Meeting Again at the Magic Council

Makarov certainly didn't necessarily want to drag Eleven along to get scolded; his main goal was to broaden Eleven's horizons.

The new generation of Fairy Tail is gradually growing up, and Makarov is consciously starting to train them. In the future, Makarov can confidently let these children take his place in the Magic Council and get scolded... oh no, I mean, handle some less important matters in the Magic Council.

This was Eleven's first time at the Magic Council, and his understanding of Magic Council was completely limited to "a place where you get yelled at and ripped off."

Looking up at the tall, magnificent building before him, Eleven felt a pang of resentment. How much money must our guild have confiscated to build a house like this? Our guild isn't even that big!

Hmph! The Magic Council is no good after all!

Greeting Eleven and Makarov at the main gate of the Magic Council was a small, elderly man about the same height as Makarov. He seemed to have a good relationship with Makarov and greeted them with a smile.

"Hey, Little Ma, what brings you here again? Your guild hasn't been causing any major trouble lately, has it?"

"Sigh, don't ask anymore, Little Ya. I had no choice in the matter."

"Puff"

Eleven was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh as he listened to the two old men chatting. The two men, who were nearly a hundred years old, were calling each other "Little Ma" and "Little Ya." Haha, it was kind of cute!

Eleven's laughter also caught the attention of Little Ma and Little Ya. Makarov rolled his eyes at Eleven and began to introduce him.

"This is Representative Eleven from the Magic Council of Yajima. Come and say hello."

"Hello, Mr. Yajima, I am Eleven Brain from Fairy Tail. It's a pleasure to meet you." At this moment, Eleven was very well-behaved and politely bowed to Yajima.

"Hehe, you must be Eleven! Little Ma often talks about you to me. You're such a good kid!" Yajima looked at Eleven with a smile, his eyes somewhat similar to Makarov's, as if he were looking at his own grandson, showing him immense affection.

Makarov was very pleased to hear his son being praised, feeling that Eleven had made him proud. He became quite arrogant, even skipping and hopping as he walked into the Magic Council.

Makarov was a frequent visitor to places like the Magic Council, and he felt no tension or oppression whatsoever; it was as comfortable as being at home.

Frog Judge of the Magic Council: "Where is the defendant, Oba Barbasoma?"

Makarov: "Yes, yes, I'm here!" The little old man stood behind the wooden table in the defendant's dock, jumping up and down as he raised his hand.

Frog Judge of the Magic Council:

"Chairman Makarov? Why are you here? We didn't send you a message this time, did we?"

╰╭: "Oh, don't worry about it, just think of me as Oba Barbasoma!"

`Д´: "How can this be? You're the guild master of Fairy Tail, not the guild master of Lamia Scale! How can they be the same?"

"Eh? You guys are making things so complicated! I'll give everything to President Oba Barbasoma later, you can just go through the usual procedures!"

Makarov was standing in the dock, yet he calmly instructed the judge, seemingly more skilled than the judge himself.

The frog judge on the platform was probably a newcomer, completely bewildered by Makarov's words. In the end, he actually started to follow the procedures verbatim, clearly having given up and no longer caring who was standing below, mechanically launching into criticism.

Two hours later, Makarov walked out of the courtroom in high spirits. This level of criticism had nothing to do with him. On the contrary, the frog judge on the platform behind him looked somewhat dejected, like a frog that had lost its dreams.

Eleven followed Makarov with a face full of admiration. The old man was truly amazing! Even though he was the one being scolded, his presence was in no way inferior to the Magic Council. Truly worthy of being called the old man!

Makarov readily accepted Eleven's admiring gaze; it was all the result of his repeated experiences of being scolded, nothing to be proud of!

After being scolded, Makarov did not immediately take Eleven back to the guild. Instead, at Mr. Yajima's invitation, he attended a small banquet hosted by the Magic Council that day.

Why not take advantage of the Magic Council's benefits... Oh wait, Makarov brought Eleven here to broaden his horizons, and it's certainly necessary to get to know people at a banquet like this!

This banquet was actually an internal staff gathering of the Magic Council, and Makarov was probably the only guild leader present. However, the old man didn't care; he was quite popular in the Magic Council as well, and soon he gathered a group of old friends to drink with. As for Eleven, who had come in with him, he had long forgotten about him.

Fortunately, Mr. Yajima wasn't so unreliable. He took over Makarov's job, taking Eleven for a stroll around the banquet hall and introducing him to the important figures in the Magic Council he should know.

"Mr. Yajima, it's been a long time. How have you been lately?"

Just as Yajima and Eleven were chatting, a refined greeting suddenly came from behind them. The two turned around and saw a blue-haired young man and a black-haired girl walking towards them from a distance.

"Jellal!" Upon seeing the blue-haired youth, Eleven's pupils contracted, and he instinctively called out a name.

When the blue-haired youth saw Eleven turn around, his smiling face stiffened slightly for a moment, but he quickly recovered and spoke calmly.

"I'm sorry, I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Jellal, I'm his twin brother, my name is Siegrain. Have you seen my brother Jellal? If you know where he is, please let me know, I'm looking for him too, as his older brother..."

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Brother, I don't want him to continue doing those wicked things.

Eleven:???

Has Jellal's brain completely broken?

At this moment, Yajima also came up and greeted them, then turned to Eleven and introduced them, "Eleven, these two are the most outstanding young talents in the Magic Council recently, Siegrain- kun and Ultear- chan."

Eleven paid no attention to Yajima's character introduction, nor did he show any interest in the beautiful black-haired girl next to him; his attention was entirely focused on Jellal.

His Spiritual Power had already been released, secretly probing into Jellal's sea of consciousness, and what hit him was a familiar, chaotic, and evil wave of thought.

Ha, Siegrain? You're kidding me!

Besides you, Jellal, who else in this world has such a chaotic mind?