Expelled from the Guild

The cheers in the arena grew louder and louder.

High up in the stands, Natsu rested his hands on the stone railing, his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"Lucy... I didn't realize she'd become such a formidable fighter!"

In the past, when carrying out missions, Lucy would always hide in the back, trembling with fear, and would jump up and down in panic if she encountered a strong enemy.

Now, facing such a behemoth, they actually dare to rush up and throw a punch head-on, even deciding the outcome with a single blow.

Natsu clenched his fist, unable to conceal the exhilaration and joy in his heart.

Another corner of the audience seats.

Wearing a sharp suit Jude suddenly stood up, waving the support flag in his hand so loudly it whirred, and shouted loudly at the onlookers around him.

"Did you see that?! Did everyone see that?!"

"That handsome mage showing off his skills down there, that's my daughter! Lucy! She's my daughter! Haha!"

The surrounding audience members, who were initially startled by the shouts, turned around and saw the proud look on the old father's face, and joined in the applause.

In the center of the arena, the referee approached Yukino, confirmed that Yukino had lost the will to fight and the ability to continue, and raised the green flag high.

"Ophiuchus returns! Yukino is no longer able to fight!"

"The winner is born— Fairy Tail Team A, Lucy Heartfilia!"

With this pronouncement, Lucy's golden lion armor Disassembly like grains of sand, restoring her to her casual clothes.

Lucy wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and turned to look at Yukino opposite her.

Yukino knelt on the pile of rubble, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her head bowed in a daze.

Lucy didn't say much, just gave a slight bow, and then quickly ran back to the players' tunnel.

In the commentary booth, Chapati pushed the amplification crystal to its limit, his excited voice echoing beneath the ceiling.

"A spectacular comeback! Fairy Tail has once again demonstrated their terrifying strength to the entire kingdom!"

"With this, the second day of the Grand Magic Games has officially come to an end!"

"The big screen has already displayed the final points leaderboard for the second day. Let's take a look at the latest rankings of the major guilds!"

A giant magical screen scrolled rapidly, with large golden characters arranged and fixed one by one.

"Fairy Tail Team A remains in first place, boasting an undefeated record and 32 points, leading by a wide margin!"

"Second place goes to Fairy Tail Team B, closely following with a high score of 29 points!"

"Third place, Blue Pegasus, 19 points!"

"Fourth place, Raven Tail, 18 points!"

Fifth place, Sabertooth, 14 points!

"Sixth place, Quatro Cerberus, 11 points!"

"Seventh place, Mermaid Heel, 9 points!"

"Eighth place, Lamia Scale, 6 points!"

Chapati clutched the parchment list, his voice high-pitched and impassioned.

"The two Fairy Tail teams dominated, securing the top two spots and widening the points gap to over ten points!"

"A powerful sense of oppression! A kingly demeanor befitting the overlords of the old era!"

The entire arena instantly transformed into a sea of joy.

Fairy Tail! Fairy Tail!

The audience waved red and blue ribbons and chanted the guild's name in unison, their voices deafening.

On the other side, in the Lamia Scales viewing area, Obaba waved her cane like a windmill.

"Six points! A pitiful six points after a whole day!"

"Bottom of the Grand Magic Games! If this gets back to the guild territory, how will I ever save face?!"

Obaba jumped angrily onto the stone bench, poking Lyon and Jura's noses hard with her index finger.

"You two listen up!"

"Tomorrow is the third day of competition and combat. Jura! Lyon! Neither of you are allowed to give me any more excuses to slack off!"

"If we can't pull our guild out of last place in the rankings, nobody's allowed to eat dinner when we get back. We're all to walk in circles in the plaza until we die!"

Lyon turned his head to the side, his lips twitching slightly, but he still agreed.

Jura, standing to the side, clasped her hands together, looking extremely calm, completely ignoring Obaba's angry reprimands.

For Jura, her greatest wish in the Grand Magic Games was to have a full-fledged battle with Jiang Bai.

Although yesterday's battle was a crushing defeat, Jura was satisfied to have personally experienced such a divine level of martial arts.

Now, all that's left in the competition is to enjoy this long-awaited and exciting event.

After the broadcast ended, the referees and guards left the venue, and the audience began to leave one after another, heading towards the various commercial streets of the capital.

The entire Fairy Tail crew had already rushed out of the passage, dragging Mirajane and Lucy straight to Crocus's most luxurious tavern, determined to celebrate their daytime victory to the fullest.

As night deepened, the noise subsided.

The atmosphere inside a luxury hotel on Wangdu North Street was chilling and biting.

In the rooftop lobby rented by Sabertooth, all the lights were dimmed to their lowest setting.

In the center of the hall, a dozen core members stood around a huge long table, and not one of them dared to make a sound.

