Harem

Inside the Fairy Tail guild hall, the magic sand table flickered intensely.

On the holographic projection, the eastern defense line was squeezed tightly by a chaotic, multicolored patch of magical light, distorting the light and shadow of the entire coastline beyond recognition.

"Riyao, what's going on your end? The magic reaction is so intense?"

Aside from the chaotic static of the crystal, the only other sounds were the howling, muffled shrieks of a storm.

"..."

There was no response from Riyao, Mavis frowned in thought.

The blonde little girl braced her tiny hands on the edge of the sand table, her large, bright green eyes fixed on the violently fluctuating light screen.

On the holographic map, the eastern battlefield was distorted, a result of powerful magic affecting the accuracy of reconnaissance equipment.

Mavis was conflicted, unsure whether she should pass the message on to others.

Erza and Mirajane had just taken their positions on the northern front, and the battle situation was already tense.

If Mirajane finds out, she'll definitely run to the Eastern Front, and what if she gets ambushed along the way?

Mirajane usually appears gentle and easygoing, but once her temper flares up when something happens to Riyao, no one can stop her.

If she were to force her way back, not only would the northern front be thrown into chaos, but she would also likely be surrounded by the other Spriggan 12 on the way.

But it seems like I can't just not say it.

Moreover, this will affect morale.

This really put Mavis in a difficult position.

The little girl held her head in her hands, pacing anxiously in front of the sand table, her tuft of hair bobbing up and down.

The members who remained in the guild were also aware that a violent magical fluctuation had occurred at Riyao.

Makarov and the others watched as Mavis spun around in place, and he pondered for a moment.

The old man sat cross-legged on a high stool, reached out and pressed the communication crystal, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mira, is the situation with the All-Creation Giant Dragon stable now? Shouldn't it still have enough magic power?"

Mirajane, far away on the front lines, paused slightly and looked up at the sky.

The hundreds-of-meters-long verdant dragon, formed entirely from the Life Magic of the Riyao, was coiled above the enemy camp, its azure scales gleaming in the morning light.

It charged into the enemy's ranks, and with a single breath, blasted a vacuum into the enemy's densely packed formation.

Even the occasional damaged branches on the dragon's body were instantly restored by the infusion of life force.

"The All-Creation Giant Dragon is perfectly fine. It's daylight now, so there's no need to worry about magic power."

The fact that the dragon is alive and well means that Riyao is not only safe and sound, but also has the capacity to maintain magical creations over extremely long distances.

Upon hearing Mirajane's response, Makarov disconnected the call and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems there's nothing wrong with the Riyao side; it's probably just that the magic power is too great, making the connection between the two sides unstable."

Mavis gave Makarov a thumbs up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The previously somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the hall immediately lightened up considerably.

Continue to monitor the battle on this holographic map.

Mavis re-examined the sand table, his brow furrowing once more.

"That's completely wrong. The Spriggan 12 haven't all appeared yet. The longer this drags on, the worse it will be for us."

Apart from the frozen Wahl, the blasted Ajeel, the escaped Neinhart, and the sleeping Brandish in the corner, most of the Empire's top combat force remains hidden in the mist.

Just as Mavis was deep in thought, transparent ripples, like water, appeared in the previously empty air in front of the guild's open doors.

"Hello, fairies."

A man in a sharp black suit suddenly appeared at the doorway.

He had his hands in his pockets, and not a trace of magic power emanated from his body; even his breathing was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

"Enemy attack!!"

Everyone immediately assumed a fighting stance, with Makarov standing in front of Mavis, flanked by Ur and Yin.

The man in the suit placed one hand on his chest and bowed elegantly.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jacob Reschoo of the Spriggan 12, also known as the Assassin, and I specialize in assassination."

The air fell silent for a second.

"What the hell? Assassins just swaggering in front of the enemy?" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Makarov's lips twitched. What kind of assassin would casually teleport to the enemy's lair's main gate and then politely introduce themselves?

Ur ripped off his coat, and magic surged from his body.

The tight-fitting vest accentuated her fit and sleek lines, while a chilling, icy magic roared forth!

"Forget about assassins, just... What's wrong with him?"

Ur's movements suddenly froze, the ice blade in his hand stopping in mid-air.

Just moments before, Jacob had been cold and arrogant, but now his entire body had suddenly stiffened.

Jacob turned his head to the side, not daring to look at Ur.

The cold-blooded assassin in the suit had his eyes tightly shut, his hands flailing wildly in front of him, his face turning a deep purplish-red at a visible speed, and billowing white smoke rising from his head.

"Shameless, absolutely shameless."

Jacob roared through gritted teeth, his voice even carrying a hint of shame and indignation, as if he were about to cry.

"In broad daylight! How could... how could someone dress like that! It's utterly shameless!"

The Fairy Tail members looked at each other, bewildered.

Ur looked down at himself; it wasn't that blatant, was it?

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a dangerously wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Oh! He's still an innocent boy, hehehe."

[Ice-Make - Harem]

As Ur raised his hand and waved it, the extreme cold magic in the air frantically condensed!

Click, click!

Ice sculptures appeared around Jacob, all dressed in swimsuits and posing seductively.

A dozen stunning ice sculptures dressed in revealing bikinis suddenly rose from the ground, each displaying its alluring figure, completely surrounding Jacob.

Jacob blushed as he looked at this.

"The world is going to the dogs! They're so shameless!"

He waved his hands frantically, his whole body contorted as if he were a maggot.

Ur had already walked up to Jacob without him noticing.

She reached out and patted Jacob on the chest.

"Young man, it seems you have no resistance to beautiful women."

Jacob trembled violently, stammering as he tried to activate Space Magic.

"I... I just don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, his heart was frozen by Ur.

Click!

Absolute Zero extreme temperature, pierced through his chest from his palm in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, all the magic, blood, and life force within Jacob's body froze into deep blue, eternal ice.

Jacob's eyes widened, and he fell straight down.

"If only all Spriggan 12 were like this."

Ur clapped his hands and signaled the others to carry the body out.

Mavis relayed this news to the front lines; it was good news and would greatly boost morale.

A clear, crisp voice echoed across all defenses via the reading network.

"Jacob Recho, one of the Spriggan 12, is dead!"

A cheer erupted in the voice chat channel; other guilds, having learned the news from Fairy Tail members, were equally excited.

"Whoa! Another Spriggan gone!"

"Fairy Tail is too powerful! Everyone, charge!"

On a bench in the corner of the guild hall, Brandish secretly pulled back a corner of the tablecloth, her lips twitching wildly.

Jacob is really unlucky; he usually doesn't even dare to look at himself.

Normally, even female mages in the military would avoid him if they wore skirts, yet he dared to venture alone into Fairy Tail's den of dragons and tigers.

The green-haired girl silently covered her head with the tablecloth again and curled up into a ball on the bench, pretending to be dead.