Rising from the Deathbed

Ywen had gained tremendously from going out on a mission with Gildarts...

First, Ywen had obtained an S-Class Mission Badge, which could raise any one of his skills below level eight by one level. Of course, in Ywen's eyes, that badge was secondary. What he had truly gained was a broadening of his mindset!

In other words, before going on a mission with Gildarts, if Ywen encountered unfamiliar terrain, he would definitely find someone familiar with the area to act as a guide. But after going out with Gildarts, whenever Ywen encountered unfamiliar terrain, he would simply make that terrain familiar...

If you couldn't change yourself, then change every factor that worked against you...

That was the immense and precious experience Ywen had gained!

"I've learned a lot!"

Ywen looked at Gildarts and said softly.

"You're still young. Once you reach my age, you'll naturally understand!"

Gildarts gently rubbed Ywen's head. He could not help feeling emotional. Back then, he had been a well-behaved kid too. But after doing several missions with the still relatively young Makarov, everything had suddenly become clear to him.

Simply put, this was the Fairy Tail Mindset passed down from generation to generation—Fairy Tail Mindset for short!

Even Ywen himself had not realized that he was being assimilated by this way of thinking, gradually becoming more Fairy Tail-like...

Another day passed...

When Ywen and Gildarts returned to the guild, they discovered that the Guild Master was not there.

It was only after asking the guild members that they learned Makarov had written his self-criticism and voluntarily gone to the Magic Council not long after hearing that Ywen and Gildarts had gone out on a mission...

The old man was so practiced at it that it was almost heartbreaking...

Magic Council...

"Anyway, hold on to this in advance!"

"Based on my experience, we'll definitely need it!"

Makarov looked at his old friend in the Magic Council and handed over the apology letter he had prepared beforehand.

"Alright, Little Makarov!"

"You head back first! If it isn't too serious, I'll find a way to smooth it over for you. If it involves too much, then come to the Magic Council and apologize!"

"With your status as one of the Saint Ten, an apology should be enough to deal with them..."

Yajima kept one eye open and one eye closed. It was his usual habit, and also his usual attitude toward Fairy Tail.

"Yajima!"

After hearing his old friend's words, Makarov's eyes filled with tears as he moved to embrace Yajima.

"Little Makarov!"

Yajima, equally moved, opened his arms.

"Ahem..."

"Excuse me!"

"Mr. Yajima, Mr. Makarov, the chairman of the Council would like to discuss something with you both."

Just as the two were about to embrace and deepen their friendship, a light cough interrupted them.

"Hmm?!"

Makarov and Yajima both withdrew their movements and put some distance between themselves.

Though they were as close as brothers, they still had to avoid suspicion when appropriate...

"Um..."

"May I ask what you want with Makarov and me?"

Yajima clasped his hands behind his back, bent at the waist as though slightly hunched over, and asked the Magic Council soldier before him.

"Uh..."

The soldier glanced at Makarov, whose face had gone pale, and seemed hesitant over whether to answer Yajima's question.

"Speak freely!"

Yajima knew this matter was probably related to Makarov, which was why the soldier hesitated to tell them. But given his relationship with Makarov, it did not matter even if Makarov learned of it ahead of time.

"It's like this..."

"Fairy Tail mages Gildarts and Ywen, while carrying out the Merchant Association's S-Class Mission to deal with the wyverns of the Scrye Gale Mountain Range, destroyed the Scrye Mountain Range."

After hesitating for a moment, the soldier finally explained.

"Oh..." Yajima nodded to show he understood, then continued asking, "How much did they destroy?!"

"..." The soldier looked at Makarov's deathly pale face, took a deep breath, and answered, "All of it!"

"All of it?!"

Yajima's eyes widened. He remembered that although the Scrye Mountain Range was not particularly long, it still stretched for dozens of kilometers, did it not?!

"Yes. Fairy Tail mages Gildarts and Ywen blasted a massive hole through the mountains, wiping out the entire Gale Mountain Range along with Gale Valley and all the wyverns inside. That place has now gone from a mountain range to a plain..." As he spoke, the soldier pulled out a map and handed it to Yajima. "This is a new map we rushed to produce. It is currently being distributed across the entire continent, along with instructions to promptly replace the old maps!"

"Let me see..."

Yajima took the map from the soldier, then his eyes widened. Even the eye he kept closed year-round opened. The place that had formerly been labeled the Gale Mountain Range had indeed been changed to a plain...

"Little Makarov, this matter..."

Yajima swallowed and turned to look at Makarov. Honestly, this had become far too big. Even he could not easily suppress it.

"Disasters! Disasters!"

"Ywen and Gildarts together are nothing but disasters!!"

Thud~

The moment Yajima turned around, he saw Makarov clutching his heart as he collapsed to the ground. It even seemed as though a soul was slowly drifting out of Makarov's body...

"This is bad! Doctor, get a doctor!"

Yajima's expression changed drastically as he looked at the soulless Makarov, immediately ordering the soldier beside him to fetch a doctor.

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier could not spare another thought for anything else and immediately ran toward the Council behind him.

"Little Makarov! Makarov! Don't scare me!"

Yajima held Makarov's collapsed body and shouted anxiously.

Because Yajima's voice was so loud, a potbellied man in a suit who had been about to enter the Magic Council immediately ran toward him. At the same time, he asked excitedly, "Makarov? Is that Makarov from Fairy Tail?"

"Little Makarov's health is poor. Whatever you want from him, please wait until he gets better before bringing it up!"

Yajima glared angrily at the potbellied man before him, mistaking him for another one of Makarov's enemies.

"Makarov is ill? That's truly terrible news! Actually, I came to the Magic Council this time on behalf of our Merchant Association to thank Guild Master Makarov, one of Fairy Tail's Saint Ten! We are grateful that he dispatched the two mages, Ywen and Gildarts. Not only did they help us drive away those hateful wyverns, they also carved out a road that leads directly between the two countries! It has made trade much more convenient for us!" At this point, the merchant paused. He took out a check from his pocket before continuing, "Oh, right. To express our gratitude, our Merchant Association has also gathered another fifty million j. It may not be much, but we would still like to show Fairy Tail a token of our appreciation! After all..."

"Is that so? While accepting extra money from an employer is not good behavior, seeing as you insist so strongly, I'll accept it!"

Before the merchant could finish, Makarov, who had been lying on the ground, had already appeared before him and taken the check from his hand.

"So fast!"

Yajima and the chubby merchant stared wide-eyed at Makarov, who had risen from the ground, revived, and taken the check at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

"Is this the legendary rising from the deathbed?"

The chubby merchant felt his horizons had been broadened!

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