Ye Chuan began trying to master the higher-tier necromancy and spatial magic he had inherited from Ainz Ooal Gown.
Although his Inheritance Progress still prevented him from freely creating Death Knights or Death Lords as the true Sorcerer King could.
Summoning a few high-tier skeleton soldiers or immensely strong zombies to serve as sparring partners for his training, however, was well within his abilities.
A few days later, a letter from the Magic Council, worded with the utmost respect, arrived at the Fairy Tail guild.
In the letter, the Magic Council solemnly announced that, to promote peaceful exchanges among the guilds and reestablish which guild was the strongest in the Fiore Kingdom, it would revive the grand magic festival that had been suspended for years-
The Grand Magic Games.
Furthermore, Fairy Tail's performance over the past year had been so astonishing that it had already inspired fear and unease among the other guilds, and even the citizens of the entire kingdom.
Therefore, in a tone that bordered on pleading, the Magic Council recommended that Fairy Tail make certain to participate in the Grand Magic Games to demonstrate its so-called friendliness.
Looking at the letter of recommendation that a worried Makarov handed him, Ye Chuan merely gave a disdainful sneer.
"They certainly make it sound nice."
"Aren't they just afraid my power will spiral completely out of control, so they want to put me on a stage with everyone's eyes on it and have the whole world monitor me?"
"What a boring little game."
"Ye Chuan, my boy, what do you think about this..."
Makarov looked at Ye Chuan, helplessness written all over his wrinkled face.
He knew that Fairy Tail was now, in name, the strongest guild in the entire kingdom, and even the entire continent.
But that very title