In the end, Makarov overruled the objections and rejected the proposal to strike back, then retreated to his office to sulk.
Naturally, everyone in the guild was dissatisfied. They all gathered on the first floor and loudly plotted in secret.
"That old man has gotten old! He has no fire left in him! He can actually put up with this!?"
"Exactly! What the hell is Phantom Lord!? How dare they come picking a fight with our guild! Isn't it just because they have lots of branches and lots of members? They're all a bunch of rotten fish and spoiled shrimp! What's there to fear!"
"If you ask me, since Phantom Lord dared to send Iron Dragon to cause trouble, we should send Natsu out to bite them to death!"
"Maybe we should hear what the S-Class wizards think. Where's Laxus? Oh, the Thunder God Tribe seems to be out on a job. They're not here. Then what does Aibo think?"
Aibo floated in the air and yawned. He had gone to bed late last night and gotten up early today, so he had not slept enough.
"Me? My suggestion is to kill every Phantom Lord member, chop off their heads, pile them into a mound of skulls, and place it in front of their guild hall. That way, all those stray cats and dogs who crawl out of nowhere won't dare provoke our guild again."
"???"
Even Natsu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Ahem, Aibo, isn't that... a little too extreme?"
Aibo shrugged. "See? I told you, but you don't want to do it. What else can we do?"
"Ahem, what does Erza think?"
Erza, who had been avoiding Aibo for several days, had shown up at the guild today as well. However, she seemed distracted. She had