Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious?

Macao was stunned and didn't even notice that his head was already wet with beer.

The once bustling guild hall turned around the moment Deliora's name was mentioned, revealing expressions of astonishment.

Deliora? That immortal demon from the Dark Magician Jeff's book? That calamity that destroyed countless towns in the Northern Continent?!

Ur, Gray, and Rio, who had witnessed it all, all looked as if they had seen it all before, and their emotions were not greatly affected.

They just looked at the shocked crowd with curiosity, wondering why there was such a big reaction.

Gildarts, who had heard about this, was suppressing a laugh. He hadn't expected that everyone in the guild would have the same reaction as he had when he first heard about it. This trip back was definitely worth it.

"Yes, strictly speaking, it was Uru and I who sealed it together."

Ron leisurely sipped his juice and then explained to Makarov.

Uru scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and replied:

"No, I was just helping out. In the end, it was Ron who sealed him away himself."

Gray and Leo nodded in agreement, quickly echoing:

"That's right, we were there. We saw Ron freeze Deliora and then seal her with a magical artifact."

"Yes, a lot of things happened when we came back, and Ron solved most of them."

After receiving their certification, Chairman Makarov gasped.

Hey kid, weren't you going to do some field research and then raid the Icefield Dire Wolves?

How come you managed to take care of Deliora while doing some research?!

Although Deliora's mission is classified as S-rank, only Makarov has heard some inside information. Many mages are helpless against Deliora, and it is possible that in a few years it will be included in the ten-year mission.

This also means that the difficulty of this demon is still beyond that of a normal S-rank mission. How did Ron raise his strength to S-rank so quickly?!

Makarov jumped onto the bar and quickly moved closer to Ron.

"Hey kid, what else have you been up to on this journey?"

Ron waved at Makarov and yawned.

"No, I still need to go to the theater company to see how they're doing."

"President, you should ask Ur and Gray about these things."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ron turned around and hurried toward the guild gate.

"Hey Ron, why did you just leave after saying that? Stay here!"

Ron walked away nonchalantly without looking back, which made Makarov so angry that he stomped his feet, waved his arms, and shouted at the bar.

Makarov then turned around, his sharp eyes spotting Gildarts as he tried to slip out the window, and pointed at him, warning him.

"Stop right there! You must know something, right?"

Gildarts scratched his head and laughed loudly:

"Haha, I'm just going out for a stroll."

"If you're interested in anything, just chat with the newcomer. I'll be back later."

After saying that, Gildarts stepped over the window and quickly fled the guild hall.

Makarov rolled his eyes. He must have run off to find a woman to sneak away so quickly.

None of them are reliable, and I don't even know who they learned from.

"Hmph, the newcomers are better; I should talk to them more from now on..."

"Grey, Leo, stop taking your clothes off."

"Huh?!" "Huh?!"

Makarov turned around and saw two—no, four—unidentified objects, and a complex expression appeared on his face.

You two are the same age as Ron, but while Ron likes to wear whatever he wants, you two just don't wear anything at all.

Could it be that this peculiar virus can be transmitted and mutate again?

Ron had barely left when Gildarts's shouts came from behind him as he chased after him.

Gildarts reached out and put his arm around Ron's shoulder.

"You little rascal, you almost made me have to tell the old man a story there. I reckon I wouldn't have been able to get out for two or three hours."

Ron let Gildarts hold him, gave up resisting, and looked up at the sky.

"I have so many things to do, how could I possibly have time to explain these things to the chairman? Of course I have to hurry up and run."

Gildarts ruffled Ron's hair, which only made his smile even brighter.

“Not bad, not bad. Makarov would probably be pleased to hear what you’ve been up to all this time.”

Your reluctance to cause trouble is exactly like mine; the guild will be counting on you from now on.

With that, Gildarts took the lead, waving goodbye to Ron before leaving.

Before setting off, Ron turned around and looked around.

He shook his head helplessly again, then turned and walked in another direction.

Shortly after the two left, Kana came running out breathlessly from a nearby alleyway.

She held the tarot cards in her hand, which had predicted Gildarts' return today, but she only caught a glimpse of him and Ron from afar, their backs linked, and didn't have time to stop them.

"Are you late again?"

She bit her lower lip, her eyes revealing her unwillingness.

She ran over as fast as she could after calculating the result, but she still missed the chance to meet Gildarts.

