Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

The conference hall was a magnificent white building, guarded by council soldiers at the entrance. After announcing his purpose, Hope was immediately let in.

The security arrangements for the routine meeting were really perfunctory.

That's true. With so many mage guild leaders around, there's really no fear of anyone causing trouble.

With a grumbling in his mind, Hope walked into the hall.

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The long, tedious meeting that made everyone drowsy in the morning has finally come to an end, and now it's time for the chairpersons to exchange ideas freely.

In the hall where a buffet was prepared, the presidents who were on good terms with each other sat in twos and threes at a table, chatting about this and that. One table was particularly lively.

"I heard that half of Harugion was demolished recently, Makarov. Your young men are still as energetic as ever!"

A bald, short, and chubby transvestite woman with bright red blush, heart-shaped lipstick, and a sundress propped her chin up and spoke to Makarov.

Makarov hiccuped, completely unconcerned that his old friend, now the president of "Blue Pegasus," was teasing him. "Oh! Bob, you mean that thing? The two of them demolished half the city. Natsu and that newbie named Lucy are really good."

"Especially Lucy, that girl's figure is really... hey~"

This old scoundrel gets drunk as soon as he drinks, like he's possessed by Captain Ma, who's trying to achieve his goal through a roundabout way.

Faced with Makarov's exposed lewd nature, Goldman, the "Four-Headed Hound" president who was sitting at the same table wearing a top hat and sunglasses, couldn't help but remind him: "It's good that young people are energetic, but they should also be careful to restrain themselves."

"I heard that a member of the council is worried that Fairy Tail mages will cause more and more damage in the future, and has made a suggestion to restrain you."

Makarov waved his hand, "It's just a suggestion, and Yajima sent me a message saying that eight out of ten members of parliament rejected the proposal."

Upon hearing that his friend Yajma was a member of the council, Goldman nodded and stopped worrying about Makarov.

"Let's leave this topic at that. I have something good to share with you all~" Makarov said mysteriously, taking a magazine out of his clothes and holding it up high.

Goldman's coldness vanished instantly, his eyes fixed on the book in Makarov's hand. "This...this could be!"

"That's right! It's the latest photobook released today by Mirajane, the signature girl of Fairy Tail!"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent instantly. One by one, the male presidents teleported to Makarov's table and began to taste the food with him.

"Oh! As expected of Mira-chan~"

"That smile, that figure..."

"No! I'm about to get a nosebleed!"

"Damn it, why isn't such a beautiful woman in our guild?"

"......"

Don't be fooled by how serious these club presidents seem on the surface; they're all pretty unreliable in private.

The only female guild leader present, Granny Oba of "Snake Scale," couldn't help but mutter a complaint as she listened to the old men's enthusiastic discussion.

"Honestly, they're all not young anymore, do they still think they're young?"

"You may be old in age, but you can be young at heart."

A young man's voice came from beside her. Grandma Oba turned her head and saw a young man dressed as a bartender, carrying a tray in his hand.

"Please enjoy your vegetable salad."

Hope placed the dishes on the table and was about to turn and leave when Grandma Ouba called out to him, "Young man, I've been here for meetings many times, but this is the first time I've seen you. Are you a new employee?"

"I guess so."

Hope chuckled. He couldn't very well say that he'd just entered the venue and been mistaken for a temporary worker and dragged into the lobby by the venue's administrators...

I shouldn't have gone out wearing a bartender's uniform...

After the food was served, Hope moved toward Makarov's table, but he didn't manage to squeeze in until the group of lewd club presidents finished reading their magazines and dispersed.

Makarov closed the magazine with a hint of smugness, but when he looked up, he saw Hope's amused gaze, and his smile instantly froze.

Cough once.

Silently putting the magazine away, as if he hadn't been the one who had just gathered to admire the photo magazine, Makarov asked with a serious expression, "Oh, it's Hope. What are you doing here?"

As expected, old ginger is spicier, and so is its skin.

Hope wisely avoided mentioning what had just happened and took out a recording magic crystal from her inner pocket. "President, Mirajane asked me to give this to you."

Will you write at this time?

A slightly drunk Makarov activated the Recording Crystal, and Mirajane's projection appeared above the crystal, followed by an explanation of Erza, Natsu, and Gray's trio teaming up.

Makarov, who was still somewhat drunk, immediately sobered up.

The three most troublesome people in the guild have teamed up!

Seeing that Makarov was still holding on, Hope added somewhat maliciously, "That president, Mirajane forgot to mention one person, Lucy is also in the 'Strongest Team'~"

That newcomer who, along with Natsu, destroyed half of Hargeon?!

The sky is falling!

Those guys don't really want to destroy a city, do they?

Once fully sober, Maklov was drenched in cold sweat, his body began to tremble, his lips twitched slightly, and he instinctively clutched his chest.

