At that thought, the fury in his heart burned even hotter! If he had not still been worried about Wendy and the others getting caught in the crossfire, he would have charged forward and fought that bastard head-on already—
"What's wrong? Has losing your trump card shaken you? If so, all I can say is..." Seeing Doranbolt's thunderous expression, Azuma continued in the same flat tone, "That supposed trump card of yours was so weak it was almost laughable. And with that painfully obvious ignorance and excessive, pointless confidence, just like those other pitiful fools, I really have to wonder how the mighty True God of Death ended up with such a weak, incompetent friend. It truly is beyond me..."
Wendy and the others were all startled by his words. From the information he had revealed, they had already begun to piece things together. Combined with what Mest had said earlier, it was clear that his infiltration and everything else had been planned together with Achill! Their goal was obvious, too. Apparently, the New Magic Council Members wanted to move against the Fairy Tail Guild, so he and Achill had arranged to put on a show for his superiors to protect Fairy Tail—
"Fine. Fine. Fine!" Doranbolt tore his trembling gaze away from the Magic Warships still belching thick smoke out at sea, repeating the word three times with a grim expression! He abruptly raised his head and fixed Azuma with an icy stare, then waved Wendy and the others back. His face cold and dark, he instructed them in a low voice, "Wendy, Carla, Pantherlily, fall back now. Preferably, stay at least a thousand meters away from here..."
"Why, Mest? Don't tell me... don't tell me you really mean to fight him alone?!" Wendy cried. "But you don't have