Uh, Now There Are Five...

Brain's words were like a boulder thrown into calm water, causing a huge uproar.

All the members of the Dark Guild were speechless with shock at Brain's words. Although they had never heard of the Oración Seis, they had heard of the Grimoire Heart and the Tartaros, both of which were legendary beings. The Oración Seis, being able to sign a contract with such a powerful figure, couldn't be anything less than extraordinary!

Even if these dark mages lead dissolute and free-spirited lives, they would never object to being protected by such a powerful figure. With such a legendary figure as their leader, wouldn't they be able to act even more brazenly and shamelessly? Awesome!

The members of the Magic Council who had already retreated were equally unsettled. Unlike the excitement of the Dark Mages, the Magic Council were utterly horrified.

The Grimoire Heart and the Tartaros have appeared simultaneously! Just who is this Brain, to possess such immense power?

These despicable dark mages actually want to form an alliance?

How dare they openly form their alliance right in front of our Magic Council!

This is absolutely outrageous! It's utterly unforgivable!

Hmph! I must get back right away, and then hold an emergency meeting to give them a good dressing down!

The Magic Council's army commander snorted coldly and quickened his retreat.

Just kidding, what if those dark guilds planning to form an alliance suddenly get carried away and decide to kill their Magic Council to celebrate? It's far too dangerous here. It's much more pleasant to go back and have a meeting with the council members.

Brain did not incite the dark mages to attack those in the Magic Council; now was not the time to break ties with the Magic Council.

He brought the Magic Council to this battlefield for two reasons. One was to draw the fire of the Magic Council Rakshasa Evil Spirits to prevent them from being defeated quickly. The other reason was to allow the Magic Council's soldiers to spread the news of their Balam Alliance to all parts of the world.

Brain had no intention of keeping a low profile in the development league. With such a powerful combination as Grimoire Heart and Tartaros, they had no need to keep a low profile.

The news of the Dark Guilds forming the Balam Alliance will surely cause a huge upheaval throughout the entire Ishgar Continent, and he, Brain, and the Oración Seis will ride this wave to the pinnacle of their lives.

Eleven and Laxus, mingling among these fanatical dark mages, weren't greatly affected. They'd never even heard of Grimoire Heart or Tartaros, these two book-illiterate guys.

After listening for a while, all I felt was that it might not be good if the Dark Guilds united, that was all.

It's unclear how much time passed, but the group of dark mages on the battlefield put aside their differences, arm in arm, and followed Brain's whistling horn, skipping and hopping into the distance, leaving behind only a scene of devastation and ruin.

Eleven finally found Makarov, who was still there. The old man was standing on the earthen slope with his hands behind his back, looking at the desolate battlefield ruins, sighing with sorrow, as if he was about to recite a poem at any moment.

"Oh dear! Grandpa, I've missed you so much!"

Eleven Makarov's inner turmoil, Makarov burst into a hug from behind, wiping his nose incessantly. The day had been incredibly exciting, and Eleven was quite agitated.

"Are you alright?" Makarov looked at Eleven, who was holding him, and gently patted his head.

"Waaah, I'm fine, you don't need to worry!" Eleven was deeply moved by the old man's concern and burst into tears.

Makarov slapped Eleven on the head as he was about to blow his nose on him, knocking him to the ground.

"You brat, all you do is cause trouble!" Upon hearing that Eleven was unharmed, Makarov instantly changed, and he glared at Eleven with a fierce look.

Seeing that the old man was genuinely angry, Eleven abandoned his plan to get away with it by acting cute and obediently knelt before Makarov, head bowed, accepting the old man's tirade.

Makarov was genuinely furious this time; Eleven had gone too far. Usually, a little vandalism was one thing, but this time he'd actually infiltrated the Dark Guild's ranks! And he almost lost his life.

What kind of crazy idea is this?

It seems I've been too gentle with the boy!

This time, he must be punished properly so he knows that he's not just a figurehead who cleans up their messes; he also has a temper!

"By the way, where's that little bastard Laxus?" Makarov, tired of cursing, finally remembered his grandson and asked.

"Huh? He was right behind me... Damn, Laxus just ran away!"

Eleven was initially bewildered, looking back for a while before suddenly realizing that Laxus, that bastard, had secretly run away to avoid getting yelled at.

