Mage Guild Noisy Second Hand

Night fell...

Aside from the giant bear Big White, who was still racing onward without pause, Ywen, Makarov, Ul, Gray, and Lyon were all clutching Big White's thick fur as they slept...

For a time, only Big White's glowing eyes remained awake. Bolstered by Ywen's Attach Magic, it joyfully unleashed the inexhaustible spiritual power within its body...

Daybreak!

As the sun's warm rays gently brushed across everyone's faces, Ywen, Makarov, and the others opened their eyes one after another.

Then they saw countless mages holding weapons, tensely surrounding Big White as though they were faintly confronting it.

"..."

The mage at their head opened his mouth, seemingly saying something.

But because of Ywen's Attach Magic barrier, they could not hear a word he was saying...

"So what's going on here?"

Gray and Lyon looked somewhat panicked as they watched the mages surrounding them.

"They mean trouble!"

Ul could sense the deep hostility radiating from the surrounding mages. At the same time, she remained on guard, ready to strike at any moment and freeze them all into ice.

"Ywen, your bear didn't do something to these mages, did it?"

"If it did something bad, just apologize to them."

Makarov scratched his thinning hair. Based on his many years of experience, whenever mages from another guild came knocking, there was an eighty-percent chance that someone from his own guild had done something excessive. At times like this, so long as they put aside their pride and offered a small apology, the anger of those mages looking for trouble would usually subside. Of course...

If those troublemaking mages refused to let it go, then Makarov would teach those brats exactly what it meant to be one of the Ten Wizard Saints!

"No, my bear is very well-behaved. It usually doesn't pick fights on its own. In any case, let's first hear what these people are saying."

As Ywen spoke, he dispelled the barrier he had placed on Big White's back.

"Whew—"

A howling cold wind immediately swept across everyone's faces. Feeling the bone-piercing chill, Makarov instinctively shrank his neck.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you people?!"

"Don't you know this is the territory of our Mage Guild, Noisy Second Hand?"

"Are you trying to make enemies of our guild?"

Once Ywen removed the barrier around them, they finally heard the mages' constant shouting.

"Noisy Second Hand?"

Ywen frowned as he listened to what the mages were saying.

"Heh heh, now you know to be afraid!"

"Since you're afraid, hurry up and take your bear and leave!"

The leading mage smiled smugly when he saw Ywen's expression.

"Never heard of it..."

Just as the mage was proudly thinking that his guild's name had frightened Ywen, he saw Ywen reveal an utterly bewildered expression.

"Th-This..."

Ywen's words nearly made the mages of Noisy Second Hand slip and fall on the ice.

"Guild Master, have you heard of this whatever-Second Hand guild?"

Ywen turned to Makarov beside him for advice.

"Hmm..."

"I can't remember it!"

"Is it a powerful guild?"

"There are too many guilds on this continent. Even I can't remember every guild's name!"

Makarov racked his brain, then finally gave up thinking and looked toward Ul.

Makarov looked at Ul and asked, "Ul, you should be a mage from around here, right?! Have you heard of some guild called Second Hand?"

"Lord Makarov, although I would like to answer you, I have actually never heard of a guild called Noisy Second Hand..."

After thinking it over, Ul finally sighed helplessly. She had been away from the magical world for far too long.

"You don't need to be so polite, Ul. Since you've decided to join our Fairy Tail, we'll be family from now on! There's no need for honorifics like 'my lord,' 'your excellency,' or 'your highness'..." Makarov smiled at Ul. He truly thought highly of her, because she was the kind of steady, reliable talent Fairy Tail lacked. "As for me! I'm merely one of the so-called Ten Wizard Saints selected by the Magic Council..." (That last sentence was extremely loud.)

"Ten Saints?!"

"One of the ten strongest mages on Ishgar Continent selected by the Magic Council?"

The mages of Noisy Second Hand who had surrounded Ywen and the others all turned pale with shock upon hearing Makarov's words. As long as one belonged to Ishgar's magical world, there was no one who did not know the name of the Ten Wizard Saints.

They were a group who stood at the pinnacle of Ishgar's magical world. No, rather than calling them people, it would be more accurate to say that every one of them was a monster wearing human skin.

"Brother Jason, c-could it be that the Magic Council learned about that matter and specifically sent one of the Ten Wizard Saints to wipe us out?!"

Some wizards with weaker mental defenses immediately cracked on the spot. Staring at the lead wizard, one of them asked nervously.

"Idiot! Don't go blurting it out yourself!"

"Besides, just because he says he's one of the Ten Wizard Saints, does that make him one? If he's a Ten Wizard Saint, then I'm the chairman of the Magic Council!"

Upon hearing his underling's words, the lead wizard's face changed drastically as he snapped back in anger.

"Y-You're right..."

After hearing the lead wizard's words, the underlings' expressions eased, and they gradually calmed down.

"Oh?!"

At the same time, Makarov, who had been listening to their conversation, immediately caught the key point. They were afraid of the Magic Council—did that mean... these wizards were up to something shady?!

If that was the case...

Makarov gave a light leap, jumping from the giant bear's head to land before the wizards. The instant he touched down, his circus clown outfit transformed into a white coat trimmed in gold, with the emblem of the Ten Wizard Saints printed on its back.

"Hey! Kids, why don't you tell me about that thing you just mentioned—the thing you don't want the Magic Council to know about?"

Makarov smiled warmly as he looked at the members of the Noisy Second Hand guild before him and asked.

"You stupid old man! Do you think we'd tell you anything?"

"If you don't want to die, get lost already! Don't get in the way of our guild's business!"

Jason, the leader of the Noisy Second Hand wizards, spoke rudely to Makarov.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

The other underlings stood behind Jason, constantly echoing him.

"I see, you don't want to say any more, huh?!"

"Then let me ask one more time..."

"Kids! I'll give you one chance. Tell me what you know right now, or else..."

The instant Makarov's words fell, his body grew incomparably massive, like a towering mountain. His face darkened, golden light flashing in his eyes. Terrifying golden magic power spread through the air with his voice, making the air itself thick and suffocating...

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