"Oh-ho~" His eyebrows rose involuntarily as Bacchus studied the little girl sprawled on the ground with interest. A barely perceptible flash of viciousness crossed his eyes. "So you're the True God of Death's adopted daughter? Heh, Angel~ That's quite a lovely name."
"Awoo..." Shaking the dust off her face, Angel hugged her beloved pet, puffed out her cheeks, and drew a breath. Her prone body began to wobble upward, floating off the ground again.
But barely had she straightened up in midair and set both feet on the ground than, before she could steady herself and take a step forward, her left foot accidentally stepped on her right. With a smack, she tripped herself and fell flat again...
"..." Silence fell over the arena... Everyone watched Angel's embarrassing tumble, unsure whether to laugh or cry. You little idiot! Who walks by moving both feet at once? Do you think you're a kangaroo? It would be a miracle if you didn't trip like that...
"..." In Fairy Tail's spectator area, Makarov's aged face had become one enormous picture of dismay. He was beyond even making a sarcastic comment. What happened to that incredible strength? What happened to being as powerful as an S-Class Mage?!
"You can do it, Angel!" A certain little girl with a cowlick sat on the railing, swinging her bare feet and waving excitedly as she cheered Angel on.
You can't toy with people like this, First Master!!! Makarov truly wanted to shout those words at the sight. But considering that actually shouting them would probably leave him having to soothe a child afterward— ahem, the First Master—he wisely abandoned the idea.
"Is this really going to be all right, Nameless?" Erza stood restlessly in place, watching Angel, who still hadn't managed to get up. Her face full