Dark Magic Guild Grimoire Heart.
This was the meticulously crafted high platform by Precht, within which countless Lost Magic Grimoires, defined by the world, were condensed.
Precht sat quietly on his throne at this moment...
His gaze swept over the group of carefully selected youths standing before him.
Without exception, these youths all possessed powerful magical talent.
Each of them possessed the potential and formidable magical talent to become an S-Class Mage in a Light Magic Guild, or even beyond S-Class.
And, for these youths...
Precht was not only their teacher but also a savior-like existence.
Except for those children like Macbeth, who had gradually begun to have their values twisted under Brain's high-pressure teaching and were designated by Brain as the Six Demon Generals...
Most of the other youths gathered here had life trajectories similar to Mirajane and her siblings before joining Grimoire Heart.
Because they lacked a renowned teacher but had been blessed with heaven-sent talent! As a result, they couldn't control their overly strong talent, leading to their bodies being different from ordinary people! And they were ostracized by the mediocre people around them...
Some youths couldn't even get a full meal before joining Grimoire Heart; it was Precht who discovered them, redeemed them from the hands of those mediocre people, taught them how to control their talent, and guided them into the world of magic.
It was precisely for this reason that everyone present had an exceptionally strong sense of belonging to Grimoire Heart, especially Rustyrose, who was truly a show-off and regarded Grimoire Heart as his home.
"Hey! Sorano, are you interested in going for a drink with me later?!"
Rustyrose leaned towards Sorano, who was dressed very lightly, was only fifteen years old, and already showed a stunning figure, and said with a smile.
Hmm, at this moment, Rustyrose saw himself as incredibly handsome.
With his invincible looks, coupled with that stylish pompadour, wouldn't he easily win over these pretty girls with just a wave of his hand?!
"Not interested~"
"I only date people who are stronger than me."
"Come and ask me again when you surpass Captain Jellal~"
Sorano decisively rejected this youth who made her feel extremely uncomfortable, who, despite being only fifteen, already had the greasiness of a middle-aged man, making one want to punch him away. She then looked at Jellal, who was softly conversing with Precht, and spoke as such.
"Hehe!"
"That Jellal is a closet pervert too."
"I will surpass him sooner or later..."
In response, Rustyrose sneered. No one understood Jellal better than him.
After all, he and Jellal were roommates living in the same dorm.
So he knew Jellal's character very well!
Beneath that proper exterior was an extremely despicable soul...
This guy's level of show-off had reached a point where it couldn't be explained to outsiders.
For example, Jellal often went completely naked in the dorm...
Although, purely in terms of looks, Rustyrose admitted that Jellal was slightly handsomer than him, but only by a tiny bit.
"Jellal, next, you will select four people from the Purgatory Kin and go with them to the Fiore Kingdom to take over Phantom Lord from Josef Porla."
"From today onwards, you will be the public face of our Grimoire Heart!
"I want you to obtain the title of Saint Ten Wizard granted by the Magic Council ERA within the shortest possible time."
"From now on, our Grimoire Heart will not only dominate all darkness on the Ishgar continent but also join forces with Fairy Tail to become the pinnacle of light on the Ishgar continent!"
Precht told Jellal his thoughts.
Of course, Jellal had no right to object, because this was not a discussion, but an order.
"Join forces with Fairy Tail to dominate the world?!"
"Do we need to come clean with Fairy Tail?"
Jellal was stunned for a moment, then looked at Precht and asked.
"No need!"
"If you encounter members of the Fairy Tail Guild during your mission, there's no need to intentionally show deference! Competition is still necessary!"
"Jellal, remember this saying: Born of sorrow, die in comfort!"
"We must have a flock mentality..."
Precht said this, glancing at the "Medivh's Poetry Collection" by his hand.
Although Medivh always wrote some meaningless things.
But using words from "Medivh's Poetry Collection" to show off was still very interesting.
Ahem...
"Understood."
Jellal, upon hearing this, bowed slightly to Precht as a sign of respect.
"Alright, you may go!"
"Don't disappoint me..."
"I have high hopes for you, Jellal."
Precht said, waving his hand at Jellal and the others. He wanted to continue his research into the deep abyss of magic, and as a top researcher, he couldn't relax for a moment.
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