"Gray and Elfman are also very powerful! Gajeel and Juvia are also very strong! If everyone participates, who will win the championship!? I am so excited just thinking about it!"
"Of course it's me!" Natsu punched the palm of his hand with an excited smile on his face.
Lucy helplessly held his forehead and sighed:
"I really can't stand you boys, why are you so obsessed with being competitive... I don't want my peers to have to rank each other, everyone is great, isn't that great?"
Happy put away his hands, hugged them in front of his chest, and squinted his eyes at her:
"But Lucy, you were still eager to try Fairy Tail Miss Selection Contest just now~"
Lucy's smile froze on his face.
The next second, she grabbed Happy, pinched its soft face with both hands and pulled it to both sides. "That, that is for life! The nature is completely different!!"
"Pffrrrrrr--Lucy is so angry again..."
Amidst the noisy voices of everyone, Blanc gradually put away his smile and fell into deep thought.
According to memory, the day of the Miss Fairy Tail Contest competition was the day when Laxus launched the guild civil war.
But now that he and Gildarts are in the guild, Laxus shouldn't be so confused that he starts a civil war, right?
If Laxus still launches a civil war, Blanc has no idea how he can win.
You shouldn't be so stubborn...
But then he thought about it, even if there was no civil war involving Blanc and Gildarts in the original work, the combat power of the four Laxus was actually not enough to compete with the entire guild. They relied entirely on hostages to threaten others to kill each other, and trap restrictions.
Blanc has a memory base and knows what tricks Laxus may use, so he can take precautions in advance, but Laxus doesn't know that Blanc knows.
Thinking about it this way, there is a possibility that Laxus may have an iron head, and Blanc is going to pay more attention to it in the near future.
But even if we successfully prevent Laxus from starting a civil war, it may not necessarily be a good thing.
Without this process of letting Laxus realize his inner feelings, it would be the end if he was kept in a corner and unable to get out.
But we can't let Laxus run wild, what should we do about this matter...
Blanc stood aside quietly, looking at Happy and Lucy who were trying to undermine each other, with unclear thoughts in his eyes.
A few days later, Magnolia was on the street.
There are only a few days left before the annual Harvest Festival, and the whole town is in full swing.
Strings of colorful flags were hung between the eaves of every house, and the signs "Magnolia Harvest Festival" were posted on the lintels of every shop.
Several children ran past the street corner carrying paper fairy wings, and the streets were filled with laughter and laughter.
Blanc followed Makarov and Mira obediently, with his hands covered with large and small shopping paper bags and a roll of colorful fabric that was taller than the others.
Mira held a long shopping list in his hand. Every time he passed a store, he would stop, cross off a line, and hang the newly purchased items on his body.
Blanc tried to protest. "Mira, I feel like my hands have..."
"Huh?" Mira stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly, and made a very threatening nasal sound.
"... It's quite empty." Blanc immediately changed his words.
"Humph." Mira snorted and turned away, but immediately turned around with a smile, took half of the paper bag from Blanc's hand and held it in his arms. "I'm just kidding you, thank you for your hard work."
Blanc was stunned and smiled helplessly.
Makarov, who was walking at the front, was obviously in a good mood. He was also holding a basket of fabrics in his hands.
Along the way, I kept saying hello warmly to the shopkeepers I knew well on the street. From time to time I stopped to touch the newly hung lanterns and nodded with satisfaction.
"Guild Master! We are looking forward to this year's Magical Parade!" The proprietress of the fruit stand waved from a distance.
"Hoho, don't worry! That is a parade that Fairy Tail is proud of, and it will surely be an eye-opener for everyone this year!"
After saying hello, Guild Master happily looked at the scene where every household was busy decorating holiday decorations, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh, Harvest Festival's festive atmosphere is so strong!"
"Yes, at this time of year, the atmosphere in the town is particularly good." Mira looked at the colorful flags flying above his head, his eyes curled into crescents.
Makarov continued, "Harvest Festival But Magnolia is the busiest day of the year. Even tourists from other places will come here specially."
Looking at Guild Master who was as excited as a child in front of him, Blanc felt a little worried in his heart.
Thinking of what might happen, I was a little afraid that he would become extremely happy and sad. Blanc lifted the fabric in his arms and said tentatively:
"On such a lively day, maybe Laxus will come to participate."
Makarov smiled for a moment.
His brows wrinkled little by little, and the hand holding the basket tightened unconsciously.
"... Don't mention that bastard."
After saying these words, Makarov quickened his pace a little irritably and walked straight forward.
Mira quietly turned around and glanced at Blanc, with a bit of worry in his eyes. Blanc shrugged and wisely did not continue the topic.
The three of them walked through another intersection, and suddenly there was a burst of chaotic and rapid footsteps in front of them.
"Give way! Please give way!!"
The originally crowded crowd hurriedly dispersed to both sides. Then, several familiar figures rushed out of the crowd and ran desperately on the street.
The person leading the way was a petite blue-haired figure with an anxious look on her face. She was none other than Levy.
Jet, who was running wildly behind her, was carrying a man with his head hanging down helplessly, and his long black hair was messy. Troy was carefully protecting him from the side to avoid collision.
That was Gajeel. There were several burnt marks on his clothes. His body was limp and paralyzed, and he had obviously fallen into a complete coma.
Seeing this extremely strange picture, Mira and Makarov Guild Master's expressions instantly became serious.
"Levy!" Blanc frowned, full of doubts, and quickly raised his voice to stop them.
Levy and the other two suddenly stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and saw Makarov and the others. He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been rescued, and quickly ran over with Gajeel.
"Guild Master! Mira! Blanc! Great... you are here..." Levy was panting as he ran.
"Levy, calm down, what happened?" Makarov quickly walked up to him and asked in a deep voice.
"Gajeel... he was injured and passed out to protect me... we..."
Levy As he was running all the way, he started breathing heavily before he could say a few words.
"Don't worry, take a breath first, I'll go check on Gajeel first."
Blanc put the things in his arms on the ground, frowned and walked to Jet, stretched out his hand to activate the magic, a soft emerald green magic circle lit up in his palm, and a few strands of Vines gently wrapped around Gajeel's arm.