A scream came from under the table.
It turned out that Natsu was hiding under the table and sleeping, and unfortunately became the victim of Erza's anger.
"Erza! You stepped on my head!"
Natsu came out clutching his head, tears almost bursting out of his eyes.
"Shut up!"
Erza lowered his head and glared at him, his eyes so fierce that he almost looked like he wanted to eat someone.
"I'm in a bad mood right now. If you don't want to die, just be quiet!"
Natsu looked at the concrete black resentment behind Erza and was instantly frightened, holding Happy in his arms and shivering.
"Love...Erza is so scary..."
Just then.
"Pullingleng--"
A white letter bird flew into the guild hall.
There is no ordinary mailbox tied to its feet, but it is holding a Magic Crystal that emits a shimmering light.
That's Magic Council's dedicated emergency Communication Crystal.
"Huh? A letter from Magic Council?"
Makarov, who was dozing on the counter, heard the noise and raised his head in a daze.
The letter bird dropped the crystal on the bar and flew away quickly, as if there was something scary here.
"Zizzizi..."
Magic Crystal automatically activates and projects a huge light curtain.
In the light curtain, a bald old man with a big beard and an angry face appeared.
That is the current speaker of Magic Council, Crawford Him.
"Makarov!!!"
The speaker's the Roar sound instantly echoed through the entire guild, causing the dust on the ceiling to fall.
Makarov was so frightened that he almost woke up from alcohol.
"Oh, isn't this the Speaker? What kind of wind brings you here?"
Makarov smiled, but felt a little thump in his heart.
It's over.
It must be those little brats who are causing trouble again.
"How dare you laugh?!"
Crawford in the light curtain was so angry that his beard was shaking. He held a report in his hand and slammed it on the table.
"Look at the good things your good guild has done!"
"Just yesterday! Fiore Kingdom in the west Eiffel City! completely disappeared!"
"Disappeared?"
Makarov blinked his eyes, looking confused.
"What do you mean disappeared? Was it moved away by the devil?"
"It was burned! It was burned to ashes! Even the foundation was melted!"
Crawford points to a magic photo in the background of the light curtain.
In the photo, what was supposed to be a majestic desert city has now turned into a huge, smooth, and steaming glaze pit.
Not to mention the city, not even an ant can be found.
"This is what Lu Chongwei and Mirajane did!"
Crawford roared:
"The two of them accepted the mission to defeat the Demon God, but what happened? The Demon God was dead! The Demon was expelled! There wasn't even a single casualty!"
"But! Where is the city?! The city lord cried and came to Magic Council to complain, saying that he just wanted to take back the city, not to turn it into a glass basin!"
"This is nonsense! It's an atrocity! It's a devastating blow to public property!"
There was dead silence in the guild.
Everyone looked at the photo with their mouths wide open.
"So... so amazing..." Natsu couldn't help but sigh.
"Has the map been changed?" Gray's mouth twitched.
Makarov looked at the big pit and felt his heart twitching.
He remembered Lu Chongwei's words before setting off. "Don't worry." He just wanted to go back in time and slap himself twice.
Don't worry? Don't worry!
"In view of the extremely bad social impact of this incident!"
Crawford took a deep breath and announced the verdict:
"Lu Chongwei and Mirajane have been forcibly detained by Magic Council! They are now being held at the Magic Council headquarters!"
"As for you, Makarov!"
"As the president of the guild, your supervision is inadequate! I order you to write a letter of repentance immediately!"
"Word count requirement: 100,000 words!"
"The content must be profound! It must be heart-wrenching! It must be handwritten! Even if it lacks a punctuation mark!"
"When will you finish writing it? When will you come to Magic Council with a letter of repentance to pick it up!"
After saying that, there was a pop and the light curtain disappeared.
Magic Crystal's light dimmed.
In the guild hall, only Makarov's stiff back was left.
"Ten... one hundred thousand words..."
Makarov murmured to himself, and the teacup in his hand slipped, Crush dropped with a clatter.
Two lines of clear tears flowed down his old cheeks.
"Those two bastard brats..."
"This is about cutting off my hand!!!"
Makarov let out a cry of grief and anger, and then slumped on the chair like a deflated rubber ball.
Erza stood aside, looking at the president who was about to cry without tears. The original jealousy in his heart dissipated a lot in an instant, and was replaced by a deep sympathy.
And... gloat.
"Deserved it."
Erza snorted and smiled.
"This is the price of running away."
In the next few days, a strange scene appeared in the Fairy Tail guild.
No matter day or night, no matter how noisy the guild is, a dim magic lamp is always lit in the innermost corner of the bar.
Makarov is lying on the table, writing furiously like a primary school student who is about to finish his summer vacation homework.
"A profound review of... the devastating blow to Eiffel City..."
Makarov was talking and writing, and his wrists were shaking.
At his feet were stacks of parchment covered with writing, as well as more crumpled up waste paper.
"That... president?"
Cana walked over cautiously and handed him a cup of coffee.
"You have been writing for three days and three nights, why don't you take a rest?"
Makarov raised his head.
Cana was shocked.
I saw that the old president had sunken eye sockets, dark circles as thick as a panda, an unkempt beard, and bloodshot eyes. He looked ten years older.
"Rest? There is no time to rest!"
Makarov grabbed the coffee and drank it in one gulp, his voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.
"Those two little bastards are still locked up at Magic Council! If I don't finish writing these 100,000 words, that damn bald guy Crawford will never let them go!"
"But..."
Cana looked at the thick pile of paper.
"That's already a lot, isn't it? It's not even 100,000 words yet?"
"I only wrote 80,000!"
Makarov scratched his hair frantically.
"I have been reflecting on my bedwetting since I was three years old! I really can't make it up anymore!"
"Lu Chongwei! Mirajane! You two wait for me! When you come back, I will deduct all ten years of your salary!"
Makarov While the Roar, I continued to write hard.
Finally, in the early morning of the fifth day.
As the last full stop falls.
"Write... finished!"
Makarov threw away the bald quill in his hand, raised the thick stack of repentance books, and looked up to the sky and screamed.
"I finally finished writing!!!"
The voice was full of bitterness and relief, making the listener sad and crying.
Two hours later.
Magic Council, ERA headquarters.
Makarov staggered into the hall with two huge dark circles under his eyes, holding the book of repentance thicker than a brick.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Makarov?"
A Frog Messenger wearing a red uniform and walking upright came up to him.
"You are finally here. Speaker, you have been waiting for a long time."
Makarov stuffed the confession book into the frog's arms and said angrily:
"Take it! One hundred thousand words! Not a word is too much! Take me to see those two troublemakers quickly!"
"Yes, yes, please come with me."
Frog Messenger carried the heavy letter of repentance and led Makarov through the long corridor.
"Makarov!"
At this moment, a short figure walked over from the side.
That is one of the members of Congress Magic Council and an old friend of Makarov, Yajima.
"Yajima!"