Levy Makes Her Move
The news that Gajeel had joined the Magic Council shocked everyone.
The entire backyard was completely silent, save for the rustling of the cool morning breeze through the treetops.
Have street thugs found stable jobs?
Is this Magic Council really without problems?
It was completely impossible to connect the black-haired thug who was always biting metal blocks and constantly challenging people to fights with the Magic Council officer in a crisp white uniform who spoke fluently about rules and laws.
Everyone stared blankly at the giant steel cocoon, pinching themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming.
Lucy pinched her elbow hard, wincing in pain, before realizing that what she was seeing wasn't a hallucination from not being fully awake.
Lily shrugged, "Just as I expected."
He had expected his former companions to have such a horrified expression; after all, he himself had been stunned for a long time when Gajeel joined them.
Riyao yawned and sat down on the wooden chair by the door, not particularly surprised.
He had better information than anyone else about the internal workings of the Magic Council.
After Mest fully regained her memories, she would occasionally send back information, planning to leave the Magic Council after some time.
Following the Tartaros incident, the entire Magic Council was almost completely uprooted.
The group is now led by the Four Heavenly Kings of Ishgar, with Warrod, one of the founders of Fairy Tail, also participating.
Even the founder of their own guild is a core member of the Magic Council, and Lahar has become a Magic Council member. Now there are many Fairy Tail acquaintances in the Magic Council.
Letting a thug into the Magic Council is no problem.
The villainous Fairy Tail has perfectly infiltrated the Magic Council.
Click!
The giant metal cocoon suspended in mid-air in the very center of the courtyard finally reached the peak of its magical resonance.
With a crisp cracking sound, the giant steel cocoon shattered into iron filings, all of which were sucked into the mouths of Gajeel and Metalicana.
The gale subsided.
A small dragon with a dark gray metallic sheen landed gracefully.
Covered in hard, neat iron scales, with two short, blunt horns, it looked fierce, but when shrunk to the size of a palm, it exuded an inexplicable comical cuteness.
Metalicana landed on Gajeel's shoulder, Gajeel patted his belly.
"I'm full."
Gajeel let out a satisfied burp, exhaling a small puff of thin, metallic-gray smoke.
The moment he stood up, a heavy, solid aura, as if forged from refined steel, spread out uncontrollably, causing the pebbles on the ground to tremble slightly from the pressure.
Everyone could sense that Gajeel's magical power had increased, and Lucy was filled with envy.
Looking at his refreshed appearance, Lucy couldn't help but pout enviously.
Lisanna jumped to Riyao's side in three quick steps, grabbed his arm and shook it back and forth, her eyes sparkling with envy.
"Brother-in-law, can I get one too? This looks so cool."
Riyao rolled his eyes in annoyance and pulled his arm out of Lisanna's arms.
"Where am I supposed to find a dragon for you? What, you want me to be your dragon? Aren't you afraid your sister will beat you up?"
At this moment, Gajeel had just devoured a large amount of magical metal, felt an itch in all his joints.
He clenched his two fists, each as big as a clay pot, and a dull cracking sound came from the joints.
He looked at Riyao, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, and a grin revealing a set of sharp, white teeth.
"Hey! You blond bastard, let's fight!"
Riyao didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He casually reached out and grabbed the blonde girl next to him, shoving her in front of him.
"I'm talking to you, you blond bastard."
"Hey?! This is clearly calling you, you bastard!" Lucy roared, pointing at Riyao's nose.
She was so angry that her two ponytails were trembling, and she was on the verge of going crazy.
Just then, Mirajane, having finished washing up and dressed neatly, walked up to Riyao.
She wore a fitted, high-necked beige knitted dress, which made her look gentle and dignified.
As Mirajane passed by Riyao, she subtly extended two slender white fingers and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, her eyes filled with resentment.
It's all that guy's fault for being so rough last night; I had to dig out my turtleneck to cover myself up this morning.
Riyao grinned and casually wrapped his long arm around Mirajane, shamelessly hugging her without any regard for the situation.
Lucy and the others had sharp eyes; even though Mirajane had deliberately worn a high-necked shirt, they could still see the red marks on her neck.
On that fair, jade-like skin, a few faint red marks were faintly visible at the edge of the collar.
Lucy, Cana, and Levy glances, their lips curving upwards in unison, their eyes darting back and forth between Riyao and Mirajane.
Mirajane's cheeks flushed from his gaze. She lightly punched Riyao on the back, broke free from his embrace, and strode into the kitchen.
Gajeel had no interest in the flirting between these people; he was currently burning with excitement and just wanted to find a tough opponent to unleash the surging magical power within him.
