Fairy Tail, your king has returned!

The brilliant morning light of July often arrives early, spreading out diagonally and illuminating the entire Magnolia Town, naturally including the ever-energetic guild building.

But today, the Fairy Tail guild was different from usual, completely silent. Even the residents of Magnolia Town who passed by the guild couldn't help but steal a few glances, thinking to themselves.

If a child is quiet, they're definitely up to something.

Inside the Fairy Tail guild, with its doors tightly shut, Makarov stood on the bar, facing all the guild members, his face filled with grief.

The guild members sitting at the tables and chairs below the bar looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

What's wrong? Does Grandma Porlyusica not want the chairman anymore?

Lisanna nudged Mira and whispered, "Mira, why did the president call us over so early in the morning? The atmosphere was so scary!"

Mira, her brow furrowed, shook her head. Erza hadn't told her what had happened when she went to inform them to come over.

However, judging from the chairman's expression, this probably isn't a good sign.

Thinking of Hughes, who was away on a mission, Mira felt a little flustered.

Please don't let anything happen, Hughes!

"Bang!"

Makarov slammed his hand on the bar, startling everyone.

"Now that everyone is here, please listen to what I have to say!"

"Recently, Laxus and Hughes went out on a mission, and they..."

Upon hearing the name Hughes, Mira's heart skipped a beat. She immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "President, has something happened to Hughes?"

"Mira, I know you're anxious, but let me finish!"

Sitting in the front row, Natsu glared with his slanted eyes, breathing out crimson flames, his face full of anger. "Guild Master, has something happened to Laxus and Hughes? Who bullied them? I'm going to avenge them!"

Gray, who was sitting next to Natsu, also stood up, his body radiating a chilling aura.

"Clang!"

Erza drew her knight's sword from her waist, her eyes serious; she would not allow anyone in the guild to be harmed.

Macao, standing on a chair in the back row, his hands wreathed in purple flames, shouted, "Old man, what's the point of this meeting? Everyone, let's go and help Hughes and Laxus!"

"Macao is right. We should go and support them immediately, instead of holding this pointless meeting here."

"In my opinion, Macao is more suitable to be our guild leader!"

A cacophony of sounds arose, chattering and irritating the senses, causing Makarov's forehead to bulge rapidly with each passing minute detail.

Makarov:(▼Van▼#)

He hadn't even finished a complete sentence; what were these bastards thinking?

Last night, the Magic Council sent him a message that Hughes and Laxus had caused the destruction of Alon Island during a slaying mission.

Later, after investigation, the team found that the destruction of Alon Island had nothing to do with Laxus and Hughes; however, the higher-ups of the Magic Council still hoped that Makarov would remind the two of their duty as mages to protect the local area during missions.

Makarov agreed with the Magic Council; he had failed to properly educate Gildarts, which was why the scoundrel Gildarts always acted recklessly on missions, resulting in countless destructions even after the missions were completed.

Often, Gildarts's earnings from mission commissions weren't enough to cover the compensation.

So this morning, Makarov decided to use the incident involving Hughes and Laxus as an opportunity to give the guild's bastards a lesson.

Also, which bastard just said Macao is more suitable to be the guild leader than him?!

Makarov is the most competent guild master in the history of Fairy Tail!

Enraged, Makarov unleashed Giant Magic, his fist, as large as half a guild, slamming into the ground.

"Bang!"

The entire guild trembled instantly, and the noise subsided.

"Sit down properly, all of you, and let me finish before you speak," Makarov said angrily.

The crowd, who had just been furious, swallowed hard and sat down obediently.

Seeing that the guild had returned to silence, Makarov coughed twice, clearing his throat, and continued, "Recently, Laxus and Hughes went out on a mission. They were on Alon Island attacking the dark guild, ' Threads of Illusory Evil '."

"As a result, Laxus and Hughes actually..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The guild gates crashed to the ground, and Makarov could only utter one more sentence than before before his words came to an abrupt halt.

Makarov:... Can't a person even speak?!

Hughes yawned, then withdrew his right leg, muttering, "Why close the door in broad daylight? Is it because there are too many people coming to the guild to ask for quests lately?"

Upon hearing this, Makarov looked down at the draft in his hand, then glanced at the guild gate lying on the ground, and thought of the training session that had been interrupted by Hughes.

The anger that had just subsided suddenly flared up again; I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to stand it at all.

"Hughes, you bastard, couldn't you have come back a little later!"

"Damn, old man, you're serious!"

As the giant fist hurtled towards him, Hughes quickly transformed into his Elementalization to dodge Makarov's fist, which was two or three times larger than his entire body.

He then shifted his position, appearing behind Mira, scratched his head, and looked at everyone with a puzzled expression. "Who among you has angered this old man recently? Why is he so furious?"

Everyone shook their heads at the same time.

Natsu: "It wasn't me! I haven't been in any fights lately!"

Macao x Wakaba: "No one's complained to the guild about us harassing girls lately!"

"I never said that President Macao is more suitable to be president!"

Hughes shrugged. "That's just the old man going through menopause."

... Wait, who said the last sentence?

Forget it, whatever, I don't want to use my brain lately!

"Ha, I heard you teamed up with Hughes to take down the Dark Guild, Laxus?" Macao handed Hughes a glass of wine.

Hughes took the drink, downed it in one gulp, then sighed and began to recount the mission to them.

"You have no idea how dangerous this mission was. Luckily I was there, otherwise Laxus would have been reduced to ashes long ago."

At that time, several hundred members of the Threads of Illusory Evil launched a powerful invasion of Alon Island.

These dark mages took pleasure in killing. When we arrived at Alon Island, the entire island had already been slaughtered by them, sparing neither the old nor the children.

After slaughtering the island's inhabitants, they also desecrated the corpses, some of which were hung directly on trees to be exposed to the sun.

"Gogirde, the guild leader of the Threads of Illusory Evil, discovered us the moment we set foot on the island; relying on his treasure, the Threads of Sin, he severely injured Laxus, and then surrounded me with hundreds of his men!"

"Then Hughes, aren't you in danger..." Lisanna asked nervously.

Hughes gave her a thumbs up; she was a perfect straight man, the kind of person the Lisanna in the tavern loved most.

Hughes immediately adopted the mannerisms of a storyteller, signaling her to calm down. He picked up the cup in front of Mira, took a sip, and then used the cup as a gavel, slamming it down on the table.

He shouted, "Who am I? Why would I be afraid of them?" He immediately threw punches and fought against these hundreds of dark mages. He fought his way from the east side of Alon Island to the west side, and he destroyed half of the entire Alon Island.

If one dark mage comes, I'll kill one; if two come, I'll kill both.

Who can rise up and save this Alon Island, where wronged souls dwell...? I think it's only me, Hughes!

I fought them bare-handed, covered in blood, for most of the day, from day to night, without even blinking.

Finally, they wiped out everyone in the Threads of Illusory Evil, avenging the people of Alon Island.

"Hughes, you're amazing..." Lisanna, engrossed in Hughes's stories, looked at Hughes with great admiration.

Hughes, unashamed, readily accepted the praise, waving his hand to indicate it was nothing. "Let me tell you something else nice. When Laxus finally regained consciousness and saw my heroic figure, he prostrated himself in awe, thinking..."

Makarov stood on the bar, pulled out the Magic Council's investigation results from behind his back, and carefully reviewed them again, his expression gradually becoming strange.

No? Is that right?