Laxus gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disdain.
"The old man figured out everything about you long ago."
"Raven Tail's numbers, sources of funding, every move you made—Fairy Tail knew it all."
Ivan went rigid, his eyes widening.
Countless scattered clues linked together in his mind in an instant.
"Impossible... That's absolutely impossible!"
Ivan's voice trembled slightly, and he suddenly cried out in shock.
"Gajeel! It was that bastard Gajeel! He was a spy?!"
"You only realized that now? Your brain really isn't up to the task."
Laxus watched him expressionlessly.
"You thought you were playing us in the palm of your hand, but from beginning to end, the only one being toyed with was you."
"That plan you thought was so secret was nothing more than a child's game of house in the old man's eyes."
"Damn it! That old bastard Makarov!"
Veins bulged on Ivan's forehead, and extreme rage twisted his entire face.
"If he knew all along, why didn't he act? Was he mocking me? Watching me make a fool of myself?!"
"The old man kept thinking of the old days, and that was why he never moved against you."
Laxus's voice sank lower.
"You're his own son, and my father too. He always thought you were only lost for a moment."
"He kept waiting for you to turn back. Unfortunately, in the end, you let him down completely."
"Old days? Don't defile me with such disgusting words!"
Those words completely ignited Ivan's fury.
He lost all composure, flinging both hands out as violent dark-red magic power erupted.
"Paper Doll Magic! Die!"
Countless white paper dolls surged from his sleeves, gathering into a vast white tide.
With shrill sounds of tearing through the air, they swept toward Laxus from every direction.
These paper dolls carried