Seeing Makarov like this, Hope quickly took out a quick-acting heart medicine prepared by Miran and put it in the old man's mouth, patting Makarov's back with concern to help him catch his breath.

But Bob and Goldman, who were standing nearby, could clearly see that a fleeting smile had just crossed the bartender's face.

They reasonably suspected that the kid was doing it on purpose.

After all, who would carry a bottle of nitroglycerin pills around all the time? It's obvious that this was prepared in advance for Makarov, otherwise he wouldn't have added any more information about Lucy at the end.

This kid seems a bit cunning...

Chapter 14 The Clown

After catching his breath, Makarov had recovered.

Although he is over eighty years old, he is in very good health and his strong physique means he doesn't need any nitroglycerin pills to save his life.

After regaining his composure, Makarov listened to Hope's explanation of how the "strongest squad" was formed, and his expression immediately turned serious.

You should know that Erza is not a reckless person.

She believed that she needed the help of her companions to solve the problem, and the helpers she found were Natsu and Gray, who were among the best below the S-class mages in the guild. So the problem she was facing was probably quite tricky.

Thinking about it this way, it seems like they're more likely to destroy a city.

Makarov rubbed his temples, his composure suddenly faltering slightly.

Hope and Makarov had almost digested the information and were about to tell him about their experiences along the way when a commotion suddenly broke out outside the venue, followed by the venue doors being violently blasted open.

Behind the shattered gate fragments, a sudden gust of wind arose, and a tall, thin figure carrying a scythe slowly emerged.

Eric!

Hope subtly shielded the three presidents, Makarov, Bob, and Goldman, in front of him. Fortunately, Bob and Goldman were one fat and one tall, otherwise Makarov, being so short, would have had nowhere to hide.

Some guild leaders recognized Erigor and questioned him, "Erigor! By attacking the regular meeting venue, are you declaring war on us and the Council?!"

"Declare war? No, no, no."

Eligoll gave a cruel smile. "I'm here to declare your 'death'."

"Death? You think you can defeat me, Eric Gor?"

Although Makarov was short in stature, the moment he took a step, a powerful magical pressure instantly enveloped the entire venue, and the gale that had appeared because of Erigor was instantly suppressed and dissipated.

The power of the "Ten Wizard Saints" was on full display.

Eligoro felt the pressure mounting, but his arrogance grew even more outrageous. "Makarov, I admit you are indeed strong, but your power is meaningless in the face of the 'Dark Mage's' masterpiece!"

He drew a wooden flute from his waist, raised it high, and laughed wildly: "As soon as I play it, you will all turn to dust!"

"Oh no! That's Lalabai! The 'Curse Song' demon created by Zeref!" A guild leader recognized the item in Eric's hand and couldn't help but shout.

Upon hearing the name "Zeref," the guild leaders all changed their expressions. This legendary progenitor of black magic invented many terrifying things, and "demons" were one of them.

Seeing the guild leaders who always looked down on killing commissions change their expressions drastically, even showing signs of panic, Eligoll was in high spirits. He loved this feeling of being superior.

"Fellow presidents, you are offering your lives to fulfill my name as 'Grim Reaper'!"

As Erigor brought the flute to his lips, just as he was about to play, the wall on one side of the hall suddenly shattered, and a magical four-wheeled vehicle sped in.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a dashing figure appeared, followed by Natsu, Gray, Lucy, Cana, and Happy.

"Erigor! Your schemes end here!" Erza, longsword in hand and armor gleaming under the hall lights, shouted at Erigor.

Kana quickly scanned the scene, and when she saw that Hope was unharmed, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Erigor, your Iron Forest has been taken care of by us. Now surrender!" Natsu shouted excitedly, his fists burning with flames. It was unclear whether he wanted to fight or persuade Natsu to surrender.

Ericoer's face turned ashen.

Being interrupted while showing off was indeed very unpleasant for him, but the thought that he could also eliminate a so-called S-rank mage and a few small fry while eliminating a group of guild leaders was a good thing.

This pleasurable feeling was something that Eric Gor himself enjoyed.

A whirlwind arose around him, and Eligoll used the force of the wind to soar upwards, crashing through the dome of the venue. "Insects, it's time to hear the 'chantment' of death!"

Seeing that Erigor was about to blow "Lalabai" again, everyone used magic to try to stop him.

However, being in the sky and with the barrier of the raging winds blocking the way, Erigor was ultimately one step ahead.

Ugh—Pfft—

A strange sound, muffled, hoarse, and even slightly whistling, came from the flute.

It was a bit unpleasant to hear, but the terrifying scene of demons descending and life withering away that I had imagined never happened.

The room fell silent; everyone stared blankly at Eric.

Eric was stunned. Was his posture wrong? He tried different postures and blew a few times, not believing it.

puff-

Woohoo—

The sound was still unpleasant, as harsh and grating as the creaking of an old wooden door; other than that, nothing else happened.