"No matter who it is!"
"If you can hear what I'm saying now, then hurry and save this world!"
"The Fiore Kingdom is about to be destroyed because of this…"
Makarov was really on the verge of tears.
Gildarts, known as the strongest in the west of the Ishgar continent, VS Ur, who returned from training, VS Medivh, who stepped into the 'Non-Human' realm…
If these three monsters fought, wouldn't the country be destroyed?!
This was the greatest threat since the founding of the Fiore Kingdom.
"By the way, if the Fiore Kingdom is destroyed, do I still need to pay compensation?"
"Probably not?!"
"After all, the country is gone, and the king doesn't exist…"
"In that case, it seems pretty good."
"Heh heh heh…"
Makarov's thoughts opened up, and he spoke softly.
At this moment, Makarov was repeatedly hopping in front of the abyss's gate…
"Hey! Old man, your thoughts seem very dangerous!"
In response, the tourists protected by Makarov broke out in cold sweat, as they seemed to witness the birth of the world's strongest and darkest Magic Guild.
"What are you doing?!"
"Stop it right now! Are you trying to destroy the entire town?"
Just as Medivh, Gildarts, and Ur were facing off against each other, a man who looked like a frog and was wearing a Magic Council uniform appeared beside Medivh and the others at some point, shouting nervously.
"Hmm?"
Upon seeing this, Medivh and the others immediately retracted the magic they had released.
"You are?"
Medivh looked at the newcomer, with a hint of 'ill intent' in his eyes.
Well, Medivh was wary of every Magic Council member.
"Can't you tell?"
"I am a staff member of the Magic Council."
The frog-headed man pointed to his uniform and said loudly.
"Of course I know you are a staff member of the Magic Council…"
"I mean, what exactly are you doing here at our Fairy Tail Guild?"
Medivh raised an eyebrow and asked the frog-head.
"Hmph! Do you think I want to be here?"
The frog-head snorted disdainfully upon hearing this, then pulled out a golden appointment letter and said loudly: "According to the discussions of the Magic Council Chairman and the Council members. It has been finally decided to grant Magician Ul Milkovich of the Magician Guild Fairy Tail the seat of the Saint Ten Wizard, Fourth Seat! We hope Magician Ur will continue to work hard in her training, serving as an example for all Magicians on the Ishgar continent, to eliminate evil and uphold 'justice'."
"Huh?!"
After the frog-head finished speaking, everyone present was stunned.
Neither Gildarts nor Medivh, not even Makarov, had expected that this frog-head from the Magic Council had come to bestow the title of Saint Ten Wizard upon Ur.
"Fourth Seat?"
Ur was somewhat incredulous…
She had never expected that she could rank so high among the 'Ten Wizard Saints'.
Yes, Ur didn't seem very surprised about being nominated for the 'Ten Wizard Saints'; what surprised her was that her ranking among the 'Ten Wizard Saints' was so high.
"It was Hibern, the First Seat of the 'Ten Wizard Saints', Ulfheim, the Second Seat, and Warrod, the Third Seat, who vouched for you with their reputations, declaring that your strength is fully capable of holding the position of the Saint Ten Wizard' current Fourth Seat."
The frog seemed to have noticed Ur's confusion and explained.
"So it was the three seniors."
Ur then showed a look of sudden realization upon hearing this.
"Oh, Ur, have you met those three seniors already?"
Medivh looked at Ur and asked in confusion. "Yes."
"I met them when I was training with Senior Warrod."
Ur nodded gently and explained.
"In that case, everything makes sense."
Medivh finally understood.
At this moment, God Serena, who would later be the First of the 'Ten Wizard Saints', was probably still training in some godforsaken place! It made sense for Ur to rank Fourth among the 'Ten Wizard Saints'.
"Speaking of which, Medivh…"
"The reason I could enter the Saint Ten Wizard is thanks to you."
At this moment, Ur thought of something, and she looked at Medivh and spoke softly.
"Thanks to me? Why?"
Medivh asked, puzzled.
"Because, after you 'left', the Council seems to have credited me with all the achievements of defeating Deliora and destroying the Magic Development Bureau to rescue the children, so I owe you an apology."
Ur looked at Medivh and explained.
"It's fine, it's fine…"
"I never care about these false reputations."
Medivh said very generously.
"Is that so? Then I'm relieved."
Ur said, making a slow sigh of relief.
"This is a congratulatory gift specially sent to you by the Magic Council and the Royal Family of the Fiore Kingdom, a total of ten million J. We hope you will accept it."
Then, this frog-faced man handed Ur a magic bank card worth ten million J.
"I suddenly realized that I actually care quite a bit about these false reputations."
Medivh looked at the bank card in Ur's hand and said enviously.
"So next…"
The frog said, looking at Makarov beside him, and asked coldly: "May I ask who is Makarov, the Master of the Fairy Tail Guild?!"
"I am! I'm here…"
Makarov immediately put down all the tourists he was holding, and he looked at the frog-head belonging to the Magic Council in front of him, speaking excitedly.
Apparently, Makarov thought he would also receive praise.
"Take him away!"
After confirming Makarov's identity, the frog tilted his head slightly towards the soldiers behind him.
"Excuse me, please come with us."
As he spoke, the soldiers immediately stepped forward, put handcuffs and leg restraints on Makarov, and escorted him into a nearby carriage.
"Eh?!"
After Makarov entered the carriage, he slowly came to his senses, realizing that he seemed to have been arrested.
"Then, farewell, everyone!"
"Of course, I hope we never meet again."
After taking Makarov away, the frog-head bowed deeply to Medivh and the others, and threatened them.
"Goodbye, our dear Guild Master!"
"We wish you a speedy release!"
As for Medivh, Ur, and Gildarts, they watched as the carriage dispatched by the Magic Council, specifically for detaining Makarov, gradually moved away, waving goodbye to their great Master, and shouted loudly, as if afraid Makarov couldn't hear them.
"You little brats, you just wait until I get back from the Magic Council, then I'll deal with you!"
In response, Makarov, sitting inside the carriage, shouted angrily.
Yes, a world where only Makarov was injured was born.
The Ur picture from the previous chapter was gone, there are bad people among the masses.
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