Hey, Snake Petter

"Yay! We're saved!"

"My lord, you must kill this despicable villain! He secretly poisoned us; otherwise, so many brothers wouldn't have died!"

"My lord, you must avenge us!"

The group of Rakshasa Evil Spirits black mages knelt on the ground, sobbing and wailing, looking at Eleven as if he were their own father, each of them looking aggrieved like a group of two-hundred-pound children.

Forehead...

Eleven looked at the group of wailing babies at his feet and felt a little awkward. Would it be too heartless to tell them that he was also there to wipe them out?

Fortunately, Eleven didn't hesitate for long before the poison-spraying teenager he had slammed into the floor pulled himself out.

After pulling his head out, the boy took a couple of deep breaths, then immediately became alert, leaping far away with a whoosh, and looked at Eleven with a serious expression.

Eleven was immediately surrounded by countless eyes. Behind him were a group of older children looking at him pleadingly, and in front of him was a troubled teenager glaring angrily.

Being stared at by so many people at the same time made me feel quite embarrassed.

The poison-wielding boy stared at Eleven, a bead of cold sweat involuntarily trickling down his forehead. He hadn't expected a powerful member of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits Headquarters to suddenly interfere. What was Brain doing? He'd promised to keep an eye on the Headquarters members!

That's right, the boy who released the poison is Cobra, who previously discussed with Brain about exterminating the Rakshasa Evil Spirits, and now Eleven has just run into him.

To his surprise, the Cobra Rakshasa Evil Spirits expert before him looked surprisingly young, seemingly about the same age as himself.

He had rarely seen anyone with such strength at such a young age. Jellal was one, and there was also the boy who defeated Jellal more than a year ago, that gray-haired, blue-eyed boy...

Holy crap! You're Elizabeth?

Cobra couldn't help but gasp. Gray hair and blue eyes—such a combination was uncommon, yet the boy before him perfectly matched it. Although he was completely covered up, his most obvious features were all revealed!

Elizabeth, that name left a very deep impression on Cobra. He had always thought that Jellal was the pinnacle of his peers, and that he himself was second only to Jellal in talent. Until Elizabeth appeared, completely Crush his confidence. The unimaginable oppressive feeling during the battle became a nightmare for the spectators every night.

"Elizabeth, I never imagined you were Rakshasa Evil Spirits mage!"

Eleven: Σ

I haven't even introduced myself yet! How did you know my pseudonym?

This makes me really embarrassed, okay?

Could it be that the Rakshasa Evil Spirits really has a mage named Elizabeth?

Who would choose such a stupid name?

"Um... I'm not..."

"Elizabeth! Do you think I'm still afraid of you? I'm not the same person I was before. Prepare to die!"

Eleven was about to explain that he wasn't Rakshasa Evil Spirits mage, but Cobra didn't give him a chance to speak. Suddenly, Cobra went berserk, howling and lunging at Eleven as if he were determined to die.

"The Poison Dragon's Roar!"

Cobra opened his mouth wide, and a purplish-red poisonous mist condensed within. With a violent contraction of his lungs, large swaths of the mist were expelled, emitting a foul stench that seemed to be mixed with various viruses, making Eleven instinctively sense something was wrong.

"This is Dragon Slayer Magic? You're Dragon Slayer too?" Eleven exclaimed in surprise as he dodged the attack.

Wasn't Dragon Slayer Magic supposed to be an ancient magic that was almost extinct? But this was already the third one he'd seen! It didn't seem that rare; it seemed like it could be found everywhere.

The power of Dragon Slayer Magic needs no further explanation. Eleven swiftly dodged it using his Telekinesis, but the group of Rakshasa Evil Spirits mages kneeling on the ground behind him, pretending to be innocent, were not so lucky. Most of them were unable to dodge in time and were engulfed by the poisonous mist, immediately foaming at the mouth and dying.

"Hahaha, Elizabeth, I heard it! I heard your fear!"

Cobra didn't care how many Rakshasa Evil Spirits mages he had killed; his gaze remained fixed on Eleven, and he rambled on incomprehensibly.

"Elizabeth, you can't escape. I can hear your every move, the Poison Dragon's Spiral Jaws!"

Cobra pushed off the ground with all his might, leaping into the air. Thick poisonous mist swirled around his feet as he spun around, unleashing two spinning whip kicks, each carrying a foul stench of poison, aimed at Eleven's face.

Eleven was surprised to find that Cobra had actually blocked all his escape routes, leaving him with no choice but to take the hit head-on.

Who is this guy anyway? He's got some skills!

She doesn't look very old, but she seems to be a bit stronger than Erza in her normal state.

The Poison Dragon Slayer's abilities are also quite troublesome. Poison mist is not like lightning or fire; you can't tell its true power just by looking at it. You can only know by experiencing it with your own body. However, someone as suicidal as Eleven would never risk his life.

"Grip of Telekinesis!"

A pair of transparent, Telekinesis hands instantly materialized in front of Eleven, catching the incoming kick of Cobra as if waiting for a rabbit to run into a trap, and squeezing it tightly in their palms!

It was like popping a poisonous fog balloon, sending a huge cloud of poisonous fog bursting out. The magic power that Cobra had painstakingly gathered in his palm was instantly shattered by this squeeze, leaving him defenseless.

But that wasn't the end. With Telekinesis grip, he slammed the nearly deformed Cobra directly into the ground. Eleven didn't like giving his enemies a chance to breathe; villains always die from talking too much... cough cough, the heroes should take heed! Hmm!

Boom!!

Dust flew everywhere, and the marble-paved floor of the Rakshasa Evil Spirits was smashed through, leaving a dark, deep crater.

After doing all this, Eleven landed back on the ground, glanced at the few remaining Rakshasa Evil Spirits mages, Telekinesis, knocked them unconscious. Eleven was too lazy to play with them anymore; he had found something more important.

The image of smashing Cobra into the ground reminded Eleven of his battle with Jellal a year ago. Thinking of Jellal reminded him of Brain, and thinking of Brain reminded him of the boys and girls following behind him.

Eleven finally remembered who this drug-playing boy was!

No wonder he knew the name Elizabeth.

No wonder he looked like he had a grudge against me.

So he's the guy who was standing behind Brain, Snake Petter back then. I can't believe he's grown so much in just one year.

His name is... his name... I can't remember! Oh well, let's just call him "Snake Petter" for now!

Eleven crouched down at the edge of the pit, looked at Cobra still twitching at the bottom, frowned slightly, and asked, "Hey, Snake Petter, do you know where Jellal is? I want to talk to him."

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