Doing as He Pleased

The previously confident Freed suddenly realized that the spell he had set up showed no signs of activating. He secretly glanced at the spell's array and saw that there seemed to be no problem.

Even before making contact with Laxus, the cautious Freed had already set up a spell around the area. The rule of the spell was simple. "Anyone with malicious intent will immediately suffocate and die." It was just a precaution.

However, despite Laxus attacking them, nothing happened.

How is this possible? Shouldn't spells be absolute? Could it be that this person doesn't actually mean any harm?

Thinking this, Freed Take Over his rapier and calmly looked at Laxus: "Well, we meant no harm. There might be some misunderstanding. Let's talk this out calmly."

Beside him Bickslow, though seemingly flamboyant, was not actually a person prone to violence or aggression. Naturally, he had no objection to Freed's words, and the five wooden dolls obediently fell back into his hands.

Laxus stopped what he was doing, unleashing his aura that swept over Freed and Bickslow, asking in a chilling tone, "Did you see what I was doing just now?"

Both Freed and Bickslow swallowed hard, shocked by Laxus's aura. They hadn't expected this guy, who didn't look much older than them, to be so strong.

"We didn't see anything, just you sitting there," Freed quickly answered Laxus's question, afraid of angering the big shot in front of him.

Bickslow stuck out his tongue and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Hmm..." Laxus pondered for a moment, "No, I don't trust you!"

Freed: [_]

"So, just to be on the safe side, I still need to beat you all until you completely lose your Memories!" Laxus's muscles bulged, veins popped on his forehead, and he looked absolutely ferocious.

Isn't this utterly malicious?!

Freed felt like he was going crazy. He really didn't understand why the spell wasn't reacting to this fierce-looking guy in front of him.

Does this guy think beating someone into amnesia is just a normal thing? How can he commit violence without any malice? How can there be such a person in the world?

Of course, Freed had no idea that there was a guild called Fairy Tail, and a large group of mages called Fairy Tail, who were exactly the kind of people he imagined. A group of guys who could fight as if it were their daily bread, yet had no ill intentions at all.

"Ha! Babies, it seems it's time for us to make our appearance again!" Bickslow saw that Freed's negotiations had broken down, he activated his five little wooden puppets without the slightest hesitation.

The puppet flew at an extremely high speed and could also fire lasers; the emerald green lasers, biubiubiu, almost completely blocked all of Laxus's escape routes.

Boom!!

Despite its small size, the Bickslow puppet was incredibly powerful. The five laser beams struck the target almost simultaneously, creating a massive explosion and sending dust billowing into the air.

However, this straightforward and childish attack was naturally ineffective against Laxus. Before the dust had even settled, a dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the sky, then split into five in mid-air, or rather, into five attacks, accurately striking the five swaying little wooden puppets.

Beep beep buzz

The puppets themselves were nothing special, just simple wooden objects. They couldn't withstand Laxus's lightning, and after a few muttering noises, they all fell to the ground.

No! My babies, are you all alright?

Bickslow seemed to cherish his puppets quite a bit. Upon seeing them injured, he immediately knelt on the ground and howled in distress, behaving in an extremely exaggerated manner, completely disregarding the fact that he was still in danger.

Freed, standing beside him, seemed to know his companion was an idiot. He said nothing, but silently drew his rapier and stood in front of Bickslow, looking at Laxus.

A golden figure burst out of the smoke and dust, his entire body covered in crackling Electric Light. It was the berserk Laxus, who was still unharmed.

"Dark Ecriture - Shadowless!"

Faced with Laxus's surprise attack, Freed gritted his teeth and once again inscribed dark characters on his body, instantly covering him with jet-black demon armor.

With his rapier in hand, Freed gathered dark magic into a single point and thrust the sword towards Laxus's large foot.

There was no explosion, no tremor, just a crisp crack, Freed's rapier snapped in two, not even lasting a second. His sword was never meant to be a weapon.

However, Laxus's kick was blocked by Freed's sword, losing its power.

Laxus's offensive was thwarted, and surprisingly, he didn't continue his rampage. Instead, he regained his senses, took two steps back to maintain distance, and immediately attacked the effeminate man with a full head of green hair in front of him.

Despite not possessing particularly strong magical power, Freed managed to deflect Laxus's attacks several times. Laxus was quite intrigued by the magic that allowed him to inscribe words on his body.

"Heh, you're not bad, kid. Who exactly are you people?" Laxus asked immediately, showing no embarrassment whatsoever for the attack he had just received.

Although Laxus usually seems very serious, he is, after all, someone who grew up in Fairy Tail, so it's almost impossible for him to have particularly serious values or worldview.

For example, right now, their attitude towards others changes in an instant, without any emotional overture. They'll beat you up if they want to, and chat with you if they want to—that's how capricious Fairy Tail is.

Freed didn't see anything wrong with this; in fact, he breathed a sigh of relief. Since he couldn't beat the big boss, it was only natural to act according to the big boss's mood. It was rare for the big boss to be in the mood to talk to them, and Freed wasn't going to waste his breath and provoke him again.

"My name is Freed, and his name is Bickslow. We are mage mercenaries from the Mercenary Guild."

"A mercenary? So young?" Laxus, somewhat surprised.

He knew a bit about the mercenary guild. Although there were mercenaries who couldn't use magic, their livelihoods were actually similar to those of the guild's mages. They both accepted missions and completed quests.

However, mercenaries' missions are much more brutal, usually involving raids and wars against humans; they are essentially living on the edge of a knife.

The two teenagers in front of him looked to be about the same age as Eleven, yet they were already carrying out missions as mercenaries. No wonder they were quite strong; they must have been tempered in life-or-death situations.