That's so inconsiderate! Running away without even telling him!

Shameless!

Makarov probably knew what kind of person his grandson was, and instantly understood the reason: whatever he did, he couldn't hide; that brat would come back sooner or later.

Without dwelling on Laxus's problem, Makarov, dragging a dejected Eleven along, stroked his chin, pondering how to punish Eleven to teach him a lesson.

Makarov's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the hissing sound of a snake's tongue in front of him, and he looked up.

A giant purple python was seen raising its head, baring its fangs, and watching them warily. At the center of the python's coils lay a dark red-haired boy, with several other figures behind him...

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The few footprints that had been trampled on looked incredibly pitiful.

Clearly, the giant python was protecting the unconscious boy, but the battlefield had been too chaotic, and the python was powerless to do anything about it, so it was inevitable that the boy lying on the ground would be trampled on a few times.

"Hey, isn't that Cubellios? What are you doing here?"

Eleven was being dragged behind Makarov, also peeked out when he heard the snake's hiss. To his surprise, he recognized the snake—it was the same large python that had been following the Snake Petter.

Thinking of Snake Petter, Eleven subconsciously looked at Cobra, who was being protected behind Cubellios. When he saw Cobra's miserable state, several fragments of Memories flashed through his mind.

Um... the reason this guy is unconscious here seems to be because I beat him up...

Eleven approached with a slightly apologetic expression, wanting to see if Cobra was still alive. Cubellios, however, showed no hostility towards Eleven; instead, he nuzzled him affectionately and stepped aside to allow Elvin to examine Cobra's injuries.

Makarov seemed to have developed a strong interest in the giant python, Cubellios, tilting his head and staring intently at her, his murky eyes seeming to see right through her.

"You're human, aren't you?" After staring at him for a while, Makarov suddenly reached out a hand and placed it on Cubellios's neck, uttering a shocking statement.

Eleven, who was checking Cobra's head for injuries, was so startled that he slipped and dropped Cobra's head to the ground with a thud.

Cubellios himself seemed puzzled, staring at the rambling old man with a hostile expression, flicking his forked tongue.

"Didn't you even realize it yourself? How pathetic. Who cast this spell?" Makarov frowned, his tone somewhat angry, but his eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at Cubellios. "Come with me. I'll help you return to your original state. You're not your true self right now."

"Grandpa, are you serious?" Eleven ignored Cobra and stood up, looking at Makarov and Cubellios with a mixture of shock and excitement. "Cubellios, no wonder you're so smart. Just listen to Grandpa and come with us. Let's give it a try. Trust us, we won't harm you."

Cubellios hesitated for a moment, flicking his tongue. Although he didn't know the old man, he trusted Eleven completely. Eleven was the first human he could truly communicate with; even Cobra could only connect with her telepathically, not truly communicate.

After thinking for a moment, Cubellios nodded his enormous snake head, indicating his agreement to go with Eleven and the others. However, the next second, Cubellios used his snake tail to curl up Cobra, who was lying on the ground, and shook his head to indicate that if they were going to leave, they would have to take Cobra with them.

Eleven looked at Cobra with some disdain; the guy seemed really wicked. But when he saw the pleading look in Cubellios's eyes, he had no choice but to give in, affectionately reaching out to stroke Cubellios's smooth snake scales. "Sigh, I really can't do anything with you. Well, let's take him with us then."

At this moment, Cobra, who had been unconscious, was finally woken up by the noise of Eleven and the others. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was that Cubellios was affectionately snuggling into Eleven's arms.

Elizabeth Cubellios

Why?

Cubellios, did you ultimately choose Elizabeth and leave me?

Why?

My only wish is to hear the heartfelt words of my closest friends, so why can't it be granted?

Ah, Cubellios, I really want to hear your voice!

Overwhelmed with grief and despair, Cobra fainted once again, unable to accept the shock of his prayers being shattered. He was then carried by Cubellios, who used his tail to carry him towards a new life.

Meanwhile, in a far-off direction, Brain, finally having a chance to rest, suddenly covered his face. One of the six tattoos on his face suddenly disappeared.

"Cobra's prayer has vanished! Did that guy not survive the war? Hmph, what a useless fellow!"