Uninvited Guests

"Hey, is Grandpa alright? Should we go and rescue him?"

"Damn the Magic Council!"

"Oh dear! Let's get going right away! If we don't hurry, the old man will be beheaded!"

"Shut up, you idiot! You won't get your head chopped off!"

Everyone's attention immediately shifted from Eleven's assigned task to Makarov's arrest. With their own guild leader arrested, who had the mind to do any missions?

"No need! No need!" Kinana, clearly having received Makarov's instructions, hurriedly waved her hand to stop the group from about to go berserk. Otherwise, these guys in the guild might actually do something like break into the Magic Council.

"The chairman said that the Magic Council is just putting on a show; they don't really intend to detain him. He'll be back in a few days, so we don't need to worry."

Kinana nervously explained to Eleven for a long time before finally calming down these spirited and indignant young men.

Once he calmed down, Eleven looked at the assigned task in his hand again and found it utterly boring. The tense atmosphere from before had vanished, and he no longer had the energy to speculate.

"Eleven, are you going to take this mission?" Erza looked at Eleven with some concern.

"Well, let's go take a look. I can't keep avoiding assigned missions. I'm an S-rank mage now, so it's normal to have assigned missions. There's no need to make such a fuss." Eleven put the mission sheet into his pocket and said calmly.

"Then I'll go with you! I'm a little worried." Erza gripped the sword at her waist and volunteered.

"I'll go too, just in case there's any danger, I can help," Gray said.

"Um, me too," Cana started to say, but Eleven cut her off.

"No need, I can manage on my own. I'm more mobile by myself; bringing you along would just be a hassle."

Eleven spoke very rudely, showing no respect for Erza and the others. After saying this, he turned and left, not wanting to get involved with Erza any further.

After leaving the guild, Eleven didn't really have anywhere to go. He just wanted to be alone and think about the situation he might face next.

Leaning against the embankment of Magnolia, Eleven pulled out the mission sheet from his pocket, held it up in the air, and remained silent.

Mom and Dad

Is it really you guys?

Are you back?

As evening fell and the sun began to set, crimson clouds spread across the river, shimmering with golden light. Eleven slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

"Oh dear, he actually fell asleep." Eleven smacked his lips, got up from the ground, scratched Dupi, and put the task sheet that was standing on his belly back down.

"Let's go home. We'll go see what kind of monster this 'Cat Demon Cait Shelter' really is tomorrow."

After a good night's sleep, Eleven felt much better. He stretched and swaggered home. Being carefree has always been a fine tradition of Fairy Tail; overthinking is useless, just play it by ear.

As soon as he got to his doorstep, Eleven froze, his eyebrows twitching slightly. Through his Spiritual Power senses, he knew that his little house was bustling with activity.

Eleven gently pushed open the door, which should have been locked, and peeked inside.

Looking up, I saw Gray sitting on his sofa like a king, legs crossed. He was only wearing a pair of underwear and was rubbing against the sofa.

This is so sickeningly sweet!

"Gray, clothes, clothes!" Lisanna, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to look at Gray and couldn't help but complain.

Meanwhile, Cana, who was originally in charge of criticizing Gray's clothes, was holding a bottle of Eleven had always kept as a decoration in her home, gulping it down. Her face was flushed, and she let out a burp. Just then, she saw Eleven come in and gave him a silly Eleven, embarrassed smile.

A clanging and banging sound came from the kitchen. Turning my head, I saw Mira impatiently helping Eleven wash his mountain of pots and pans.

"Why did I have to come all the way to his house to wash his dishes! This guy doesn't even wash dishes, he should just be lazy!" Mira muttered angrily, but her hands didn't stop working at all, washing each dish until it was sparkling white.

This girl has a fierce look on her face, but she insists on doing the work of a virtuous wife and loving mother. It's kind of cute.

Elfman stood by nervously, helping Mira with her tasks, not daring to say or ask anything.

Upstairs came Natsu's exclamations of rummaging through drawers and cupboards. Spiritual Power scan revealed that the second-floor bedroom had been turned into a pigsty by that bastard Natsu. The guy was currently sprawled on Eleven's soft bed, wriggling around like a giant worm, looking quite comfortable.

Happy, the little rascal Harpy was sharpening his claws on Eleven's wardrobe, seemingly dissatisfied with the material, a disgruntled expression on his face.

The quietest one was Levy, sitting quietly in Eleven's study, reading a book, very well-behaved.

However, since Levy was there, Jet and Droy, those two big shots, were naturally also present. The two of them didn't cause any trouble, they just kept pointing at the mission souvenirs that Eleven had displayed in the study, acting like they were very knowledgeable.

This is infuriating!

"Heh, everyone's here. Pretty complete." Eleven walked in with a forced smile.

This wasn't the first or second time these guys from the guild had shown up at his house for no reason; Eleven was already used to it and too lazy to complain about them one by one anymore.

"Hey! You're back. We came without telling you, hope you don't mind."

Erza had been rummaging through Eleven's refrigerator with her butt sticking out the whole time, so Eleven hadn't noticed. Meanwhile, Erza was holding a plate of Eleven's treasured red bean pudding, eating it bite by bite. She was no longer wearing her armor, but had changed into a casual white shirt.

Her casual demeanor made it seem as if this was her home and Eleven was the guest.

(￣w￣) "Oh, welcome to the party. Is that pudding good?" Eleven looked at his red bean pudding with a hint of heartache.

"Mmm, it's delicious! Would you like to try some?"

As she spoke, Erza actually handed the little spoon she was holding to Eleven. Her generous manner almost made Eleven think that Erza had bought the pudding herself.

(ー_ー): "Um, no need, you can eat it yourself."

"Oh, okay then." Erza nonchalantly shoved the spoon back into her mouth.