Makarov at 1.85 meters

The guild hall was so noisy it felt like the roof was about to be blown off, but suddenly a low pressure descended from the entrance, enough to rub people to the ground.

Our 1.85-meter-tall president, Makarov —well, with an aura of 1.85 meters—is leisurely stepping across the threshold, pipe in hand.

The poor old man went to any lengths to grow taller, including learning Giant Magic.

The old man's wrinkled face was so black it looked like ink was seeping out, and he was surrounded by a three-foot-thick layer of black mist, the oppressive atmosphere so thick it was impossible to dissipate.

The guild's wooden signboard, which had been hanging at the entrance for decades, was shaken violently, and even the four characters "Fairy Tail" carved on it were almost shaken off the paint.

Makarov exhaled a puff of smoke from his nose, let out a cold snort that made the windows vibrate, and his right hand, with cracking knuckles, instantly grew to enormous size.

The giant hand, as big as a small mountain, slammed down on the heads of the wild fairies who were making a ruckus all over the place, accompanied by a whooshing sound!

"You brats! How dare you wreck the house while I was away in a meeting! You've gone too far!"

Riyao was originally in the crowd, but as soon as he saw the chairman get angry, he immediately ran behind the bar, pointing at them and bowing and scraping as he rushed to join the line.

"That's right! That's too much! How dare they wreck the house while the great president is away? It's absolutely outrageous!"

Makarov's glare shot over in a flash, his face darkening even more menacingly.

"You were talking about them? Not you, right, Riyao!"

Riyao immediately withdrew his pointing hand, put on an innocent, glowing face, blinked his big eyes at Makarov with starry eyes, and spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"They've only just stepped inside! I didn't even get a chance to stand in the house while they were wreaking havoc, and you're already back, Grandpa?"

Gray, who had just taken off half of his coat and was draped it over his arm, rolled his eyes and bent over with a "yue" when he heard this tone.

"Damn it Riyao, can you please stop being so disgusting? It's giving me goosebumps all over."

Riyao rolled her eyes, flicked her golden ponytail, and looked disdainful.

"Tch, what does a little kid like you know? This is called the art of speaking, you wouldn't understand."

Makarov huffed and jumped onto the bar stool, slamming his pipe on the table, the sound instantly drowning out the murmurs of the entire room.

"Stop hiding! This repair cost will be deducted entirely from your commission fees for this month!"

Riyao immediately came over and patted Makarov's back repeatedly, almost making the old man choke on his pipe. He then pretended to comfort him with a frown.

"It's alright, Mr. Chairman, don't be angry. These kids will grow up and become more sensible in a couple of years."

The little voice inside him was laughing hysterically, "Hehehe, in two years? Once Natsu, the demolition mastermind, and Mirajane, the delinquent girl, join, they'll tear your guild down to its foundations in no time! Old man, will your meager pension be enough to fill that hole?"

Makarov suddenly shivered, a chill running down his spine. Why did he have this feeling that someone was after his pension?

He glanced around suspiciously, then his eyes locked onto Riyao, who had a fake smile on his face. He immediately slammed his hand on the bar and exposed Riyao's true colors.

"Stop pretending to be a good guy! Look at you, you went on a mission to the capital and caused quite a ruckus, didn't you? You wiped out an entire forest on the outskirts of the capital!"

When Cana was wiping cups, and Gray, who had just finished kneading bags, heard about the juicy gossip, their eyes lit up like light bulbs. They immediately brought their cups over and surrounded Riyao.

They were so eager to start, they even took out their melon seeds.

Riyao got excited when he heard this, and with a swish, he pounded his chest, spitting as he raved about the scene in a grand and heroic manner. After finishing his tale, he picked up a cup of tea from the bar, took a sip, and struck a cool pose.

Gray's eyes widened in shock as he leaned closer.

"Ten, a dozen demons? Really? Don't exaggerate!"

Riyao, without batting an eye or even breaking a sweat, shamelessly patted his chest.

"Guaranteed genuine, bro. If it's fake, I'll get you a new one to play with later, okay?"

Cana laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, clutching her stomach and groaning.

"Keep bragging! You said you could send a mountain flying with one punch? Why don't you just boast about flying to the heavens?"

Riyao raised his chin at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the ceiling, his nose almost pointing to the sky, letting out a haughty snort.

