Sabertooth's Internal Strife! An Iconic Scene of Fatherly Love and Daughterly Devotion

The long and noisy night has only just begun.

In the lobby of another upscale hotel, a complete farce was unfolding.

This is the exclusive territory of the Sabertooth guild.

The once magnificent and spacious hall was now completely silent.

All the ordinary members huddled behind the load-bearing pillars, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

On the carpet in the very center of the hall.

The three starting players who participated in the Grand Magic Games during the day stood side by side.

Guild leader Jiemma sat upright in a luxurious tiger-skin armchair, his right arm resting on the armrest, his fingers tapping incessantly.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Fingers tapped against the wooden handrail, producing a monotonous, dull sound.

Jiemma stopped striking and fixed his gaze directly on the purple figure in the center.

"Minerva, your performance this morning was truly disappointing."

"The young lady of the prestigious guild not only failed to eliminate any opponents in that broken water balloon, but actually managed to secure a draw by stalling for time."

"The Sabertooth's face has been trampled into the mud."

Minerva remained standing and gave a slight bow.

"I'm sorry, Father."

Minerva straightened up again and gave an explanation in a steady voice.

"My daughter originally planned to teach Fairy Tail a lesson in the final stages, so that everyone could witness Sabertooth's true power."

"But the competition environment is just too perfect for a water-based mage like Juvia."

"My Space Magic simply can't lock on, which is why I haven't been able to achieve anything for so long."

This disadvantage is an indisputable objective fact.

Jiemma exhaled a heavy breath from his nose, too lazy to pursue the matter any further.

Jiemma shifted his gaze, fixing it on the two pitiful young Dragon Slayer beside him.

"Then Sting, and Rogue."

Jiemma's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"What's wrong with you two idiots who call yourselves the strongest Twin Dragons?!"

"Before the competition started, who was it that kept boasting that they were the new generation of Dragon Slayer?"

"Who dared to boast that activating the Dragon Force would instantly kill everything?"

Jiemma slapped the back of the seat with his right hand, tearing off the entire tiger skin and throwing it at his feet.

"And the result? On the field, I was treated like a punching bag, repeatedly rubbed against the ground!"

"They couldn't even mount a decent counterattack!"

Rogue was already terrified by Gajeel's beating, and now, facing a barrage of insults, his mental defenses completely crumbled.

I have nothing to say.

Rogue kept his head down.

Sting abruptly raised his head and began to defend himself.

"Natsu and Gajeel are ridiculously strong; we're no match for them!"

"Besides, the gap in total points has now widened to an absurd twenty-plus points. No matter how you look at it, we definitely can't win the Grand Magic Games!"

This sentence ignited the powder keg.

Jiemma's violent magical power suddenly erupted from within him.

The surging airflow violently pushed outwards from Jiemma as the center.

The shockwave, carrying a magical pressure, slammed heavily into Sting and Rogue's chests.

Sting's feet left the ground, and he flew backward for more than ten meters, crashing into three or four heavy wooden coffee tables.

Rogue rolled along the carpet, smashing two rows of ornamental potted plants behind him.

Jiemma abruptly stood up from his chair and strode out.

"Can't win?!"

"Who on earth caused this embarrassing score?!"

"Who gave you two pieces of trash permission to embarrass yourselves like clowns in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers!"

Jiemma was furious; his eyebrows almost stood on end.

Open your eyes and take a good look at yourself!

"Huddled in a corner wailing, what's the difference between that and homeless trash on the street!"

"This attitude is a blatant insult to the name Sabertooth!"

Jiemma waved his hand, pointing directly at the guild's main gate.

"Scrape off all your guild crests right now!"

"The Sabertooth has no useless trash. Get out of here now!"

Just then, a kitten took a few quick steps, its short legs straining against its trembling muscles, and stood directly in front of Sting.

Lector spread his arms, trying to block the view from the outside world with his small body.

Then Lector raised his little face, mustered all his courage, and began to plead for mercy.

"Oh, Mr. President, please calm down."

"Actually, Sting and Rogue really did their best in the match just now."

"You can't blame the Twin Dragons heads at all; you can only blame Fairy Tail for hiding its true nature too well."

Lector gripped the cat's paw and waved it forcefully in front of his chest.

"And after this lesson, Sting and Rogue will definitely make tremendous progress, a complete transformation!"

"Please, President, give them both another chance to prove themselves!"

Jiemma frowned, looking down at the area with disgust.

"Where did this random cat or dog come from?"

Jiemma didn't recognize the follower who usually loitered around the guild.

Lector forced a fawning smile.

