"Hehe, Achill really is working hard~" Sitting barefoot on the railing, Mavis suddenly giggled, though it was unclear what she meant.
"He can't help it. That's just the kind of person he is. He tries to shoulder everything he can himself." Makarov nodded in heartfelt agreement. "Even when he holds back because he wants to give others a chance to grow, he still tones things down to a level they can just about handle, so they can train and improve without facing too much danger. That's the kind of man he is..."
"But you have to admit, that makes him very dependable, doesn't it?" The stray tuft on Mavis's head bobbed as she smiled and swung her feet.
You're surprisingly dependable yourself, First Master. No, I suppose I should say that's only to be expected of the First Master. Marveling inwardly—and feeling relieved—that this shameless woman could occasionally be serious, Makarov smiled and nodded.
"Meow~" The white feline sprawled on the little girl's head gave a bored yawn, then rolled onto its back and went on sleeping.
The surrounding spectators had already cast more than a few amazed glances their way. After all, they couldn't see the little girl with the stray tuft, the First Master. All they could see was a white cat floating in midair in a sleeping pose, apparently quite comfortable!
But when they remembered that a blue cat nearby—Happy—was flying around and could even talk, they all took it in stride.
"A-all right! Achill of the Ten Wizard Saints certainly lives up to his reputation as the True God of Death, one of the great powers of our age—" Pumpkin Man wiped the cold sweat from his chin. Looking at Achill, who had already returned to Fairy Tail's spectator area and was sitting with his eyes