"Mortals have no understanding of my true power; you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

Makarov rolled his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke with a look of disdain.

"Bullshit! I, the guild leader, didn't even know you knew the Fairy Law? Where did you steal that knowledge from?"

Riyao, without batting an eye, spouted nonsense with a straight face.

"This was taught to me in a dream by the first guild master, do you understand? This is called a divine gift!"

Levy, who had been taking notes on the mission, had been curious about the book "Postpartum Care for Sows" in Riyao's arms. Taking advantage of Riyao's distraction while he was talking nonsense, she tiptoed and reached into his arms to grab it.

Riyao reacted quickly, immediately pressing his hand firmly to his chest with a wary expression.

"No, Levy!"

Levy n't let go, shaking his arm like she was on a swing.

"Brother Riyao, let me see it!"

Riyao tilted his head and smiled.

"It's not impossible for me to show you. I wanted a strawberry sundae and a chocolate sundae as soon as I walked in. If you treat me, I'll show you."

Levy's face immediately fell, and she checked her pockets, only to find them empty.

"Ah... I have no money! The commission money isn't even enough for food, sob sob sob."

Riyao immediately put on a disgusted expression.

"Oh dear, this Levy lame~"

Despite his initial protests, Riyao couldn't resist Levy's persistent pleading and eventually took out the magic book and handed it to her.

Riyao himself was already researching and collecting incomplete Enchantment Magic, so he had a foundation and finished reading everything on the way there and back without any effort.

If you take something but can't pay for it, you can only accept the loss and pay other costs.

Riyao immediately rubbed his little hands together with a sly smile, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Levy's hair. Without saying a word, he started braiding her hair, and in no time...

Freshly baked twin-tailed Levy

Riyao stepped back two paces, crossed his arms, looked left and right, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Keep this hairstyle for a month, no changes allowed."

Levy and frowned, looking unhappy. Riyao raised his eyebrows and drawled, "Hmm↗↘," the threat almost overflowing. Levy cowered and reluctantly nodded in submission.

Just as he finished fussing, the woman with the purple braided hair came over with a plate and placed the food in front of Riyao with a smile.

"Haha, here comes the chicken soup for the soul~"

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Riyao froze. He had been starving just moments before, but suddenly he had lost all appetite.

Gray and Cana, standing nearby, didn't care. They figured they might as well eat it, so they immediately pounced on the soup, grabbed spoons, and devoured it. The three of them wiped their mouths and let out a satisfied burp.

Riyao deliberately burped in Gray's face, being incredibly obnoxious. Gray couldn't stand it and immediately punched him. The two of them started fighting right there, their fists slamming into each other with loud thuds, knocking over the table next to them.

Before they could exchange more than a few blows, two powerful iron fists flew over, and each of them took a hit from Makarov's "Iron Fist of Love," immediately causing a bump the size of a quail egg to swell up on their heads.

Riyao clutched his bag, his face filled with grief and indignation, and opened his mouth to shout.

"A... bag of rice..."

The words had barely left his mouth when Makarov rushed forward and covered his mouth tightly, leaving the old man with a stiff, unnatural smile.

"Hey Riyao, can you stop carrying that bag of rice? My old bones have osteoporosis, I can't carry this!"

Riyao whimpered a few times under Makarov's claws before Makarov finally released his grip, shouting helplessly at the bar.

"Fine, fine, I give up! Macao, get this kid a Coke from '82, iced, no ice cubes, put it on my tab!"

Gray touched the bump on his head and, seeing that it wasn't fair, immediately started complaining.

"Why does he get a Coke but I don't, old man! That's so unfair!"

Makarov waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

"Go away, go away! There's freshly turned mud in the corner of the backyard wall, go play somewhere else!"

Gray exploded on the spot.

"Hey! I'm way past the age of playing in the mud! No, I've never even played in the mud! Why should I play in the mud?!"

Cana was lying on the bar, laughing so hard she was slapping the table, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Gray, your clothes."

Riyao took a sip of his iced cola with a smug look on his face, patted Gray on the shoulder.

"Gray, this is what happens when you don't have the ability. Work hard and try to surpass me as soon as possible."

After showing off, Riyao, swirling half a glass of iced cola and whistling smugly, walked out of the guild gate.

I plan to go back to my suburban estate to tidy up and relax for a day.