Fairy Tail: Starting with Fairy Queen Erza

Makarov lowered his head even further as he spoke.

"What's the end?"

Ian's ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.

"In the end, we started fighting..."

"You know, even if Joseph and I try our best to control our power, we can still cause considerable damage."

Makarov, forcing himself to answer, replied.

"Tell me! What did you break?"

Ian finally understood completely, and he looked at Makarov coldly.

"They destroyed three villas at the rally site, demolished two mountains, and ruined 100 acres of farmland, accumulating a debt of 350 million! But thankfully, I won..."

Makarov couldn't help but laugh as he said this.

"Old man! Give me back the trust I placed in you!"

Upon hearing this, Ian pointed at Makarov's nose and roared.

“Uh! Joseph and I will jointly compensate for the loss of the meeting place…”

"Because the villa where the rally was held, and all the properties there, belong to Pol Pot."

"You know, my influence still works quite well!"

“I used to take care of Bob often.”

Makarov said that "face" is useful...

This refers to him kneeling at the gate of the Blue Pegasus, begging Bob to let him go, and pleading for three days and three nights.

"Without saying a word, Bob waived the portion I was required to repay."

"Right now, only that boy Joseph is carrying the debt alone."

Makarov spoke with a hint of schadenfreude.

Joseph was too young and too proud to admit it...

"If you don't need to repay the money, why are you looking for me?"

Ian looked at Makarov and continued to ask.

"Well, although you don't need to repay the loan from Bobu..."

"But the fines imposed on the Magic Council still need to be paid."

Makarov looked at Ian awkwardly and spoke.

How much is the fine?

Ian looked at Makarov and asked.

"The fine isn't much, only five million J."

Makarov answered truthfully.

How much do you have on you right now?

Ian looked at Makarov and asked.

"Uh, two, two hundred..."

Makarov hesitated slightly, his words stammering.

"Two million J?"

Ian was helpless, but Makarov was, after all, his chairman, so he still had to help.

"Ian, you've misunderstood. I meant two hundred J!"

Makarov spoke hesitantly, his head bowed.

"..."

For a moment, both Ian and Old Ma fell silent.

Bros,

Chapter 24 Ian: I'm sorry, Old Ma, but I'm leaving this guild leader position to you forever!

"You're saying you only have two hundred J left?!"

As Ian spoke, he pulled Makarov up from the ground with one hand...

He pinched Makarov's old face hard and demanded angrily, "Old man, are you sure you're not bluffing me?"

Yes, right now, Ian is feeling...

The genuine respect he once showed when introducing Makarov's identity to young Erza was gone.

The person in Ian's heart was the one who reached out to him during his most vulnerable moment when he had just transmigrated to this world, suffering all kinds of hardships, broken and alone, with no one to turn to and no one to rely on. She took him in when he was hungry and wandering in the town and brought him back to the guild...

Not only did they provide him with free meals, but they also lent him the guild's bathhouse and accommodations free of charge. Whenever he needed it, they would set aside time each day to patiently teach him magic. What was even more remarkable was that Makarov never looked at him with prejudice and treated him with rare respect...

The old man who had always been close to Ian, who could be called both a mentor and a friend, and who took care of everyone like the patriarch of the Fairy Tail guild, was now dead!

Well, that’s right!

That Makarov of the 'Ten'...

That Fairy Tail guild leader...

Makarov, beloved by the guild members, is dead!

The one left here now is the old bastard Denmakarov, who owes debts and has no money to pay them back.

"Old Ma, Old Ma!"

What am I supposed to say about you?!

Ian threw Old Ma to the ground and spoke weakly.

"Ian, you forced me to do this!"

“Ian, don’t forget…”

"Who took you in and brought you into the guild back then?"

"Who was it that provided you with three meals a day for free back then?"

"Who taught you magic back then?"

"Who lent you the guild's basement and bathhouse back then?"

"Who gave you a job back then so you could support yourself?"

After taking a deep breath, Makarov used 'super-level magic' to morally blackmail Ian.

"Hehe! Old Ma, if that's how you put it, then we'll have to settle the score..."

"First of all, it's true that it was the guild that took me in..."

"But how come I remember paying for the meal by washing dishes that day?"

"I was indeed lent the bathroom and basement..."

"But I remember that from that day on, I was the one cleaning those two places, right?"

"Guess why the first magic I learned was a cleaning magic?"

"Of course none of that matters, it's all in the past!"

"Why don't we do a proper calculation and see how much money I've actually spent on the guild each year over these past three years?!"

As Ian spoke, he pulled out a calculator.

"Ian, are you just going to watch your beloved chairman get arrested by the council for not being able to pay a mere five million J fine, and then just stand by and watch him die?"

When Makarov saw that moral blackmail was ineffective, he first interrupted Ian's attempt to use a calculator to calculate how much money he had advanced for the guild each year. Then, looking at Ian with tears streaming down his face, he began to play the emotional card.

Actually, I think...

"Letting you be arrested by the Magic Council like this, and having you stay in their prison to reflect on what you did wrong, is that all there is to it?!"

"Guess who's responsible for those brats in the guild who always manage to ruin missions they've already secured? They either demolish a few houses or send the people they're supposed to protect flying along with the assassins."

Ian looked at Old Ma and spoke weakly.

"Waaaaah, I was wrong! I won't do it again..."

Makarov lowered his head, looking like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

"I was in a good mood that day, so I had a little to drink..."

"And then there's that bastard Joseph, who actually said to my face that the mages of Fairy Tail are far inferior to the mages of Ghost Revenge!"

Makarov gritted his teeth as he said this.

"Huh? What else did Joseph say?"

Ian was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

"He also said that all the S-rank mages in our Fairy Tail guild are fakes!"

Makarov clenched his fists and spoke angrily.

"Huh? Anything else?"

Ian's forehead veins bulged as he continued to ask.

"He also said..."

Makarov hesitated for a moment as he said this.

"What did you say?"

Ian stamped his foot, looked at Old Ma, and continued to ask.

“He said, Ian, you and Gildarts are utterly insignificant…”