Fairy Tail: Capturing the Demon Mirajane at the Start

Even the Magic Council ERA would try to obtain the Fairy Heart, because once the Council obtains the Fairy Heart, it can use the Magical Spirit Power without limit.

'Magical Spirit Power' is a terrifying super magic that can easily destroy an entire country with a single use. If it could be used infinitely, it could probably even destroy a planet, right? (Refer to the True Magical Spirit Power in "Rogue Ninja")

"Don't worry, Lao Ma."

"Leave the guild matters to me."

"You only need to do three things~"

"First thing: Break through to the Heavenly King level!"

"The second thing: Break through to the Heavenly King level!"

"The third thing: break through to the Heavenly King realm!!"

Igor patted Makarov on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"no?"

"Who's the elder, you or me?"

“Other people’s mage guilds all hope their sons will become dragons, but our mage guild, Fairy Tail, is different. Everyone hopes their sons will become kings.”

Makarov was completely dumbfounded. The mages in their Fairy Tail guild were so pure and refined, so different from those guilds run by those 'flashy and cheap' bastards outside!

"Ugh."

With that thought in mind, Makarov sighed helplessly and walked toward the open space indicated by Volod's cane.

"Well then, we're leaving."

After saying this, Volod waved to Igor and the others, and stood smiling beside Makarov.

"Goodbye, Senior Warlord."

"Goodbye, Chairman Makarov."

Igor bowed respectfully to Volod and Makarov.

"Goodbye, Senior Volod, Chairman Makarov!"

The others in the guild also learned Igor's etiquette, bowing gracefully and politely.

"Humph."

Goodbye, you old geezers!

Of course, Laxus was as arrogant and rebellious as ever. He turned his head away, trying not to look at Makarov, and snorted.

Goodbye, you brats!

Makarov bit his lip and said with tears welling up in his eyes.

At Lao Ma's age, there's no such thing as saving face anymore. The old man cries when he wants to; that's just how emotional he is.

"Boom!!"

After Warlord let Makarov say goodbye to everyone in the Fairy Tail guild, he waved his cane and gently tapped it on the ground.

"Buzz!"

The next second, a dark green magic circle immediately formed beneath Makarov and Volod's feet.

Then, a seed was planted in the open space in front of the Fairy Tail guild gate. The seed sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye and grew into a vine with a diameter of more than ten meters. Flowers bloomed from the top of the vine, which lifted Makarov and Warold off the ground and then flew into the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huh?!"

"Old man, are you a monster?"

On the ground, this small group of people, after witnessing this scene, were all stunned and stood there dumbfounded, saying in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? You created such a huge vine with just a wave of your hand?"

"What immense magic this is!"

"Is this the true strength of the powerful being hailed as one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Ishgar?"

Natsu, Gray, and Cana all gaped in astonishment. Warlord's power had planted an indelible seed in the hearts of the three children.

"..."

As for Laxus, who had already crossed the threshold of the 'Ten Saints', he was completely dumbfounded, as if his brain had crashed. As the saying goes, laymen see the excitement while experts see the details, but even he, an expert, couldn't understand Volod's strength.

Chapter 83 Makarov: What does it mean that Precht has unified the dark magic world after forty years? (Part 5)

midair.

"Goodbye, everyone in the Fairy Tail guild~"

"This is absolutely fantastic!"

After Makarov realized that everyone in the Fairy Tail guild would never see him again, he finally stopped "acting." The sadness and grief on his face disappeared, replaced by joy.

"From now on, there will be no 'writing self-criticisms' in my life, no 'writing self-criticisms', and still no 'writing self-criticisms'. All I will have is freedom and rest."

Makarov smiled broadly, clearly delighted.

What he told Igor before, about encountering a barrier before breaking through to 'Ultraman', was all a lie. He just wanted to rest and take a long vacation.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, once he really breaks through to the 'non-human realm' with Igor's help, he will be destined to serve as the chairman for more than a hundred years.

Yes, Makarov is really exhausted. He hasn't had a single day of rest during his daily life as chairman. He's either on his way to write a self-criticism at the Magic Council ERA or on his way to write one.

After much anticipation, Igor finally arrived, a once-in-a-century talent perfectly suited to be the guild master of Fairy Tail. However, Igor remained dismissive of the position.

Makarov: "This is really too difficult for me."

"Oh~"

"Makarov, you seem quite happy."

Looking at the delighted Makarov beside him, Volod smiled and asked.

"Senior Warlord, please keep my upcoming entry into the 'inhuman realm' a secret."

