There's Always Someone Plotting Against Me

Falling from the sky.

Wiping the bloodstains from his face, Eleven stomped on Animus's large face with the Night in his hand, then slapped Animus's eyelids shut, forcibly opening his eyes again.

"Ha! Who gave you permission to close your eyes and sleep!" Eleven brought his face close to Animus's large eyes, spitting as he spoke arrogantly, clearly still under the influence of the drug.

Animus had to stare wide-eyed at the deranged Eleven. Now, on the verge of death, Eleven was surprisingly calm and even felt unusually relaxed. After 400 years, he could finally be free.

"You've already won, is there anything else?"

Animus stared at Eleven with neither arrogance nor servility. Although the power of the human before him filled him with fear, the pride of a dragon would not allow him to back down. Since he was about to die anyway, he naturally had to maintain the dignity of the dragon race until the very last moment.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, I just didn't want you to fall asleep! Haha, come on, get up and keep the party going!"

Eleven grinned hysterically and slapped Animus's big eyeball, making Animus roll his eyes wildly.

Are you out of your mind?! I'm about to die, and you're still going on and on?! Can't a person just enjoy showing off?!

Animus looked at Eleven, who was still laughing incessantly, and decided not to pay him any more attention. He slowly closed his eyes, but the next second, his eyelids were ripped open again by this bastard!

"Oh, right, dragon, don't sleep! I have a question for you!" Eleven was laughing when he suddenly remembered something, and nervously pressed down on Animus's eyelids again, leaning forward to ask.

"Since you are a dragon, do you know about a fire dragon named Igneel and a celestial Sky Dragon named Grandine? Do you know where they are?"

"Igneel... the king of fire dragons who burns everything, Igneel... Eh, I never thought I'd hear someone call out that name again."

Upon hearing the name Igneel, Animus perked up again, and began to ramble on with a nostalgic expression, seemingly knowing quite a bit about Igneel.

Eleven, growing impatient, slapped Animus's large eyeball and said irritably, "Yes, yes, Igneel, do you know where he is?"

Animus's eyes stung, and he desperately tried to blink, but Eleven pressed hard on his eyelids, forcing him to roll his eyes back.

"I don't know. The Fire Dragon King disappeared more than four hundred years ago; he probably went into hiding."

Do you know Grandine?

"I don't know it, I've never heard of it."

Animus received another hard slap to the eyeball, and he was on the verge of tears, wondering what he had done to deserve this.

"Your Animus..."

Just as Eleven was about to slap his eyes a few more times to vent his anger, a soft, weak voice suddenly called out from behind him. A blonde girl stumbled over the rubble and came running towards him.

Animus, who had been glaring at Eleven, fell silent when he saw the girl, a complex emotion flashing in his large eyes.

"Sonya..."

The girl stood gracefully before Animus, her expression a complex mix of hatred, anger, sadness, reluctance, and relief, but ultimately it all coalesced into a warm smile.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your long-term care, thank you for raising me to adulthood..."

Having lived together for 400 years, they had experienced far too much together. Even knowing that they were merely using each other, even knowing that humans and dragons were natural enemies, an unbreakable bond had formed between them.

Eleven, no longer acting erratically, gave Sonya a deep look, released Animus's eyelids, jumped off the dragon's head, and left the dragon and Sonia with their last moments.

Animus took one last look at Sonya's smile, then closed his eyes in relief, saying gently, "Sonya, this is the first time I've ever seen you smile."

A single, crystal-clear tear moistened Animus's dry eyeball and slid down his cheek. His body then began to transform into specks of starlight and gradually dissipate.

Sonya, her eyes also filled with tears, watched Animus gradually disappear and softly replied, "This is the first time I've ever seen a dragon's tears..."

Although Eleven killed the Eleven, he wasn't saddened at all in his super-high state. He simply left the man and dragon, who were now tearfully saying goodbye, and happily ran off to find Jura with his night.

Jura was still in shock, staring at Eleven in disbelief, her mouth agape for a long time, but she couldn't utter a single word.

I thought it would be a tough battle where I was the main force, but I ended up being a spectator instead.

Who exactly is Eleven? What kind of magic does he use? How did he manage to take control of the stone golem? How did he so easily break through the dragon's defenses?

