Huh? Where Did This Suck-Up Come From?

Please don't try to get too close to us!

Erza:(╬￣Van￣)

Trying to get on my good side?

Who are you? Do you want to get close to me?

Who's trying to get close to you?

(╬￣俣)

With a clang, Erza also placed her hand on the hilt of her sword at her waist, looking as if she was about to draw it at any moment.

For a moment, the atmosphere between Mira and Evergreen, Erza and Freed became tense, as if they were about to start a fight at the slightest disagreement.

The other members of the guild also sensed this atmosphere and stood behind Mira Erza, looking at Philid and the others with some annoyance.

Bickslow had been standing silently at the back, immediately perked up at the sight of the commotion. He wouldn't be sleepy if it were a fight, and he shouted exaggeratedly, "Hey ha! Fighting? Ebabies, let's show them what you're made of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several strange wooden puppets flew out from behind him, flashing with green light, and aimed at the people in the Fairy Tail guild.

The guild members immediately conjured various magical lights in their hands, creating the feeling that a world-destroying battle was about to erupt.

"Alright, that's enough! You little rascal, that's enough!" At this moment, a deep, aged voice came from the second floor of the guild, causing everyone to subconsciously stop what they were doing.

On the second floor of the guild, Makarov's burst of imposing aura vanished in an instant, and he reverted to being an inconspicuous old man. Looking at the group of guys below who were always ready to gang up and tear down houses, he felt a wave of exhaustion.

Eleven, meanwhile, leaned against the railing with a smirk, watching the spectacle. This kind of chaotic brawl, which happened almost every day, was something he never tired of watching.

Elaine glanced curiously at the three Thunder God Tribe, surprised that Laxus, with his bad temper, could actually make friends. Then, Eleven's gaze fell on Laxus, noticing that Laxus was looking at him as well.

Immediately, Eleven's expression turned smug.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the second-floor railing, his chin resting on one hand, as he smugly looked down at Laxus. He didn't say a word, but his meaning couldn't be clearer.

You little punk! Second floor, you can't get up there, can you? I'll just stand here on the second floor looking down at you, and make you furious! Come on up and fight me if you dare!

(▼ plate▼#)

Several veins bulged visibly on Laxus's forehead. He hadn't expected that Eleven's ability to annoy people had improved so much since he was promoted to S-rank. Before he could even say a word, he had already made Laxus so angry that he almost went berserk.

Laxus was truly helpless against Eleven, who was on the second floor. He wasn't an S-rank and couldn't go up, so he could only watch helplessly from below!

Ugh! I'm so angry! The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

(▼ plate▼#)

As Laxus grew increasingly enraged, like a pufferfish, a series of electric currents suddenly crackled and sparked from his body. Then, whether it was due to the stimulation from the electric shock or something else, he actually calmed down slightly.

With a cold snort, Laxus turned and stormed off, refusing to put up with this nonsense any longer. Before leaving, she gave Eleven a fierce glare.

Just you wait, you bastard Eleven! Once I become an S-class, I'll beat you to a pulp every time I see you on this second floor!

Just as Freed was about to leave with Laxus stopped him and ordered them to complete the procedures for joining the guild.

Although Freed believed they came here to follow Laxus, they were actually recruited by Laxus for the guild. However, the secretly smug Laxus found it enjoyable to have people constantly praising him, which is why he decided to keep them by his side.

Freed was unaware of this; he believed that Laxus valued his abilities.

"Excuse me, are you Lord Eleven?" Upon returning to the guild, Freed did not stamp the guild seal. Instead, he looked up and spoke to Eleven on the second floor, his eyes sparkling like stars.

Eleven looked down at Freed with some surprise, not expecting that this Laxus follower would know him. He tilted his head and said, "Yes, I'm Eleven. Have we met before?"

"No, not at all." Freed seemed a little excited to hear Eleven's admission, his eyes sparkling as if he were looking at an Eleven superstar. "I've never met you before, but Laxus has mentioned you frequently during his travels."

"Oh? Does Laxus often mention me?" Eleven suddenly became interested, leaped over the railing, and slowly floated down from the second floor.

As Freed watched Eleven fly down, his admiration for him deepened. Although he could also fly, it was through the power of magic; he could never do what Eleven did, so effortlessly defying gravity.

As expected of a man who rivals Laxus, he's truly remarkable!

"Tell me, what did Laxus say about me?" Eleven patted Freed on the shoulder after landing, looking at him with a smile.

"Laxus said you possess combat strength comparable to his, and are one of the few mages in this guild whom he acknowledges."

"Neck and neck?" Eleven raised an eyebrow.

Pah! Shameless! Sure enough, this bastard talks bad about me behind my back!

Who's evenly matched with him in terms of combat strength! I practically beat him to a pulp during my S-rank assessment! I pounded him 18 times a day, how could we possibly be evenly matched!

Laxus has such a thick skin!

Eleven, recalling the filtered Memories he'd somehow acquired, gritted his teeth in anger. He squeezed Freed's shoulder hard. "That... you are..."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Freed, and I'm the captain of the Laxus Royal Guard, the Thunder God Tribe."

"Oh, Freed." Eleven put his hands on Freed's shoulders, a smile on his face, ignoring the vague names like "Royal Guard" and "Thunder God Tribe," and continued speaking.

Do you know why I was on the second floor just now?

"Have no idea."

"Because I'm an S-rank mage in the guild, and Laxus isn't! Understand?" A glint of light flashed in Eleven's eyes.

Freed stared at Eleven in silence for two seconds, then his eyes suddenly flashed, and he said, "Oh! This is truly the first time I've heard of this. I didn't expect you to have achieved something even Laxus couldn't. You must have put in unimaginable effort. You truly deserve to be a mage recognized by Laxus!"

After saying that, Freed seemed to be caught up in some strange self-pity, with tears welling up in his eyes, as if he were imagining something.

Eleven released Freed, who was suddenly feeling self-satisfied, and took two steps back with a hint of disdain.

Where did Laxus find such a simp? He's so good at flattering! And he can even hypnotize himself and fill in the blanks in his mind.

Fully automatic?

But...

I'm a little envious...

It feels kind of good to be licked like that!

And then there's that Thunder God Tribe's personal guard or something, that sounds pretty cool...

Should I organize some kind of personal guard?

Wouldn't it be great if I had a few people praising me every day?

Thinking of this, Eleven subconsciously turned his gaze to Natsu and Evergreen, Bickslow were still playing a staring game with Natsu and Erza, and couldn't help but shiver.

Um... forget it. Having those guys following me around every day is just asking for trouble.