Well, little Annie had no idea who the "one of us" that Miss Lucy kept shouting about was supposed to be. But in the end, she still reluctantly used her own particular, amusing, and efficient method to identify the person the other girl was looking for.
Then, when the troops of Hargeon appeared in force, ready to surround and arrest the thugs who had caused havoc in the city, destroyed buildings, and killed countless people, Annie hadn't done anything wrong. Even so, they had no choice but to drag away the pink-haired guy she'd beaten black and blue and stomped on hard, leaving the villain who'd impersonated someone else and kidnapped women to the local troops.
As for what terrible fate awaited the red-hot mage called "Bora" when he faced the furious garrison, they didn't know—and for the time being, they didn't want to know.
Anyway, someone else was the one in trouble, so they were happy to pretend nothing had happened.
"We're here!"
"Welcome to Fairy Tail!"
"Look!"
"Lucy, Annie, this is our guildhall. What do you think? Doesn't it look great?"
Pointing to the lovely three-story building before them—a luxurious structure made up mostly of beautiful red tiles, blue-green pillars and windows, and golden exterior walls, with two fairy decorations above the entrance and a huge Fairy Tail guild banner on the top floor—the cat who could sprout wings and fly in midair proudly showed it off.
"..."
"Tch!"
As for Etherious Natsu Dragneel, the Fire Dragon Slayer Mage who was supposed to be their guide, he trudged along behind them with a disgruntled look. He was especially contemptuous of the little girl who'd beaten him up so badly that his face was still swollen and one eye still ringed with purple.
But there was nothing he could