Dragon Cry

Not only was Eleven staring at Jellal, but Jellal was also sizing up Eleven. However, Jellal hid it very well, unlike Eleven who revealed his blatant hostility.

Yajima was somewhat surprised by the hostility Eleven displayed, but after recalling the conversation between Eleven and Siegrain earlier, he understood and stepped forward to mediate.

"Eleven, Siegrain and that Jellal are not the same person. His joining the Magic Council is the best proof of that; the Magic Council wouldn't allow a criminal to infiltrate."

Eleven glanced at Yajima with some doubt, unsure how serious the little old man was. He had initially thought Yajima was a wise old man, so why was he spouting nonsense all the time?

Could it be that he was corrupted by our alcoholic student council president?

Although I really wanted to criticize what Yajima said, Eleven wasn't a complete idiot like Natsu. Yajima had already gone to such lengths, which showed that Jellal's status in the Magic Council was perfectly legitimate and he seemed to have impeccable credentials.

God knows how such a mentally unstable lunatic managed to infiltrate the Magic Council!

As expected, all the Magic Council does all day is fine Fairy Tail; they can't do anything else right!

"Oh, it's Mr. Siegrain. I must have mistaken you for someone else. I'm sorry. I'm Eleven, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Eleven didn't make a scene. He scratched his head, pretended to be embarrassed, and extended a hand to Jellal.

Jellal smiled slightly. He was now the gentlemanly and refined Siegrain, so of course he wouldn't hold it against Eleven. He generously extended his hand and shook hands with Eleven.

"It's alright, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Eleven."

The instant Jellal's hand touched Eleven's, Eleven suddenly grinned wickedly, his Telekinesis instantly covering his palm before he clenched it tightly!

Hehehe Jellal, huh? Serves you right for pretending! I'll crush you!

When!!

However, Eleven's clenched hand was stuck, as if he were squeezing a piece of steel, unable to move it an inch. Clearly, Jellal had also infused his hand with magic, making it hard.

Damn it! Jellal, you bastard, you're really ruthless! You even came up with a trick like injecting magic into your palm—were you trying to crush my hand?

Despicable!

With a forced smile, Eleven increased the pressure on his hand, and Jellal also began to retaliate stealthily. Although their hands were simply clenched together, they made a crackling sound.

"Heh, Mr. Eleven, what do you mean by that?" Jellal's lips twitched, and he looked at Eleven with a hint of helplessness.

"Huh? What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Eleven immediately started playing dumb.

"Ahem, I mean, Mr. Eleven, could you please let go of my hand? A handshake doesn't need to last this long, does it?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Siegrain, you're joking. You were the one holding my hand the whole time; if anyone should let go, it should be you who did so first!"

When cunning and ruthless meet a hidden sadist, they can always create a unique spark. Eleven and Jellal's gazes collided in the air, neither of them backing down in the slightest.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Eleven and Jellal, under increasingly strange gazes from the crowd, reluctantly released each other's hands.

Eleven felt his entire right hand go numb from being gripped so tightly, and couldn't help but shake it off. Jellal was probably feeling the same way, as he was secretly flexing his fingers.

"Oh ho ho, youth is wonderful, Little Ya."

"Yes, Little Ma, we were just as young and impetuous as they were back then."

Makarov had somehow gotten back to the scene and was now chatting with Yajima about life. Clearly, the clash between the two prodigies Eleven and Jellal, had reminded these two old guys of their own youthful days.

Back then, they were such handsome and talented young men in their prime!

Eleven ignored the two shameless old men, glared at Jellal again, and turned to leave. This was the Magic Council, and he couldn't prove that Siegrain was Jellal. There was nothing he could do to Jellal here; he could only watch and get angry.

Makarov, ever the gossip, eagerly followed Eleven: "That Siegrain is quite a formidable young man. Hmm, is he Mystogan from this world? Eleven, did you have any past grudges with him?"

Eleven shook his head and said in a deep voice, "We've never had a conflict, we've met once, but we're not really that close."

That's right, Eleven and Jellal are not familiar with each other at all. They only fought once. If he hadn't seen Erza's Memories, Eleven probably would have completely forgotten about Jellal.

However, for Erza's sake, Eleven still had a good reason to have a serious talk with Jellal. This matter had nothing to do with Erza's own wishes; after seeing those Memories, Eleven could no longer ignore Jellal.

Thinking of this, a wicked smile crept onto Eleven's face.

Hey hey Jellal, I've finally found you!

You think you can hide in the Magic Council? I'm going to settle accounts with you for what you did to Erza!

The sin of making a friend cry is unforgivable!

"Siegrain, do you know Eleven?" Ultear, the black-haired girl who was following Jellal, couldn't help but ask curiously.

Jellal did not reply. Instead, he lowered his head and strode out of the banquet hall into the dimly lit, deserted corridor. Only then did he raise his head again, a grotesque and morbid smile on his face.

"Hahaha, Elizabeth, Elizabeth! I finally..."

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I've found you! So you were hiding in Fairy Tail? Elizabeth, no, it's Eleven!

"Haha! You actually dare to show your face in front of me again!" Jellal laughed arrogantly, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred.

Eleven might not even remember their fight, but Jellal never forgot it; it was his humiliation!

This was the first time he had ever been defeated in such a humiliating way! He, Jellal, had actually vomited a whole mess of filth in front of his enemy!

Damn Elizabeth! Unforgivable!

"Ultear!"

"I am here, Lord Siegrain."

"Isn't that guy from the Kingdom of Fiore always up to something? Why don't you take charge of it? I think Eleven from Fairy Tail is a very powerful mage, so let him handle it."

"Yes, I understand, Lord Siegrain."

Several months later, in the royal palace of the Kingdom of Fiore.

"Has no news come back from the Magic Council yet?"

King Thomas e Fiore of the Kingdom of Fiore paced anxiously between his thrones, his usually kind face now bearing a stern expression.

Just then, a voice came from outside the hall, and a minister rushed in, knelt on one knee, and began to report.

"Your Majesty, the Magic Council has begun its investigation and has recommended a mage they believe is well-suited for this mission."

Who is it?

"Eleven Brain of Fairy Tail".

"Eleven... that S-rank guy? Isn't he still just a kid?"

"Um... he's already 17, Your Majesty."

"No! That's not enough! Go and issue an S-rank designated mission to all the major guilds in Fiore. I need it to be foolproof."

"But Your Majesty, what about the Magic Council..."

"Don't worry about them, I'll take care of it. That Dragon Cry Staff is far too dangerous; we absolutely must retrieve it safely!"

What follows is a major part of the movie's plot, but I'll stop here for today and let me organize the outline.

There should be more chapters tomorrow!

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