Laxus Gets One-Shotted Again

"Ha ha ha..."

"That's right, Ywen and Gildarts are the pride of our Fairy Tail!"

"As for the candidates for this diplomatic mission, this old man chose them himself!"

Makarov puffed out his chest, planted his hands on his hips, and laughed heartily.

"No, just now you called Ywen and Gildarts the scourges of your guild..."

A Magic Council soldier nearby frantically pointed this out.

"You heard wrong just now..." Makarov shot the tactless soldier a glare, then grabbed the merchant's hand and said, "If you ever have any tasks that require wizards, feel free to post them at Fairy Tail. Our Fairy Tail wizards are efficient, fast, and reliable!"

"Of course, of course..."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Makarov!"

The merchant was full of respect for Makarov. As a member of the Merchant Association, he knew perfectly well that this seemingly unremarkable little old man was not only the Guild Master of the Fairy Tail wizard guild, but also one of the Ten Wizard Saints—one of the ten strongest wizards on the entire Ishgar Continent, selected by the Magic Council.

"Little Makarov, in any case, you still need to come inside with me and go through the formalities."

Yajima stooped with his hands behind his back, holding the letter of apology Makarov had given him. Now that the Merchant Association had vouched for Makarov and Fairy Tail, the association could wipe away whatever punishments it could. There might not be any commendation, but it could at least slightly change some councilors' past impressions of Fairy Tail. These wizards might have gone overboard at times, but their conduct was still quite good.

"Of course..."

As Makarov spoke, he puffed out his chest. In the past, whenever he entered the Magic Council, he would keep his head down, afraid of being seen and further embarrassing his already not-so-dignified old face. But this time was different. This time, he had plenty of face. Naturally, everyone had to know that Makarov had come to the council—not only had he come, he had even received the Merchant Association's gratitude...

"Then shall we go in together?!"

The Merchant Association's representative, a fair-skinned, pudgy man, asked Makarov and Yajima.

"Alright..."

Makarov and Yajima nodded at the same time.

The three chatted and laughed as they walked shoulder to shoulder into the Magic Council.

Meanwhile, at Fairy Tail...

"The Guild Master was summoned by the Magic Council?"

Ywen sat beside the bar, holding a glass of milk and taking small sips...

Originally, he had wanted beer, but the bartender had switched it to milk because he was too young.

"Gildarts, do we need to come up with some way to deal with the Magic Council?"

After thinking for a moment, Ywen set down his milk and looked at Gildarts, who was gulping down alcohol beside him.

"Huh?!"

Hearing Ywen call him, Gildarts turned around and looked at him in confusion, seemingly having heard none of what Ywen had said.

"Ugh..."

Seeing Gildarts like this, Ywen knew he had not been listening at all.

"I mean..."

Ywen rearranged his words, preparing to repeat what he had just said to Gildarts.

"Ywen, I heard you were back!"

"Our last duel isn't over yet!"

"I was careless last time, but this time, I definitely won't lose..."

Just as Ywen was about to ask for Gildarts's opinion, someone kicked open the guild doors. Laxus, his body wrapped in bandages in several places, strode in aggressively and headed straight for Ywen.

"Hm?"

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking, Laxus..."

"And as for the duel, we'll talk about it when I'm free!"

Ywen turned to Laxus and complained helplessly about being interrupted.

"Ywen, are you scared?!"

"But that's only natural. After all, to defeat you, I went to Mount Hakobe and beat a thousand Balkans..."

As Laxus spoke, bursts of golden lightning flared around his body. The injuries covering him had all been suffered in battles with Balkans, ape-like monsters. He had wiped out several Balkan tribes in their entirety.

"So, Gildarts, regarding the Guild Master going to the Magic Council, should we prepare some backup plans in advance? Something like a rescue operation? After all, this incident really did get a little out of hand..."

In fact, as far as Ywen remembered, even Natsu and the others in the future had never committed such "heinous" acts as destroying an entire mountain range, so he asked for Gildarts's opinion.

"You mean the Guild Master..."

Only after listening seriously to Ywen did Gildarts understand what he had been talking about. Honestly, he was not too worried about the Guild Master.

"Hey! Ywen, are you even listening to me?" Seeing Ywen ignore him completely, Laxus's eye twitched slightly before his expression turned fierce. "Fine, you're ignoring me?! Then taste the fist that defeated a full thousand Balkans!"

As soon as Laxus finished speaking, the magic power within his body roared. The next second, he appeared in front of Ywen in an instant and threw a powerful punch.

"Lightning Dragon's Crushing Fist!!"

Laxus put all his strength into the strike, aiming for the back of Ywen's head.

"You're so annoying..."

However, with Observation Haki, Ywen evaded Laxus's fist with a slight sidestep. Then he turned around and placed one hand against Laxus's abdomen.

"What?!"

Laxus's pupils trembled as he watched Ywen dodge his attack.

"Gravity Fist!"

Before Laxus could think any further, an incomparably massive force suddenly erupted from his abdomen!

"Boom!"

The next second, Laxus shot into the sky like a cannonball, smashed through Fairy Tail's ceiling, and vanished without a trace.

"Ha ha ha..."

"One-shotted again?!"

"As expected, the gap between Laxus and Ywen is just too huge..."

As Ywen sent Laxus flying with a single blow, countless people in the guild immediately burst into relaxed laughter.

"So annoying..."

Only after one-shotting Laxus did Ywen turn back around.

"There's no need for us to worry about the Guild Master..."

"Those guys at the Magic Council won't punish him too severely!"

"They understand the importance of the Ten Wizard Saints better than we do..."

Gildarts was utterly calm. Though he did not particularly like the empty title of Saint Ten, such a title could still be useful sometimes.

Even the Magic Council would not punish a Saint Ten wizard over trivial matters.

To punish a wizard at the Saint Ten level, numbers alone were useless. Only a Saint Ten-level wizard could punish another Saint Ten...

However, the councilors of the Magic Council knew exactly how powerful the Ten Wizard Saints were. Otherwise, they would never have issued an order forbidding Saint Ten-level wizards from fighting privately.

Once wizards of that level went to war, the result would be earth-shattering.

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