The Highly Respected Makarov

Lalako?

You fucking Lalako! You're the Lalako!

Lala... no, Laxus was completely flustered when he heard Eleven call him "Lalako," and he almost lost control of his elemental form.

What a terrible name!

Even a temporary pseudonym shouldn't be used so casually! It's too fake! Who would believe it!

Sure enough, shortly after Eleven called out the name, Laxus keenly picked up on the murmurs of the crowd.

"Lalako? Um... no wonder she's the boss, even her name is so unique."

"Lalako sounds pretty good too... right..."

"Lalako! Lalako... Lala can't take it anymore, I can't say it, I'm so embarrassed!"

The Dark Guild really wanted to give Laxus some face, but they didn't know how to praise him, which made them feel a little awkward.

The Magic Council's side was much simpler. They glanced at the burly Laxus in the sky, then spat out a mouthful of saliva, their faces full of disdain.

"Pah! Such a big guy with such a name, that damned dark mage is disgusting!"

Laxus:(╬￣皿￣)

That's the sound of someone's sanity snapping!

The pressure from not advancing to S-rank, the pressure from not being able to keep up with Eleven's logic, the pressure from not being silly enough, and the pressure from having an unpleasant name—all of this finally exploded at this moment!

"You son of a bitch! You dare say that again, you bastard! Who are you calling disgusting?"

Lalako went berserk! Howling, she charged towards the Magic Council's camp once again.

"Lala... Lalako! Calm down, don't get agitated, they didn't do it on purpose!"

Eleven was startled and hurriedly tried to stop Laxus. However, Laxus was like a husky that had broken free of its leash; no matter how much Eleven pulled on the leash, he couldn't stop its unrestrained pace.

Meanwhile, in the rear of the Magic Council's camp, the leaders of the major guilds who were playing a crucial supporting role finally arrived at the battlefield.

Although the Magic Council wanted to claim all the credit for getting involved in such a major event as the Dark Guild War, it was also well aware of the dangers involved, so it simply dragged all the major legitimate guilds into the fray.

The guild leaders of these large guilds knew that the others were just there to keep things in order and put on a show, and that they didn't need to actually do anything. So they all looked relaxed and didn't take the noise on the battlefield seriously at all.

"Ugh! Seriously! Why do I have to be in a place like this?! Spin me around in circles!!"

The guild leader of Lamia Scale Hancock Scale, Oba Barbasoma, was an extremely talkative old woman. Her hands kept twitching as if she had Parkinson's disease, and she constantly muttered complaints about how this trouble had come about.

Makarov walked to the side, glanced at the old woman with some disdain, and hiccuped. "Hiccup! You old hag, you're still as long-winded as ever!"

"Huh? What did Makarov say? Do you want me to spin you around?" Oba Barbasoma persisted in her nagging at Makarov.

A group of elderly men and women walked together, not at all mature and composed; instead, they were as noisy and boisterous as a bunch of little kids.

"Oh? I didn't expect to find such a spirited young man in the Dark Guild!"

Goldmine, the guild master of the Quatro Cerberus, stood to the side, one hand on his pointed wizard hat, wearing large sunglasses, watching the center of the battlefield. He happened to see Laxus and Eleven locked in combat in the air.

Eleven managed to stop Laxus from wreaking havoc on the Magic Council, but he had no choice but to take on Laxus's wrath and join in his rage. The two of them started fighting again for no apparent reason, getting more and more excited as they fought, and for a time they became the brightest stars in the center of the battlefield.

Makarov, who was arguing with the old woman, was immediately drawn to Goldmine's words. He loved energetic young people. He immediately left the old woman behind, swayed over to Goldmine, put his hand on the lotus seedpod, and looked towards the center of the battlefield.

"Come, let me see what kind of young man he is."

"Forehead"

Upon seeing the two men dancing in the middle of the battlefield, Makarov's back was instantly drenched in sweat, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and silently pray that what you are seeing is just an illusion. Open your eyes again.

