Questions and answers

Who are these people?

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Just as Mest was about to smash the wall in anger, Eleven calmed down and continued explaining, shaking his head. "Don't be so quick to get angry. Think about the legend of werewolves. Werewolves lose their minds after transforming, and you might not even know you've transformed!"

"Think carefully about whether you've ever woken up in an unfamiliar place in the morning? Have you ever woken up to find your clothes torn? Hey, hey, think about it!"

Eleven stretched out his big face, leaned close to Mest, and kept babbling on and on, like chanting a mantra.

"Never! Don't even think about it! I'm not a werewolf."

Mest was also furious. Even with her good temper, she would get angry from such unreasonable suspicion, and her tone became a little impatient.

Seeing that Mest was still stubbornly refusing to admit it, Eleven scratched his head in frustration. Why was this person so stubborn?

"I'm really not a werewolf." Seeing that Eleven was determined to keep pestering her, Mest finally gave in, helplessly shrugging her hands as she tried to explain.

"Werewolves are supposed to be unable to use any special magic in legends, right? But I'm a mage who can use magic, does that prove I'm not a werewolf?"

Mest's words had a distinctly coaxing tone, but they had a remarkable effect on Eleven...

"Hmm? Werewolves don't use magic? Then what kind of magic do you know?" Immediately drawn to his attention, Eleven tilted his head and looked at Mest curiously.

"My magic is 'Teleportation,' a magic that allows you to teleport instantly! You've probably never heard of a werewolf who can teleport, have you?"

After saying that, Mest couldn't help but praise herself for her cleverness. She never expected to have such a talent for coaxing children. I'm so great!

But Eleven, upon hearing his words, frowned and asked, "Then what is your other magic?"

"W-what other magic? I only know this one..."

Mest's heart skipped a beat when Eleven. The little bit of smugness she had just felt vanished instantly, and she felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look Eleven in the eye.

"You're lying!" Eleven stared intently at Mest, his eyes gleaming. "You possess incredibly powerful Spiritual Power; there's no way you wouldn't know mental magic! Why are you lying to me?"

Mest's Spiritual Power was indeed very powerful, to the point that it was almost overflowing. Although it was far inferior to Eleven's, it was still much stronger than Warren Laco, whom he had encountered before.

Eleven had initially assumed that werewolves possessed strong Spiritual Power, so he hadn't mentioned it. However, after Mest's reminder, he suddenly realized that this was a fluctuation of mental magic.

He had just tried to invade Mest's consciousness with Telepathy, but was actually blocked. A layer of mental magic protected his thoughts and Memories.

Although Eleven was confident he could forcefully break through this Spiritual Power, even if Mest might be a werewolf, she was still a guild member, and he didn't want to ruin things like this.

"Answer me, why are you hiding your mental magic? What is this magic?"

Eleven looked at Mest with a serious expression, his previous carefree demeanor completely gone. Although he was a goofball, he wasn't stupid.

A Spiritual Power mage who hides their abilities is definitely up to no good.

Eleven knew better than anyone how bizarre mental magic was. Sometimes it was even more terrifying than hiding a werewolf, because mental magic was virtually impossible to defend against. Even someone of the Guild Master's level could fall victim to it if they weren't careful.

Mest didn't answer Eleven's question, and lowered his head, looking at his toes. But his clenched fists revealed that he was not at peace.

This magic is his greatest secret; now, apart from the guild master who brought him back, no one in the world knows it anymore. It's magic that must never be revealed...

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. But I absolutely mean no harm, please believe me." Mest turned her head away, frowning as she refused Eleven.

Eleven could sense the pain and sorrow emanating from Mest; she must have her own story. But this was not the time to be soft-hearted. Eleven had to find out whether Mest's magic posed any threat to the guild.

Just like the guild leader said, everyone has a few unresolved past experiences, but these past experiences cannot be a reason to hurt guild members.

Eleven didn't want the guild to suffer even the slightest harm; she wanted to nip it in the bud, even in the bud.

"Mest, I still consider you a guildmate, and I hope you can make that clear to me."

"Feel sorry..."

This time, Mest refused Eleven without hesitation, determined to keep the secret. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him.

Suddenly looking up, I saw Eleven floating up, his eyes glowing with a pale blue light, and an invisible force swirling around him, creating a whirlwind.

"I'll say it again, answer my question!" Eleven shouted.

Seeing Eleven's expression, Mest subconsciously swallowed.

He finally understood why Eleven was called the Great Demon King. This mental pressure made him tremble instinctively, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

However, Mest remained silent; he would rather be beaten to death by Eleven than let anyone know about this magic again.

"You chose the wrong one!" Eleven's eyes turned completely cold this time.

Pang Bo's Telekinesis pressed down on Mest from all directions, and under normal circumstances, he would have no way to avoid it.

However, Mest was, after all, a genius recognized by Makarov. Her body reacted faster than her mind, and she activated teleportation, disappearing from her spot in the blink of an eye.

His magic "Teleportation" is a magic that directly swaps spaces with the destination, and he will not be trapped by anything.

The next instant, Mest's body appeared above the back of Eleven's head, and instinctively she swung her leg out, kicking towards Eleven's head.

Only now did Mest realize that she was attacking Eleven. But it was too late to retract her leg; she could only try to restrain herself.

But Mest was clearly overthinking it. Eleven in front of him didn't even turn his head, he just slightly turned his body. Mest felt a huge force coming from his leg that hadn't even kicked out yet, which flung his entire body into the air and then crashed to the ground.

Boom!

Mest lay in a bowl-shaped crater, surrounded by dust, feeling as if her body was about to fall apart. She coughed violently, and as she looked at Eleven in the sky, a hint of fear crept into her eyes.

His teleportation was indeed very fast, but it was only fast during the movement itself. There was a brief pause between when he reached his destination and launched his attack, and that brief moment was enough for Eleven's perception to catch him.

Eleven felt that his teleportation was not even as fast as Laxus's electrokinetic movement; at least Laxus's attacks were continuous and without flaws.

"Alright, Mest, now you can tell me."

Eleven looked down at Mest, his Spiritual Power exerting unrestrained pressure.