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone deliberately suppressed their breathing to a minimum.

On the large mahogany chair directly in front, Chairman Jiemma rested his hands on the armrests, his physique imposing and fierce.

Sting and Yukino, who participated in the battle today, stood at the forefront, facing Jiemma with their heads bowed and silent.

A long silence followed.

Jiemma suddenly let out a cold laugh, his icy words echoing in the hall.

"You two have really opened my eyes today."

Before he finished speaking, Jiemma grabbed an apple and a tangerine from the fruit plate beside him and smashed them hard on the foreheads of the two men.

Snap!

The hard apple smashed into Sting's forehead, its juice splattering and rolling onto the carpet.

Yukino's cheek was brushed by Mikan, her steps faltered slightly, and she clenched her teeth tightly, not daring to move.

Sting clenched his fists at his sides, making a slight cracking sound, then forcibly loosened them.

Jiemma stood up from his chair and walked over to the two men, his tall frame casting a huge shadow.

"In the morning's speed race, Sting, as Dragon Slayer, crawled on the ground like a worm and forfeited, losing to Fairy Tail!"

"In the afternoon's battle, Yukino, also a Celestial Spirit Mage, summoned her so-called trump card, but it was still smashed by Fairy Tail with a single punch!"

Jiemma's voice grew louder and louder, eventually turning into Roar that shattered eardrums.

"You two idiots! Do you want to tell everyone in the entire kingdom that Sabertooth is inferior to Fairy Tail?!"

"Ah?!"

A terrifying pressure instantly swept through the hall, and the wooden chairs around the room creaked under the weight.

Yukino trembled all over, her face as pale as paper.

Jiemma looked down at Yukino with a gaze devoid of any humanity, as if she were looking at a piece of broken trash.

"Sabertooth will not tolerate incompetent trash."

"Yukino, now, take off all your clothes and completely wipe off the guild seal from your body!"

Upon hearing this extremely humiliating punishment, Yukino's shoulders trembled violently.

The Sabertooth members around them all looked away. Rogue remained silent, his hand on his sword, while Orga crossed his arms and turned his head away.

Under Jiemma's absolute rule, no one dared to defy the chairman's will.

Yukino's eyes reddened, tears welling up, but she dared not utter a single word of protest, responding tremblingly.

"Yes..."

Her fingertips trembled as she unbuttoned her robe.

A moment later, the cloak and coat covering her slipped off.

Yukino bit her lip, picked up the magic removal potion, and carefully wiped away the Sabertooth emblem imprinted on her body.

The mark that once symbolized the highest honor has turned into a mottled red stain.

Yukino hugged the clothes in her arms tightly, bent down, and bowed deeply to Jiemma in front of her.

"President... thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Jiemma didn't even bother to look at her, waving his hand dismissively in annoyance.

"Get out of here! You disgraceful piece of trash!"

Tears finally burst forth. Yukino covered her face, walked barefoot across the cold carpet, pushed open the heavy door, and ran out.

The hall fell silent again, as if suffocatingly still.

Jiemma turned around, his cold gaze falling on the remaining Sting.

"Sting, you too."

"Right now, wipe the guild seal off your body and get out of Sabertooth!"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone present abruptly looked up.

"What?!"

Lector, standing in the back row, was so frightened that his fur stood on end, and he gripped his chest with both paws.

The other mages around were also shocked, exchanging bewildered glances.

Although Yukino is a formal member, she has only been a member of the guild for a short time and is not considered a core member.

Sting is completely different.

Sting is a genuine third-generation White Dragon Mage who has served Sabertooth for many years. He and Rogue are known as the "Twin Dragons" who are famous throughout the kingdom. He is the absolute face of the guild and one of its strongest trump cards!

Moreover, the defeat on the Chariot this morning was not a loss in battle, but merely an unexpected physical defect.

Just because of a setback in a non-combat project, they're going to kick out the guild's main ace?!

Sting stood frozen in place, an expression of disbelief deep in his eyes, his lips twitching violently.

Dissatisfaction, frustration, and anger.

Countless emotions churned wildly within my chest.

However, looking into Jiemma's cold and brutal eyes, and feeling the terrifying pressure pouring down on him, Sting ultimately dared not directly defy the chairman's authority.

In Sabertooth, the guild master's orders mean everything.

Sting clenched his back teeth, a metallic, metallic taste seeping from his gums, and forced out a single word with difficulty.

"Yes..."

His right hand trembled as he raised it, a faint white light emanating from his fingertips, and slowly reached towards the guild mark on his body.

Just as the fingertips were about to touch the skin.

From the shadows at the back of the hall, a clear yet cold female voice suddenly rang out.

"Wait a moment."