Jura was filled with questions, but didn't know how to ask, as it was, after all, someone's privacy.

"Um... that's amazing!" Despite having a thousand words in her heart, the uncultured Jura could only silently give Eleven a thumbs up in the end.

Upon receiving Jura's praise, Eleven became smug, threw the night on the ground, and laughed triumphantly with his hands on his hips.

"Hahaha! Really? Really! Actually, I think I'm pretty amazing too! Hahaha... um..."

However, the laughter abruptly stopped halfway through, and then Eleven, hands on his hips, eyes rolled back, collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Eleven, finally the high is over...

Jura rushed forward to check on Eleven's condition. Fortunately, it seemed to be just a fainting spell caused by excessive exertion, and his condition wasn't too serious. Night, standing nearby, also seemed unharmed; after swimming around inside the dragon's belly, he actually looked quite well.

That night, which felt like the world was collapsing, passed by without any real danger.

After the sky brightened, the other two members of the team also staggered out of the woods.

Aria clutched her head, looking completely bewildered, desperately trying to recall what had happened to her the previous night.

Bacchus, meanwhile, was pulling up his pants, looking like a wise man. Heaven knows what he was doing while Eleven and the others were desperately slaying the dragon.

After they reunited, they all agreed to rush back to the Kingdom of Fiore. Although Bacchus and Aria didn't know what had happened the night before, when they saw the tragic Altair City, they knew they were in deep trouble!

The Kingdom of Stella is a very small island nation, and Altaïr is basically the only large-scale city on the island.

Therefore, it can be said that in last night's battle, they directly annihilated a country...

Yes, that's great!

Eleven's record for destruction has reached a new high!

Oh, right, he also broke the quest item. Excellent!

When King Fiore learned of this news, he was speechless for a long time. On the one hand, he felt somewhat proud that his country had defeated another country with only five people.

On the other hand, he is also struggling with how to resolve international diplomatic issues, after all, he himself had boldly declared that there was no need to worry about so much.

The only saving grace was that the five of them managed to complete their mission, eliminating the threat of Dragon Cry. As for the destruction of Dragon Cry, the old king wasn't particularly concerned; he also believed that such a dangerous thing shouldn't exist in the world.

Meanwhile, the Magic Council.

"Siegrain, this is the mission report for the Dragon Cry incident." A beautiful, black-haired girl handed a stack of documents to the blue-haired boy sitting in the seat, exuding a charming aura.

Thank you, Ultear.

Siegrain began to read it with anticipation. However, when he saw that Eleven Jura the other two had worked together to slay the dragon, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Taking a deep breath, Siegrain closed the report and set it aside, as if it were just a routine task.

"Siegrain, it seems we underestimated this Eleven." Ultear covered her mouth and chuckled when she saw Siegrain's dejected expression.

"Yes, it was my mistake this time too. I was too hasty." Siegrain shook his head and said nothing more.

"So, should we continue to find some interesting tasks for this Eleven?"

"No need, let's leave him alone. Ultear, don't forget our original purpose." Siegrain he began to instruct.

Ultear secretly pursed her lips. She had only started paying attention to Eleven to keep this guy company, but she never expected to be lectured instead. It was infuriating.

Siegrain, oblivious to Ultear's thoughts, resumed his boastful act, walking to the window with his hands behind his back, leaving Ultear with only the back of his head. After a long while, he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Besides, an old friend I haven't heard from in ages just contacted me. Heh, this time we don't even need to get involved; that guy's in big trouble. Hmm... maybe the entire Fairy Tail might just disappear because of him."

At this point, Siegrain let out a strange laugh and turned to look at Ultear.

"Ultear, we've been in the Magic Council long enough. It's time to achieve some great feats and prepare for promotion to council member."

"Heh, do you think the Oración Seis are qualified?"

Ultear was slightly taken aback by Siegrain's words, but quickly smiled again.

"I will follow Lord Siegrain's arrangements."

Thank you so much, Wanqimoyan, for the 5000 reward! (Your name is truly full of hidden meaning! It took me ages to figure out how to pronounce the first two characters.)

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(óò) I'm afraid you'll ask me to update more...

Actually, I just typed over 500 words of heartfelt words, but I deleted them all.

I'm not ending it, why get sentimental?