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

Chapter 127 Soshara: Left Behind?!

"The S-Class Mage Exam?"

Upon hearing Makarov's suggestion, Uru nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Ron. You got first place in the council exam this time, so passing Fairy Tail's S-rank exam shouldn't be a problem. Think about it."

Looking at the expectant eyes of the two men, Ron recalled the long-term contract he had signed with Makarov.

He hadn't forgotten these things, but now he was at a crucial moment in expanding his theater troupe, so he'd better postpone those plans.

He waved his hand, decisively rejecting Makarov's offer.

"Let's skip it this year. Once my new theater is built and all the matters with the drama troupe are settled, it won't be too late to take the assessment."

Then, Ron looked at Makarov and joked, "What's wrong, Chairman?"

Don't you want to continue having the theater troupe listed under your name and receiving a commission every month?

Makarov stroked his beard, a regretful expression on his face.

"I was thinking that if the council officially agrees to give Uru a seat, we can hold a farewell party and send you off along with it."

Ron maintained his amused smile and shrugged.

"President, why are you in such a hurry to kick me out? I'll still live in this town as before."

And even if our contract ends, will I still be able to leave Fairy Tail?

"snort."

Makarov snorted and shook his head, saying, "You're just a money-grubbing brat. You might not come to the guild again once the contract ends."

After saying this, Makarov, Uru, and Ron exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.

After everything was explained, Ron stood up, ready to see them off.

"Oh, right, President, there's one more thing..."

Just as he was leaving the study and seeing them to the door on the first floor, Ron remembered the envelope from before, which had been delayed for a long time, and finally took it out.

"This was asked to be given to you by Councilor Toki of the Council."

"Oh? Toki even wrote me a letter? He must be telling me you did well in the assessment and praising our guild, hahaha!"

Makarov took the letter with a smile and immediately opened it.

"Probably, but there might be another possibility with this envelope."

"What's possible?"

Makarov asked questions casually as he looked at the contents of the letter.

Ron scratched his cheek and casually said, "During the final practical assessment, I didn't control my strength well and accidentally shaved off a small piece of the arena."

pat~

Makarov froze on the spot, his entire expression instantly stiffening, and the letter fell from his hand to the floor.

Uru, who was standing to the side, was also slightly taken aback, wondering if he had misheard something.

Ron scratched the back of his head and explained frankly, "President, you know me. I definitely didn't do this on purpose."

The council said that you, the Fairy Tail guild master, will be responsible for paying this compensation bill.

I've used all my money to build the new theater, so Chairman, could you please use your connections to let me pay you back on credit for a few years? I'll pay you back when I've made some money.

After Ron finished speaking, he glanced at the non-existent watch on his wrist and showed a surprised expression.

"Oh dear, the performance is about to start, I have to hurry and get ready."

"President, Sister Uru, see you next time."

After saying goodbye to them, Ron rushed off to the Pure White Theatre Company as fast as he could.

As Uru watched Ron disappear from sight, he looked at Makarov, whose face had turned deathly pale, and was instantly startled.

There seemed to be a white soul on his body, about to slowly float out of his open mouth.

Seeing this, Uru quickly grabbed Makarov's shoulders with both hands and shook him vigorously.

"President, are you alright? Wake up!"

With such a violent shake, Makarov's soul, which was about to ascend to heaven, returned to his body and he awoke.

Looking in the direction Ron had gone, Makarov's old face instantly turned bright red.

He took off with his short legs, chasing after it in a fit of rage!

"Ron!! You little brat, don't even think about running away!!!"

Seeing Makarov roar, Uru couldn't help but laugh on the spot.

Joining this guild was the best decision she ever made.

After some time, Ron escaped Makarov's pursuit and finally slipped into the backstage area of ​​the theater troupe's tent.

After turning back to make sure Makarov wasn't chasing him, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to meet his clone.

Following his senses, Ron arrived at the audience seats and found his clone, Ron, resting with his face covered by a script, leaning back in his chair.

"It's a good thing you still remember me. If you hadn't come back soon, your magic would have run out."

Upon hearing the sound, Ron, the clone, pulled open the script, revealing tired dark circles under his eyes, and looked at his original self.

Ron looked at the dark circles under his clone's eyes, which were drawn on during makeup, and gave him a helpless expression.

Do you think I'm blind? If I hadn't seen how busy he's been these past few days, I would have complained to his face long ago.

"Thanks a lot."

Ron still chose to release him, forming hand seals to dispel the clone technique.

Bang~!

The clone in front of him instantly turned into a puff of white smoke, and the script fell to the ground.

As the clone dissipated, the memories and experiences accumulated over the past few days instantly flooded into Ron's mind.

He closed his eyes and sorted things out for a moment, and found that nothing unexpected had happened in the past few days, and everything had gone very smoothly.

He smiled with relief, then made a hand seal, and a magic circle appeared before his eyes again.

As soon as the clone magic was cast, a new clone of Ron reappeared in front of him.

"I'm counting on you for the upcoming stage performances."

Ron gave his clone a thumbs-up, only to be met with a speechless look of disdain.

Despite grumbling, the clone eventually picked up the script from the ground, turned around, and headed backstage to get ready for makeup and the performance.

"Ron, you're finally back."

When Leqi, who was working as a part-time assistant, lifted the curtain, she was stunned for a moment. Then, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Ron had actually appeared.

"Thank you for your hard work with the troupe these past few days, Leqi."

Now that I'm back, I can contact those newspapers again to discuss cooperation. What's their attitude like lately?

After hearing what Ron said, Leqi went backstage and took out a stack of documents.

"I recently received their quote, and I've already compiled it for you."

Ron flipped through the documents and found that they were indeed from several well-known newspapers and magazines in the vicinity, all of which had submitted price quotes.

However, as he flipped through the list, he noticed something strange: one of the quotes had been compiled into five separate quotes.

This newspaper was the Soshara Weekly, which Ron had met once before.

When Ron saw the latest price list, the numbers on it made his expression freeze instantly.

"What's going on with Soshara Weekly? Why are their prices about 50% higher than other newspapers? Is their editor-in-chief so proactive?"