"But with that, this year's Grand Magic Games have finally been decided." Feeling the terrible silence that followed the eruption in the arena, Yajima glanced over the spectators aboard the "War" Flare Corona. After the tremors, they were still staring anxiously at the enormous Magic Mirror. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the images of the devastated city, letting out a shaken breath with a wry smile.
"That fellow Achill really doesn't care how much it'll cost the Kingdom to repair the city afterward."
He shook his head with a bitter smile. He knew magic could soon restore the wrecked city completely, but even an idiot could imagine the staggering amount of magic power that would take. Who knew whether the Kingdom would dare let Achill into the city again after this? Even if they allowed him through the gates, they would probably ban him from all future Grand Magic Games. He certainly wouldn't get another spot!
Yajima seemed quite certain about some of the consequences that might follow this year's competition.
"And with the people Achill just cleared out of the arena, Fairy Tail now has an overwhelming lead in the overall standings. Even Lamia Scale and Mermaid Heel, tied for second, are nowhere near them in points—"
Turning toward the enormous Magic Monument projected in the air, Yajima shook his head and chuckled. "Heh, even if Mermaid Heel, who are still in the arena, defeated every member of Fairy Tail, they couldn't possibly close that gap now. All I can say is that the outcome is settled. No one can shake their position as the strongest in the country anymore—"
"Besides, how could anyone defeat the others with Achill there?!" Inside the Inn, the old man folded his arms and snorted smugly. "Remember,