"His presence has completely vanished? Damn it!" Standing atop the tallest building in the coastal city, Achill scanned the bustling crowds below and muttered through gritted teeth, "Bastard! If you weren't Fairy Tail's current guild master, I'd slaughter you!"
He had just spent more than two hours meticulously searching the city, yet, to his utter disappointment, he had found not so much as a trace of that man! Clearly, his quarry had anticipated this and fled the city long ago!
At the thought, fierce flames seemed to blaze in Achill's eyes! He wanted nothing more than to charge straight over, drag out that damned old man—Makarov—who had dared interfere with him, and beat him senseless!
But clearly, that could only remain a delightful fantasy. Leaving aside whether someone with the formidable strength of one of the Ten Wizard Saints would be so easy to thrash, his position as a wizard guild master alone forced Achill to reluctantly abandon that delightful idea...
It wasn't as though he feared some guild master or other. If it had been the master of an unrelated Mage guild, he would have killed him without a second thought! There would have been nothing to worry about! But that fellow named Makarov just had to be Fairy Tail's guild master!
That made things rather tricky. After all, the people he cared about—Erza, Mira, Le Qi, and Mystogan—were all Fairy Tail Mages! If he accidentally killed their beloved guild master, he would be in serious trouble! He would never be able to face them again...
So, no matter how furious he felt, Achill could only swallow his anger and let Makarov off for their sake...
Come to think of it, he hadn't realized before that Makarov was Fairy Tail's guild master! After all, he had never met Makarov,