(;′Д`) Ugh!

I knew it! It was those two little rascals! What terrible things have I done to deserve this?

Why are they here?

Makarov knew Eleven and Laxus all too well; they were children he had watched grow up. Even though both of them deliberately concealed their appearances and magical abilities, Makarov recognized them at a glance—these were his own mischievous children.

"Oh dear, Ma-chan, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much all of a sudden?"

Bob, the president of Blue Pegasus, is a flamboyant, transvestite old man (or woman?) who speaks in a flirtatious manner, but he is a very kind person. When he sees Makarov behaving strangely, he immediately goes up to him to show his concern.

"Uh... it's nothing! I'm fine, I'm perfectly okay! Haha..."

Makarov stiffly turned his head, scratched his head, and gave an awkward laugh, which immediately attracted strange looks from many guild leaders.

Fortunately, Eleven and his group concealed their identities and did not wreak havoc on the Dark Guild's battlefield under the Fairy Tail banner, which was the only thing that made Makarov feel relieved.

Since that's the case, let's just pretend we don't know them. Anyway, if the Magic Council later, as long as we deny it to the death, they probably won't be able to do anything about it.

"Hahaha, those two brats in the middle of the battlefield are really something! Too bad I don't know them at all! Haha!"

Makarov's awkward laugh, which made Goldmine and the others look at him with even more interest, and they couldn't help but glance at Eleven and her group a few more times.

Judging from Makarov's expression, those two brats must be mages from Fairy Tail, right?

Haha, that's so typical of them!

Makarov has been the guild master of Fairy Tail for so many years, it must have been tough for him.

After all, they were old friends, and Bob and the others didn't want to see Makarov continue to feel awkward, so they casually chimed in, "Seriously, Ma-chan, how could you possibly know people over there?"

"Yes, yes, that's right!" Makarov glanced gratefully at Bob and nodded repeatedly to show that he was a good person.

Makarov's comical actions immediately drew laughter from the group of elderly men and women around him; the little old man had truly embarrassed himself today.

Just then, the guild leaders, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly fell silent and turned their gazes to the center of the battlefield.

There, Eleven and Laxus, who were engaged in a fierce battle in the air, suddenly plummeted to the ground as if pressed by some force.

A suffocating magical power suddenly spread from the center of the battlefield, making the air thick and heavy wherever it passed, so oppressive that people could not stand up straight.

A man with a monkey-like face and a long braid, wearing a white coat, strode out. The magic around him was so dense that it was almost tangible; everything he stepped on was crushed into dust by the powerful gravity, and the earth was as flat as if it had been trampled.

Bluenote Sturgeon!

Known as a powerful mage whose presence leaves nothing but desolation, he is extremely famous in the dark world. He possesses magic that allows him to manipulate gravity at will, a power so immense it's breathtaking!

"Oh no! The kids are in danger!"

The moment Makarov saw Bluenote appear, his pupils contracted sharply. He abandoned all pretense of acting and leaped forward, heading straight for the center of the battlefield.

Goldmine and his old friends exchanged wry smiles and sighed. This old fellow was still so impatient; at his age, he still needed them to clean up his messes.

"Oh, the Dark Guild has really produced an extraordinary young man! His magical power is comparable to that of the Ten Wizard Saints!"

"Oh dear, Ma-chan, she even offered to help when we didn't need to."

"Only Little Ma could stop him, that's just like Little Ma!"

"I had no choice but to praise him and reward him by making him spin around!"

The old men chimed in, one after another, flattering each other, making it sound like the real story. They went on to praise Makarov as a powerful, selfless, altruistic, and altruistic saint.

When the young presidents who were not familiar with Makarov heard Goldmine and the others say this, they immediately started talking about it. In their minds, Makarov's original image as a frivolous old man instantly became much more impressive.

I never imagined that His Excellency Makarov would be such a highly respected and virtuous chairman!

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