"Let's have a fight! There's not a single good fighter in the Custody Enforcement Unit, I'm dying to get this going!"
He roared, his right arm instantly transforming into a massive, dark, and chilling iron sword. He stomped heavily on the grass, transforming into a black whirlwind as he charged forward.
Riyao didn't move an inch. Just as the iron sword was half a foot away from his face, he casually raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and swung it down.
Bang!!
A dull, muffled sound of flesh colliding suddenly rang out.
That simple, unadorned fist landed with perfect precision on Gajeel's head, the immense impact instantly shoving Gajeel's entire face into the courtyard soil.
Grass clippings flew everywhere, and a half-meter-deep, human-shaped crater was smashed into the ground.
Everyone thought it looked exactly like Laxus fighting Natsu.
Seeing this, Lucy and Cana instinctively shrank back in unison.
Gajeel's head sank into the ground, and he kicked his legs.
The two black leather boots twitched twice in mid-air, then slumped limply on the grass, completely still.
Levy walked forward with light steps, squatted down, and extended a slender, white finger Levy poke Gajeel's head.
"He really is an idiot."
The little girl sighed and shook her head, but a hint of undisguised amusement lingered in her eyes.
Agreed.
Metalicana floated in the air, shook her head, and gently landed on Levy's head.
Two metal dragon claws gripped Levy's short blue hair and lay down comfortably, showing no sympathy whatsoever for their foolish son's fate.
Just then, Mirajane, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen and softly urged him on.
"Don't just stand there, go wash up."
Once Lucy and the others saw that there was no more excitement to watch, they all went back to wash up.
The once noisy courtyard gradually quieted down as everyone returned to their rooms to tidy up.
Before long, wisps of white smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, and the rich aroma of fried bacon and toast mixed with the sweetness of fresh milk filled the hall of the entire manor.
The long dining table was surrounded by people, with golden, fluffy bread, steaming soup, and sizzling fried eggs piled high on it.
Everyone chatted and ate their delicious breakfast.
However, halfway through the meal, Levy, who was sitting next to Gajeel, suddenly put down her spoon and quietly announced a decision, somewhat embarrassed.
Everyone was enjoying their delicious food when they heard Levy's words and stopped chewing, all turning to look at Levy.
"What? Levy-chan, you're going to the Magic Council too?"
Lucy hadn't even swallowed a bite of bread when she was so shocked that she jumped up from her chair, grabbed Levy's shoulders with both hands, and shook her frantically.
Lucy grabbed Levy's shoulders and shook her, Levy feel dizzy.
"Wait... Lucy... I'm dizzy..." Levy mosquito coils, and her hands flailed wildly in the air.
Sitting at the head of the table, Riyao held a cup of red tea, squinted his eyes, and stared at Gajeel with a Riyao gaze.
"Great, you're taking both food and loot."
Riyao squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, the bone china teacup in his hand creaking under his grip.
Gajeel, who was engrossed in eating with the large iron spoon, suddenly looked up, his mouth full of chewed iron shavings, blinking blankly.
"Huh?! What are you saying?"
Riyao rolled his eyes.
Looking at the rugged face opposite him, a face that seemed to scream "What happened?", Riyao felt a pang of stomach pain.
This thing is like a piece of wood, oh no, a lump of iron.
She's not as good as Natsu; at least Natsu surprises Lucy.
During the cherry blossom festival, when Lucy had a fever and couldn't attend, Natsu transported an entire cherry blossom tree by boat to Lucy's window so she could see it.
Riyao put down his teacup, and with a swift movement, he appeared behind Gajeel like a ghost, his long arm suddenly wrapping around Gajeel's throat.
"You little brat, if you dare bully Levy, you're dead."
Riyao grabbed Gajeel by the neck and whispered a threat in his ear.
Gajeel's eyes rolled back as he was being strangled, his face turning a deep purplish-red, his thick arms flailing in the air as he patted Riyao's arm.
I'm going to die...
Seeing that Gajeel was about to die, Riyao snorted coldly, Riyao Gajeel, and patted him on the shoulder.
Gajeel lay on the table, panting heavily, and coughed for a while, clutching his neck.
Unfortunately, Gajeel was still somewhat confused and didn't understand what "Riyao" meant.
He raised his hand to touch the back of his head, turned to look at Levy, whose face was as red as a ripe apple, and then at the murderous Riyao. His mind was a complete mess.
Panther Lily, perched on the armrest of the chair, and Mini Metalicana, perched on Levy's head, simultaneously raised their paws to cover their foreheads.
It's hopeless.
They're not even as good as the Fire Dragon's offspring.