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

"Sir, you have arrived at your destination."

Ron, wearing an orange wig, jumped down from the carriage and looked up at the three-story building in front of him.

This was their destination: a top-tier magic guild in the Kingdom of Fiore.

Above the main entrance on the first floor hangs its guild name, "Fairy Tail." On the third floor hangs the flags of three allied magic guilds, with Fairy Tail's guild logo right in the center.

Ron looked up at the door with bright eyes, feeling a surge of excitement.

Ron hadn't quite grasped the reality of it yet, since he had only just awakened his past life memories and already had to work for the Pure White Theater Troupe.

"I never expected to come to Fairy Tail for the first time in the form of a commission; even so, I'm still quite excited."

After paying the coachman, Weiss got off the carriage.

Tap tap~ Tap tap~

After watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Weiss lowered his head and asked Ron:

"Commander Ron, why don't you send a letter to the commander and the others explaining the situation and asking them to instruct us on what to do?"

Weiss had already learned about the current situation while in the carriage, but after listening to Ron's plan, he was still somewhat uneasy.

"Since they've all decided to wash their hands of things, I can handle these matters myself. I shouldn't bother them."

"Alright, but Commander Ron... are you sure you want to go dressed like this?"

Seeing Ron so excited that his orange wig was askew, Weiss felt embarrassed for him.

Weiss always felt that if Ron went to entrust such an important task, people would just think he was there to mess around and would eventually kick him out.

Ron rolled his eyes upwards and realized that the orange wig was crooked, so he straightened it with his hand.

Ron smiled confidently:

"Of course, that's how you go in."

Otherwise, how can the system's current role-playing level be improved?

"Let's go."

Ron straightened his tie, glanced at his cheap suit, and strode towards the front door.

Whis sighed and followed Ron into Fairy Tail.

When Weiss entered the lobby on the first floor, he could feel the noisy atmosphere in the guild.

Weiss looked around. The lobby on the first floor was in the style of a salon, where a group of mages were drinking and making mage fun, showing no signs of being mages at all.

"Is this the Mage Guild? It's not quite what I imagined."

Weiss looked on with curiosity. If he hadn't come with Ron, he probably would never have stepped into these magic guilds in his entire life.

Weiss followed the relaxed-looking Ron to the back of the first floor, to the bar counter against the wall.

The waitress by the bar greeted Weiss as he entered:

"Welcome to Fairy Tail, may I help you?"

Seeing this, Weiss asked with a puzzled look:

"Um, this should be the Magic Guild, right?"

"That's right!"

In the noisy hall, a clear surround sound suddenly rang out, its echo instantly drowning out all the clamor.

"I am the guild master of this magic guild. What can I do for you?"

Weiss was terrified and quickly looked around, but he couldn't see the person who made that powerful sound.

Weiss wanted to continue searching, but Ron tugged at his pants to get Weiss's attention.

"Hey, what are you looking for? They're standing right in front of us."

After being reminded, Weiss looked down and discovered that there was an old man with white hair, the same height as Ron, right in front of them.

The white-haired old man was wearing an orange hoodie over a white T-shirt with the Fairy Tail emblem, and an orange and blue striped clown hat.

The white-haired old man smiled kindly, stroked his small mustache, and explained:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Newcomers often have this question, so I have to emphasize it again.

The noisy mages sitting nearby laughed loudly:

"President, it's perfectly normal that people didn't notice you at first glance."

"Cough! Cough!"

The white-haired old man ignored the facts the mage stated and cleared his throat.

He then introduced:

"Nice to meet you. I am Makarov Dreyer, the guild master of Fairy Tail. What brings you to our guild?"

Weiss greeted him:

"Nice to meet you. Our team leader came to ask for a mission."

"So you're here to ask for a mission? Let's find somewhere else to talk. Where's your guild leader?"

Weiss lowered his head and gestured to introduce Ron:

"This is our commander."

Makarov looked at Ron, who was still a child, with a puzzled expression.

So you're the one in charge?

......

"I see. So you suspect you've been scammed by a lawyer?"

Makarov glanced at the bond list the law firm had sent to Ron, then at the two clients sitting opposite him, sipping red tea.

Ron was drinking his tea with a relaxed expression, while Weiss was looking at Makarov with a nervous expression.

Makarov shook his head again and said:

"However, I suggest you contact the Magic Council for this commission; we can't investigate these kinds of incidents."

Moreover, this letter alone cannot prove anything; we have no evidence.

Makarov did not look down on Ron because of his attire; instead, he listened carefully to the details of their story.

The main reason he refused to accept the case was because there was too little evidence. This matter was only the junior commander's side of the story, and he also stated that it was their own deduction.

If things are not as they deduced, the guild is just playing along with their nonsense, which will also be detrimental to the client's subsequent investigation.

"No, President, you've got it wrong."

Ron put down his tea and continued:

"I didn't come here to ask you to investigate this."

Makarov raised an eyebrow, waiting quietly for Ron to say what he would say next.

"Actually, I came here to request two tasks from the guild's mages."

Ron held up his index finger, indicating:

"My first commission is to hire a mage as a bodyguard. I will personally go to the law firm for a meeting."

This is just to prevent the other party from resorting to any means necessary during the talks. After all, I'm still young, and this is to ensure my personal safety. As long as no one else intervenes, there's no need for the mage to do so.

Makarov frowned and adopted a serious expression.

"You want to go to the talks in person? Then I still suggest you..."

"Find the council? That would take a lot of time to investigate, and I can't guarantee I'll last that long."

Ron interrupted Makarov's suggestion, took a breath, and said:

"I believe that as the president, you should understand how I feel."

Makarov paused for a moment.

"If you know that the guild will be in trouble in the future, and you are capable of handling it yourself, would you choose to trouble others?"

When the previous guild leader entrusted this guild to you, you would certainly do everything in your power to protect it and spare them all these worries.

Ron's eyes hardened, and he said:

"I believe I can personally negotiate with the law firm and reach a solution. As long as your mages ensure that no third party gets involved, the problem can be resolved."

Ron glanced at Weiss, who was staring at him, and said:

"This is how I, as the director, protect the Pure White Theatre Company."

After hearing these words, Weiss felt nothing but deep admiration for Ron.

As expected of the regimental commander's son, he has the commander's demeanor!

Makarov stared intently at the 10-year-old child before him, momentarily lost in thought.

This statement truly touched upon Makarov's feelings for the guild, making him realize that the young troupe leader before him indeed shared similar sentiments with his own theater company.

Makarov snapped out of his daze, smiled, shook his head, and looked directly at Ron.

"I see. Our guild will accept this bodyguard assignment."

Seeing Ron's determined look, Makarov decided not to try to persuade him any further.

"So, what's your second request?"

Ron smiled and said:

"This second commission is about the future of the Pure White Theatre Troupe, but how can we talk about the future if we don't resolve this issue now?"

So let's talk about the second commission after the bodyguard mission is over and I've successfully protected my assets.

After all, you can only protect them for a while, not forever, can you?

Makarov smiled again.

This kid came prepared, not bad.

"Your name is Ron White, right? I admire you! Let me accompany you on this trip."

"Also, don't wear this outfit out randomly in the future, it'll leave a bad impression on people."

Upon hearing this, Ron narrowed his eyes and scanned Makarov's attire from top to bottom.

How dare you say that to me?