Makarov knew he couldn't fool Volod, so he bowed and pleaded with him.

Just one year.

Let him rest for a year, then he can go back to his old profession.

"Hehehe."

Volod laughed, looking at Makarov with a strange expression, and asked, "So it seems Igor really didn't tell you anything?"

"What did you say?"

Makarov was stunned, looking at Volod with a puzzled expression.

"Little Pony, we're not going on a trip just for fun."

As Warlord said this, a serious look flashed in his eyes.

"Huh?"

Makarov felt a sense of foreboding; it seemed he had been outmaneuvered by Igor.

“Makarov, first of all, I have some bad news for you.”

Warrod lowered his voice, his eyes serious.

"Aha?"

"What bad news?"

Makarov's eyes twitched incessantly, and his heart pounded wildly.

"You should still remember Prechter Gellberg, right?"

Warrod sighed and revealed his old friend's name.

"Uh, of course I remember!"

"I will never forget President Prechter's guidance and care for me, not even for a day."

Makarov's expression was serious.

To be honest, Makarov didn't have a deep impression of his father and mother. They both died too young, and he was an orphan from a young age. However, he didn't feel the pain of being an orphan because his mentor, Prechto, guided him to keep striving upwards.

Therefore, in Makarov's eyes, Prechto was not only his teacher but also his father.

"What if one day Prechter completely changes?"

"Are you sure you can go all out against him?"

Volod smiled. He knew Makarov was a kind boy, so he wouldn't force Makarov to make a decision.

"Uh."

“If President Prechter has fallen into the abyss of demonic ways, then let this junior wake him up.”

Makarov's expression turned serious, and his words were filled with determination and earnestness.

"Then I am relieved."

Upon hearing this, Warlord breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"So, Senior Warlord, what exactly happened to Chairman Precht?"

Makarov wasn't stupid; he had already guessed what was going on. Something must have happened to Prechto, which was why Igor and Volod had used his plan to send him here under the pretext that he was going out to cultivate in seclusion and empty his mind.

"Makarov, have you heard of the Balam Alliance?"

Instead of answering Makarov's question directly, Volod continued to inquire.

"You mean the Balam Alliance?"

"That alliance formed by the three most powerful dark mage guilds on the continent of Ishgar: Oración Seis, Heart of the Devil, and Tartaros?"

Makarov was naturally aware of the so-called Balam League.

"Eh."

Warlord nodded slightly and added, "What I'm talking about is the Balam Alliance you know. Although the 'Six Demons,' 'Netherworld,' and 'Demon Heart' are known as the three great dark mage guilds, in reality, the 'Six Demons' are nothing more than lackeys of 'Demon Heart,' and the guild leader is at best a lower-ranking member of the 'Ten Saints'! We can eliminate them at any time."

"What we really need to pay attention to are 'Heart of the Devil,' the strongest dark mage guild on the continent of Ishgar, and 'Gates of Tartaros,' the most mysterious dark mage guild on the continent of Ishgar."

When Warlord mentioned 'the devil's heart' and 'the underworld', a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"So, the Dark Mage Guild that we're going to deal with this time is..."

Makarov subtly inquired about Volod's intentions.

“Well, Ulfheim and Hyberion are keeping an eye on the ‘Gates of the Underworld,’ so our target is the ‘Heart of the Devil.’”

Warlord answered truthfully.

"Really?"

Makarov sighed and continued, "Senior Volod, please tell me the truth, what is the relationship between this 'Heart of the Devil' and Chairman Precht?"

“Makarov, what if I told you that Hades, the current number one figure in the dark magic world of the continent of Ishgar and the guild master of the Demon Heart, is Prechter Gelberg?”

Warlord directly revealed Hades' identity.

"Ugh."

Makarov sighed, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes, and nodded, saying, "Apart from President Prechter, I'm afraid no one else could sit on the throne of the number one dark magician in the continent of Ishgar in just a few decades."

"exactly."

Warlord nodded.

"I understand."

Makarov's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly, "If I really encounter Chairman Prechter, I will settle things with him personally."

"Don't be silly, Little Horse."

Warlord chuckled at Old Marco's antics, poking him on the forehead with his finger before speaking seriously, "Our mission as old folks is simply to keep an eye on Precht, make sure he doesn't cause trouble for the Fairy Tail guild, and wait for the guild's kids to grow up! As for fighting Precht? Even if you and I joined forces, we wouldn't be a match for that old devil."

Chapter 84 Guilds aren't just about fighting and killing; they're about human relationships and social interactions! (Part 1)

Time flies.