"Eek, Guild Master, you're joking. I'm a full member of Sabertooth too."

With that, Lector turned his back to Jiemma, raised his left paw, and pointed to the prominent guild emblem on his back.

This action not only failed to quell the anger, but instead completely ignited the powder keg.

Jiemma's face turned bright red, and veins throbbed from his forehead down to his neck.

"When did this start?!"

"How dare any random beast brazenly brand itself with the Sabertooth emblem?!"

In an instant, a fist-sized, high-purity magic energy ball condensed in the palm of Jiemma's right hand.

No nonsense.

Jiemma swung his right arm, and the magic bullet traced a deadly straight trajectory, heading straight for Lector.

Sting's eyes widened, and his right hand reached out frantically to grab.

"No! Stop it!!"

Sting's shouts couldn't keep up with the speed of the magic beam.

The magic bullet completely engulfed the red kitten the moment it touched Lector.

The light faded.

The red carpet was completely empty, as if it had vanished into thin air.

The surrounding guild members were shocked.

Rogue, lying behind her, broke out in a cold sweat and rolled over to Frosch's side, pulling her tightly into his arms, as if afraid that Frosch would be Frosch next victim.

Sting lay on the ground, frantically scratching at the red carpet where Lector had disappeared.

Tears mixed with dust streamed down my face.

Sting let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Lector!!"

"That chattering trash is so noisy, it's unbearable."

Sting couldn't hear anything from the outside world; he just kept pounding the ground with his hands, his voice hoarse.

"Ahhh!!"

This wailing annoyed Jiemma even more.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear the order just given?"

"Get out of here right now!"

Sting stopped pounding, braced himself on his arms, and slowly stood up.

Two lines of tears slid down Sting's cheeks.

"What have you done?!"

Sting opened his mouth wide Roar.

How dare you!

"How dare you kill Lector!"

"Ahhh!!"

Sting's right fist erupted with a violent, holy white light, and his feet stomped wildly, reaching extreme speed that completely surpassed all his performance during the daytime match.

Jiemma didn't even have time to raise his arm to defend himself.

Sting's right fist, carrying devastating penetrating force, slammed head-on into Jiemma's chest.

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out.

The white beam of light pierced through the skin, flesh, and bones at the heart site on the spot.

A mouthful of blood gushed from the corner of Jiemma's mouth.

Jiemma's eyes bulged as he stared incredulously at the fist in front of his chest.

"Ugh--"

Jiemma's massive body fell backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

All the guild members in the hall were petrified, their brains even stopping.

The guild's strongest fighter, the high and mighty Guild Master Jiemma, was actually defeated in a single move.

A series of light footsteps, mixed with applause, suddenly rang out.

Minerva opened her folding fan and gracefully walked behind Sting.

"Well done, Sting!"

The other guild members were completely bewildered and exclaimed in unison, "What?!"

Minerva closed her folding fan and announced the next steps to everyone.

"Sting, who defeated his father, has completely surpassed his father in strength."

"Therefore, I declare that Sting is the best candidate for the next president!"

Jiemma coughed up a mouthful of blood, his fingers digging into the carpet as he desperately tried to prop himself up.

Jiemma stared intently at the woman in purple before him.

"... Minerva... what nonsense are you talking about?"

Minerva slowly turned around, gazing coldly at her former father.

"Shut up, isn't that what you've always taught me?"

"The guild doesn't need stray dogs; I was just following your orders."

"Father, who is completely immersed in your own world, you have been completely eliminated by the times."

Jiemma's hands went completely limp; he was dead.

Minerva stood up and turned to look at Sting, who was still slumped in despair with his arms hanging limply at his sides not far away.

"Sting, don't worry. In that critical moment, I used Space Magic to send Lector to safety."

Sting's lifeless eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

Sting rushed in front of Minerva.

"Really?!"

"Young Miss, thank you so much! Please give me back Lector as soon as possible!"

Minerva unfolded her folding fan and put on a gentle smile.

"No problem! But we have to wait until after the Grand Magic Games."

"Why?"

"Don't be so naive, Sting. Why do you think I would go to all that trouble to save a cat? It's all for winning the Grand Magic Games championship!"

Sting was so anxious that he paced around in circles.

"But Miss, that's simply impossible! The score difference between our two teams is too great!"

Minerva put on a confident smile again.

"You don't need to worry about that."

"To boost viewership and create drama for the competition, the organizers will definitely make some special arrangements in light of the current situation."

Minerva walked up to Sting and made her final request.

"If you want to see that lively little kitten again, from now on, you'd better do as I say!"