She then sighed silently, and walked back to the guild hall with her head down.

Meanwhile, at the Magic Council branch in Magnolia town.

In an office, the team leader was sitting at his desk, flipping through the documents in his hands.

Across from the office, Paris and Doronbo had their handcuffs removed, but they sat upright facing the captain, both looking somewhat uneasy.

The captain raised his head and his gaze fell on Doronbo.

"Toronbo, most of the items you stole have been returned to their rightful owners."

The remaining part requires the report from your town's council branch before we can make a decision.

Seeing that Doronbo's face was growing paler and paler, the captain comforted him:

"Don't worry too much. Given that you turned yourself in and showed a good attitude in admitting your mistake, you won't stay in jail for too long unless the amount involved is high."

Upon hearing this, Doronbo's expression softened somewhat, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Captain and Council, for your leniency."

The captain nodded, then turned his gaze to Paris, who was standing to the side.

"As for you, Paris..."

"Yes."

Paris bit his lower lip, mentally preparing himself for the captain to pronounce his guilt.

“We interrogated Kafche, and he confessed everything about you. You were indeed one of them, and you did become an undercover agent... but..."

The captain then changed the subject and continued:

"We have uncovered some inside information about the Dark Night Path Guild. Given that you were threatened with your life and were forced to join their guild and become an undercover agent, we know that you were forced to do so."

Therefore, the council decided not to detain you and released you without charge.

Chapter 87 New Members of the Troupe

Acquittal?

Paris looked up at the captain in disbelief, thinking there was something wrong with his ears.

Doronbo, who was standing to the side, was stunned for a moment, then excitedly put his arm around his shoulder and smiled happily.

"Great! Paris, you're free!"

He's really lucky; at least he doesn't have to suffer with him.

However, Paris was not happy when he heard the news. He lowered his head and gave a bitter smile, his eyes revealing self-blame.

"Even if I'm acquitted, what then? Someone like me has nowhere to go back to..."

The Dark Guild member who had raised him since childhood, Dark Night Path, had already been arrested, and he had betrayed his friend, so naturally he couldn't be happy.

He felt that it would be better to be in prison.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk~

"Wait, don't get too excited yet."

The captain tapped lightly on the table a few times to remind them to focus.

"Although Paris has been acquitted, you still need a guarantor to pay bail and sign the papers before you can be released."

"Guarantor?"

Doronbo looked dumbfounded and then stepped forward to ask the captain.

"But Captain, Paris has no family left. Who would be willing to vouch for him?"

"Don't panic. Considering this situation, I've already called the guarantor over, and he should be on his way now."

Upon hearing this, Paris paused for a moment, then looked up in surprise.

squeak~

Just as Paris was about to ask who had come, the office door was pushed open.

"Commander, is this the place?"

Just then, a bald middle-aged man was pushed in by a gray-haired boy at the door, causing Paris and Doronbo, who were watching from the side, to show shocked expressions.

Only the captain wore a matter-of-fact smile as he questioned the gray-haired boy.

"Ron, you found someone to act as guarantor so quickly?"

"That's right, let him be the guarantor."

It was Ron and his old employee Wes who arrived. Wes, who was being pointed at by Ron, showed a helpless expression.

The captain nodded, then took a document from the drawer and handed it to Weiss.

"Now that the guarantor has arrived, Paris can leave after he signs here."

Weiss sighed, stepped forward, picked up a pen, and complained:

"Yes, I never expected that working in a theater troupe would also require me to be a guarantor."

"Director, I had no idea that the troupe was packed every day while you were away these past few days. And the scripts you left behind..."

"Alright, let's stop talking about this. Let's go back and talk more."

"Yes, Commander."

After Weiss signed his name and pressed his fingerprint, the captain put away the documents and looked at Paris.

"Alright, you're free now."

Paris stared blankly at the document, her eyes instantly reddening.

He glanced at Ron, then at Dombo who was smiling happily for him, and suddenly hesitated.

"and many more."

Just as Paris was still too afraid to stand up, Ron spoke up.

He tilted his head and looked at the captain with a questioning gaze.

"Captain, I seem to remember that when the council called me over, they asked me to take both of them with me, right?"

Why have you only put one down now?

Upon hearing this, Doronbo's smile froze instantly, replaced by a look of shock.