A Gentleman Takes Revenge, Starting...

In the spacious and magnificent corridor of the Kingdom of Fiore headquarters of the Magic Council, three elderly people, one tall and two short, walked side by side.

"Chairman Crawford, I have no objection to the Magic Council's efforts to capture the Oración Seis, but isn't it going too far to make things difficult for my children like this!" Makarov said in a deep voice as he walked, his face terribly grim.

Crawford Him, the current Supreme Councilor of the Magic Council, is a large, fat old man with a long beard. He seems like a kind person, but at this moment he is also looking at Makarov with a worried expression.

"Lord Makarov, as I mentioned before, I've been engrossed in my magic research lately and haven't paid much attention to other matters. I'm not entirely aware of the situation regarding the capture of your Fairy Tail mages! But rest assured, I will handle this matter fairly and impartially, and I will absolutely not wrong an innocent mage!"

Crawford's words were well-chosen and very respectful to Makarov, leaving Makarov speechless. He couldn't very well threaten the councilor to release the hostage; what difference would that make from the Dark Guild?

Mr. Yajima, who was just passing by, patted Makarov on the shoulder and comforted him, "Little Ma, with me here, I will definitely not let those kids be wrongly accused. Don't worry!"

"Sigh, that's why I'm so worried, because I haven't been wrongly accused," Makarov sighed softly.

"Huh? What did you say, Little Ma?" Yajima asked, tilting his head to listen.

"Haha, no, I didn't say anything! Anyway, I'm leaving the children's affairs to you, Little Ya." Makarov chuckled somewhat guiltily.

Yajima gave Makarov a strange look, but said nothing more, and soon walked into a magnificent doorway with Crawford.

Makarov stood outside the door, sighing repeatedly. He desperately wanted to rescue Eleven, but he had no good ideas. He was so worried that he was almost losing all his hair.

Normally, if the Magic Council dared to unjustly judge Fairy Tail mage, he would have already caused a huge scene. But this time...

Sigh, it's mainly because I feel guilty!

As he pondered, Makarov's gaze unconsciously drifted to the thick load-bearing pillars in the hall, and he fell into deep thought...

If all else fails, then simply...

Yes! Even if Fairy Tail disappears from my hands, I will not allow anyone to threaten the children's lives!

At that moment, a glint of resolute determination mixed with excitement flashed in Makarov's eyes.

On the other hand, Yajima and Crawford entered a room that Makarov was very familiar with: the Supreme Court Chamber of the Magic Council.

The courtroom was large enough to seat all ten judges and nearly a hundred jurors. Their seats were high up, arranged in a semi-circle, looking down at the defendant in the center of the room, creating a great sense of psychological pressure.

In the past, Makarov was a regular here, often standing in this spot whenever he had free time. Now, Eleven has finally lived up to the old man's expectations, successfully standing in the same position as a suspect.

The pressure of being in this position was much greater Eleven had imagined. He had thought it would be easy because the old man seemed so calm and collected, but when it was actually his turn, Eleven felt quite nervous.

Sure enough, he was still far from being as good as the old man! But practice makes perfect, Eleven was confident that he could do better next time!

With the arrival of Senator Yajima and Speaker Crawford, the trial officially began, and a frog-headed judge began croaking about the crimes Elizabeth had committed.

However, after listening for a while, Eleven realized that they were only talking about Elizabeth's offenses, and it didn't seem to have much to do with him.

What a joke! What Elizabeth did has nothing to do with me Eleven!

At this moment, Eleven breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seemed that the Magic Council had not found any conclusive evidence to prove that Eleven was Elizabeth.

In fact, very few people know Eleven identity. Apart from his Fairy Tail crewmates, only a few members of the Oración Seis Jellal know.

The Oración Seis's words cannot be considered testimony under the Magic Council Lords' laws. After all, Eleven was the culprit behind their downfall, and there is a possibility of retaliation. Moreover, they are the most heinous dark guild, so their words are simply not credible.

Even Jellal couldn't produce any conclusive evidence to prove Eleven's identity. He was currently disguised as Siegrain of the Magic Council and, in theory, had never had any contact with Elizabeth, unless Jellal revealed his own identity to testify against Eleven.

After figuring out the intricacies of the situation, Eleven suddenly realized that he might have been tricked by that bastard Jellal!

That bastard dragged me in here just to disgust me!

What's even more infuriating is that Eleven suddenly discovered that Jellal hadn't even attended the trial, not even his Thought Projection was there!

(╬￣皿￣) Damn!

Listening to the frog judge's shrill mutterings from the high platform, Eleven felt the veins on his forehead bulge.

Eleven and Jellal were at odds because of Erza, but he couldn't understand why Jellal would be hostile towards him.

All he had done was shatter Jellal's pride as a genius, make him lose face in front of his subordinates, accidentally beat him to near death, and make him experience eating feces, flies, maggots, and stinking mud all at once...

That's all!

How petty is that bastard Jellal? He resorts to such pointless tricks!

Tch! Jellal is truly a shameless scoundrel!

I, Eleven, never hold grudges like that!

"Um, just wondering, did you guys know that Siegrain is actually Jellal?" Eleven asked suddenly, ignoring the Frog Judge's rambling.

Taking advantage of Jellal's absence, Eleven decided to seize the opportunity to speak ill of him behind his back.

Eleven's words suddenly silenced the atmosphere. The important figures on the platform looked at Eleven with strange expressions, not understanding what this kid had suddenly said out of the blue.

After a long pause, the frog judge finally reacted and shouted angrily, "Suspect Eleven Brain, watch your words! Every word you utter in court will be recorded. Do you intend to add another charge of falsely accusing Siegrain being a councilor-elect?"

Eleven smiled broadly, unconcerned, and continued, "Doubt? You know what doubt is, just like you doubt me now. I also doubt that Siegrain is Jellal himself!"

"I think we should arrest him and interrogate him too! I can help. You all know my magic; it's perfect for interrogation work. That guy can't keep any secrets from me. I can even share some with you. What do you say? Want to give it a try?"

"How dare you! Such madness! How dare you slander our Magic Council's genius without cause! Your crime is compounded! Your crime is compounded!"

The frog judge on the high platform was so angry at the grinning Eleven almost fell off. Siegrain was the most outstanding representative of the younger generation of their Magic Council, and also his idol. How could he allow Eleven to slander him like this!

If the Magic Council weren't a society governed by the rule of law, Judge Frog would have wanted to have Eleven tortured.

Eleven pursed his lips, having roughly guessed the judge's reaction would be like this. There was nothing to be disappointed about; it would be strange if they actually agreed to arrest Jellal for questioning.

Eleven simply thought there were many important figures present, and deliberately planted a spy for Jellal. Who knows, maybe one of the big shots would take it to heart and secretly investigate Jellal.

Hmph! Jellal! You've messed with me, kid! This isn't over yet, I'm telling you!

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