When Aibo teleported back to the guild, he found that no one looked very good.
Seeing Aibo appear, Erza hurried over and asked, "Aibo? How is the master?"
"I sent him to Grandma Porlyusica's. The master isn't seriously hurt, but his magic power was drained. He's temporarily lost his ability to fight."
"What!? His magic power was drained? How was that even possible?"
After thinking for a moment, Aibo explained, "It was a special kind of magic. It requires an extremely profound mastery of wind elements, and it also incorporated a type of magic I'd never seen before. Still, as long as you avoid it, you're fine. The master was caught off guard."
Aibo looked frustrated. "Sigh, my fault. I thought the master would steamroll them all, but I let my guard down and he actually got ambushed by some nobody—I guess I put too much faith in magic power—"
Aibo realized he had fallen into a misconception. He had thought that in this world, where magic power was everything, a huge gap in magic power meant gimmicks were useless. Yet there was actually some sinister magic that could instantly empty someone else's magic reserves.
I got careless. Didn't dodge. That's on me.
"W-What do we do now!? How can we beat Jose without the master!? He's one of the Ten Wizard Saints!"
"Can we find Gildarts!? If Aibo teleports Dad back now, it should still be in time, right!?"
"If we could find him, we'd have done it already!? We should contact Laxus instead!"
The pessimistic ones had already started losing heart. "Damn it! Do we have no choice but to surrender? But who exactly is the Heartfilia family's young lady? Do we even have someone like that in our guild?"
"Idiot! How could we surrender!? That bastard wants