That Idea of Yours Is Toxic

Despite the threats from Erza and Mira, Eleven remained calm. Eleven gently moved Mira's prickly hand away from his head before speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Listen to me, I'm not taking you with me because you're not as strong as him, but because you're not as useful. Don't get agitated, don't get agitated! Let me finish!" Eleven quickly changed his posture to dodge the swords and claws that Erza and Mira had placed at his neck, and continued speaking.

"Erza, Mira, you are both offensive mages, but I am confident that I have no shortage of offensive methods or offensive power, so you coming with me won't be of much help."

"But Erik is different. His hearing is exceptional, almost as good as my Spiritual Power in locating enemies and gathering intelligence. Moreover, his poison is extremely difficult to deal with, making him very suitable to assist me. Therefore, I think taking Erik along would be a better choice."

After saying that, Eleven leaned back on the sofa and sighed deeply. He had really gone to great lengths to keep Erza and Mira from getting into danger.

As for whether Erik would be in any danger, Eleven wasn't actually too worried. That guy was indeed quite capable, and after all, he was a former dark mage, very shrewd. If there was danger, he would definitely run faster than anyone else, unlike reckless fools like Erza and Mira who would stupidly rush in.

After listening to Eleven's words, Erza and Mira fell silent, having to admit that Eleven made a lot of sense.

Afterwards, the group stayed behind and argued for a while, but Eleven resolutely refused to change his mind, so they had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

The more obedient ones, such as Cana, Lisanna, Elfman, and Levy, went straight home. However, Natsume and Erzamira, those two sworn enemies, secretly got together again; they were the extremely disobedient type.

"Damn it, I absolutely have to prove my strength to Eleven!" Natsu clenched his fist in annoyance.

"Love!" Happy, for some reason, started waving his little paws along.

"That's right! We can't let him look down on us anymore!" Gray, unusually, stood on the same side as Natsu.

Erza didn't Natsu's conversation, but instead stroked her chin, a worried look on her face. "Tsk, I'm still a little uneasy."

As someone who experienced the previous incident firsthand, Erza knew all too well how great the danger Eleven might face. Even though Eleven was now an S-class mage, she still couldn't rest easy about him.

Mira, standing to the side, also seemed somewhat worried, biting her lip in silence, lost in thought. However, a moment later, she revealed her signature mischievous smile.

"Hehehe, what do you think about us secretly following Eleven?"

"How can we track him? You know Eleven's abilities; we'll be discovered." Erza shook her head.

"Well, it's not really stalking. Our destination is the Cait Shelter, right? We'll head there too. If we run into Eleven there, he can't possibly chase us away, can he?" Mira said casually, but her mischievous nature was on full display.

Erza, Natsu, Happy, and Gray's eyes lit up when they heard Mira's words. They thought it was a good idea, and the next second, the five heads huddled together, secretly discussing their grand plan.

The guild seemed a bit quieter than usual the next morning.

Surprisingly, Erik just sat there obediently in the guild, without complaining or running away. When Eleven ran over to try and get him to do a quest, Erik didn't say anything and just followed silently.

Last night, Erik had been eavesdropping on Eleven's conversation. To his surprise, Eleven's evaluation of him was quite high, seemingly even higher than that of the armored woman and the violent woman.

This touched Erik somewhat.

Perhaps because she had been used to being tormented by Eleven for so long, she felt a lump in her throat when she heard even the slightest praise, and felt that all the torment she had endured was worth it, at least she had received some recognition.

So, Erik didn't run away today; instead, he decided to help Eleven out.

It wasn't that he wanted to help Eleven; rather, Eleven needed his help and begged him for assistance, which is why he stepped in.

Thinking this way, Erik felt even more satisfied.

It must be said that sometimes, humans can mold themselves into some strange and unusual forms.

Eleven could sense that Erik seemed to be in a good mood today, so he shamelessly went over to him, wanting to chat with him.

However, Erik ignored Eleven. Even though he was feeling quite arrogant today, he maintained his aloof persona and let Eleven keep nagging behind him, keeping a cool poker face and remaining silent.

Erik maintained this air of importance all the way to the train, and then he deflated.

He slumped in his seat, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes closed, breathing heavily, giving the impression that he might die at any moment.

Looking at Erik Eleven felt a sense of Laxus. Both of these guys were the kind of people who would stubbornly deny that they were carsick.

Look at Natsu, he's dizzy openly and honestly, not pretentious at all.

Speaking of which, Erik is Dragon Slayer, with a poison attribute. Would giving him some poison make him feel better?

So, what exactly qualifies as a poison? Does it just mean anything harmful to the human body? Drinking too much water can kill people, so is that considered poison?

Can't you give him some farts? That's considered harmful gas, right? Would he eat it?

Eleven stared at Erik, pondering how to give Erik an extra meal. He shifted his position a few times, looking restless, and really wanted to stick his butt out in front of Erik, release some poison gas, and see if Eric could eat it to regain his strength.

However, after some hesitation, Eleven gave up. After all, they were on a train, which was a bit embarrassing. Besides, if Erik suddenly woke up and did something to his anus, he wouldn't feel good either.

Forget it, let's find a secluded spot later and tie Erik up properly before experimenting! That way, we can try all sorts of weird things on him, and maybe Erik will even eat them.

Thinking back to how happy Natsu was when he fed Natsu with flames, Natsu couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He figured Erik would be happy Eleven!

I'm truly a wonderful mage who thinks of my comrades!