Makarov Arrives...

"What happened to you two?!"

Ywen looked at Gray and Lyon, who were sprawled on the ground, in confusion.

"We don't know either..."

"But putting that aside, those mountains look like garbage heaps! They're way too ugly!"

Gray and Lyon complained to Ywen.

"Huh?!"

"You should be grateful there are mountains at all. Did you expect me to make them look nice too?"

Ywen frowned. He had never been good at games involving building blocks, and he was not particularly skilled at games like Tetris either, so it was only natural that they looked a little ugly.

"Th-that's true..."

After hearing Ywen's words, Gray and Lyon did not dare argue. They had been utterly convinced by Ywen's strength.

"You're Gray, right?"

As he spoke, Ywen looked at Gray, whose black hair was a tousled mess.

"Yes! Yes!!"

Gray immediately straightened up like an elementary school student being scolded.

"Hey! Do you know how much trouble you caused your family by coming alone to challenge Deliora?"

Ywen looked at Gray sternly. In truth, if he had not been here this time, Ul would have been in danger. In the original story, Gray bore a great deal of responsibility for Ul's death.

"I won't cause trouble for my family anymore..."

"Because my whole family is already dead. Deliora killed them!"

Gray's expression darkened. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with indescribable sorrow, and his small fists clenched tightly.

"Gray, look behind you!"

"Your family has been worrying about you this whole time!"

Ywen floated before Gray, then manually turned him around so that he faced the badly injured Ul and Lyon behind him.

"Ul, Lyon..."

"I..."

"I'm sorry..."

Gray stared at Ul and Lyon in a daze at first, then seemed to understand something. He threw himself into Ul's arms. Yes, Deliora had killed his family, but there were still people in this world who cared about him. Those people were his family too.

"It's enough that you two are all right!"

Ul's heart warmed as she looked at Gray, who had realized his mistake. She pulled both Lyon and Gray into her embrace, her expression gentle.

"It's good as long as you recognize your mistakes and correct them. When you go on adventures in the future, think carefully about your family!"

"Remember, you're not alone. There are still many people worried about your safety!"

Ywen lectured Gray as he continued to sob.

"Mm, I understand, Mr. Ywen..."

Gray turned around and nodded to Ywen. Lyon had already told him Ywen's name.

"You little brat, so you know your family would worry about your safety!"

"Then shouldn't you apologize properly to your family too?!"

Just as Ywen finished lecturing Gray, a thunderous roar rang out. A towering mountain slowly moved closer toward Ywen, Gray, Lyon, and Ul.

"A-a mountain came to life?!"

Gray and Lyon widened their eyes once more. In just this one day, they had seen more strange things than they had in the eight or nine years since they were born.

At the same time, the mountain moved. With a light leap, it landed directly above everyone's heads.

"We're going to die!!"

"Help!"

"The mountain fairy is killing us!"

Looking at the darkened sky above them, tears streamed from Gray and Lyon's eyes as they clung to each other and shouted.

"No, that isn't a mountain. That is..."

Ywen stared at the enormous mountain, and for the first time since setting out alone to complete missions, an astonished look appeared on his face.

"Yo, hello, everyone~"

"I'm Makarov, the Guild Master of Fairy Tail!"

As Ywen spoke, the mountain above them grew smaller and smaller, eventually turning into an old man even shorter than the children, dressed in a ridiculous clown outfit. He looked kindly at Gray and the others and greeted them with a smile.

"The mountain turned into a little old man from the circus?!"

Gray and Lyon shouted in shock as they looked at Makarov, who had transformed into a little old man.

"Guild Master, why did you come all the way to the northeast too?"

Ywen greeted Makarov warmly.

"You little bastard, who do you think I came here because of?"

Makarov roared angrily at Ywen.

Ywen could lecture others so smoothly, so why did he have absolutely no self-awareness himself?!

Honestly, who had this brat learned from?

Makarov felt helpless over Ywen.

"Could it be because..."

Ywen was startled as he looked at Makarov.

"Yes! Right, that's exactly what it is..."

Makarov relaxed when he saw Ywen's expression. It seemed Ywen had at least some self-awareness.

"Could it be because Gildarts came to the northeast too?!"

Ywen rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then answered.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's because of Gildarts..."

Makarov kept nodding, then suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Huh?!" Makarov raised a brow, then roared, "Gildarts my ass! It's because of you! You!"

"You ran off to carry out a Ten-Year Mission without saying a word? What were you thinking?!"

"This is bad, my heart already hurts..."

Makarov clutched his chest. He felt that if this continued, he would not last many more years.

"Don't worry, Guild Master! You'll definitely live to be a hundred!"

Ywen gave Makarov a thumbs-up, predicting his lifespan in advance.

"Why, thank you!"

"With a brat like you around, I won't be living long..."

"Come to think of it, what was that about Gildarts just now?"

Makarov suddenly remembered something. His eyes narrowed slightly as a faint sense of dread rose within him.

"Huh?!"

"Guild Master, you don't know?"

Ywen froze, then lightly scratched the back of his head and muttered.

"What am I supposed to know, you little bastard?!"

"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already!"

Makarov urged Ywen.

"Actually, Gildarts is in the north too, and I ran into him a few days ago!"

"I heard him shouting something about avenging some woman..."

Ywen thought it over and answered Makarov's question.

"You two... didn't do anything when you met, did you?"

Makarov's eye twitched slightly as he asked uneasily.

"We had a fight!"

Ywen thought calmly, then answered the question in Makarov's heart.

"I knew it..."

"And then?"

Makarov felt his head growing huge. He knew nothing good would come of Ywen meeting Gildarts.

"We didn't do much. We only blew up a mountain..."

"Then we fell asleep because we used too much magic power!"

"When I woke up, Gildarts was already gone..."

"So I don't know where he is now, but judging by how things looked, I suggest you prepare yourself mentally..."

Ywen answered Makarov truthfully.

"What do you mean, 'only blew up a mountain'?! Do you know how many words I'll have to write in an apology report because you demolished a mountain?"

Makarov felt like crying.

"Come to think of it, the mountains around here really are strange..."

As Makarov spoke, he raised his head to look at the nearby mountains with their varied shapes. He raised a brow and silently thought that he truly ought to travel more. The world was so vast that it held every kind of wonder.

Why do you think those mountains ended up looking like that?!

Gray and Lyon screamed inwardly.

But with a monster like Ywen standing here, they did not dare say it aloud...

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