Early the next morning, inside the Fairy Tail guild.
It was breakfast time, and a huge table in the hall was covered with fragrant, delicious food. The Fairy Tail members gathered around it and dug in!
"As always, today really is another wonderful day~" Makarov sighed contentedly after gulping down a large tankard of beer. "A fresh, beautiful morning like this, paired with such a lovely, delicious breakfast—life really is endlessly wonderful. By the way, Mira, your cooking has improved quite a bit again! Yes, yes, praise well deserved~"
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Master." Mira smiled and accepted his praise without hesitation.
"But there's one thing I don't understand. With a perfect breakfast like this, I ought to be enjoying myself and feeling all warm and cozy!" Makarov shook his head and continued, "What I really don't understand is, at such a heartwarming breakfast, with everyone in our guild gathered around one table like one big, bustling family, why—" His expression suddenly changed!
"Why is this bastard here?!!!"
Everyone followed Makarov's gaze. Sitting beside Erza, Achill, dressed in a white robe, was furiously gnawing on a whole roast pig over a meter long.
Achill polished off the roast pig in a few bites without so much as glancing at Makarov. Then he grabbed two enormous legs from some unidentified animal off the table and went right back to gnawing away, calmly concentrating on his food as though he hadn't heard a word...
"..." At the sight, Makarov's aged face instantly turned thunderous!
"Bastard! Don't ignore me! I'm talking to you!" Finally reaching the end of his patience, Makarov lunged over, grabbed Achill by the collar, and roared, "Why are you here? What are you doing here?! Why are you here again?! Bastard! Haven't you already founded a guild?!