In stark contrast to the lively bustle at Fairy Tail, the inn where Sabertooth was staying was utterly subdued.
After repeated defeats and the loss of their strongest fangs one after another, all of Sabertooth was shrouded in gloom.
In the spacious inn lobby, Jiemma sat in the seat of honor, his expression dark as a storm. Opposite him, the members of Sabertooth stood trembling with apprehension. Silence filled the room.
"Speak! Tell me what the hell happened this time!" Staring at the wary guild members before him, Jiemma abruptly slammed his palm against his chair and rose! Under the force of that blow, the broad chair beneath him instantly exploded into flying splinters!
"Well?! Say something! Why is our mighty Sabertooth being trampled by some trash guild that crawled out of nowhere?! And for two whole days at that!" The anger he had suppressed for two days erupted from his chest without restraint! Jiemma roared, "Where has your strength gone?! Where has all your pride gone?! Where did you throw away the dignity of our strongest guild?!"
"Again and again! Again and again! Ever since the preliminaries, you've been dragging our title as the strongest through the mud!" Pointing at Sting and the others, who stood with their heads lowered in silence, Jiemma bellowed, "Count them! Count them yourselves! From the beginning until now, how many times have you disgraced our title as the strongest?!"
**"In the preliminaries, you let a team from a trash guild climb straight over our heads! And in yesterday's competitive event, that bastard called the True God of Death controlled the entire match! Rufus, where has your strength gone?! Just because his magic counters yours, all you can do is flee like a beaten dog from that bastard called the True God of Death?!