seems to have a clearer sense of what to do than Makarov: he reserves his gentleness for his family and his ruthlessness for his enemies."

"But I think there might be some darkness in the heart of such a person."

“Makarov can handle it.”

In the distance, many association presidents were discussing in hushed tones.

“Yefrit, when did you get here?” Natsu asked.

"Just arrived."

Yefrit walked to the group, rested her cane on her lap, took out two cards with both hands, and with a flick of her wrist, two cups of milk tea appeared.

"Ladies, please have some drinks, they're still hot."

"Thank you." Lucy and Erza accepted the gifts.

“What about mine?” Natsu asked.

"forget."

"You bastard!" Natsu was about to explode when he saw this.

"Okay, okay, you can have mine."

Lucy didn't want Natsu to fight Yefrit in front of so many guild leaders, or more accurately, to be completely outmaneuvered and humiliated by Yefrit. So she quickly grabbed Natsu's arm and handed him the milk tea she had only taken a couple of sips of.

"Hmph, you idiot Yefrit." Natsu bit down on the straw with a hint of liquid on it, his expression full of displeasure. Lucy tried to stop him, but it was too late. She blushed as she saw him take a big gulp.

'Click!' Yefrit snapped a photo with lightning speed.

"Hey, what are you filming?!" Lucy panicked, her voice cracking.

“It’s very sweet,” Yefrit teased.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lucy quickly let go of Natsu's hand and moved far away from him.

“I meant milk tea,” Yevlit laughed.

“Yes, it’s very sweet!” Natsu grinned, showing his big teeth.

Happy covered his mouth with his paw, making a comical expression, and said with a trilled "Likewise," "They're having an affair~"

"Ooh," Lucy let out a soft moan, covering her face with her hands. Through her fingers, you could see that her face was as red as an apple.

"You can't just throw this away." Erza picked up the flute.

"Huh?" she asked in confusion, wondering why she didn't sense any sufficiently intimidating magic.

“Where is it, Yefrit?” Makarov asked Yefrit.

“President, here it is.” Yefrit took out the Lalabai and handed it to Makarov.

Erza frowned when she saw the flute and asked, "If that's the case, why didn't you take it out sooner?"