Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

Another phantom appeared, a member of the Spectres, holding a knife, about to stab!

"Asshole, stop!"

Makarov was shocked; in that instant, he was caught off guard!

A green shadow appeared silently behind him!

"How tragic!"

Suddenly appearing behind Makarov was a tall, strong man with his eyes covered by a white cloth, crying loudly—Alia, the leader of the four elements!

"A great mage is about to fall!"

Aria casts a spell; he possesses powerful magic that can drain all of an enemy's magic!

not good!

Makarov was shocked, but it was too late to dodge!

At this point, Joseph laughed and said, "To toy with you, to win in an easier way, and to witness your downfall—that's a good victory too!"

The light of magic enveloped Makarov!

Right at this dangerous moment!

'boom'

There was a gunshot.

The magic was interrupted.

Aria was horrified. He covered his pierced hand and quickly jumped away from behind Makarov to avoid being punched to death by the Tenth Saint when he regained his senses.

“Yeflit.” Makarov looked at the person who had entered through the doorway in surprise.

Yefried leaned against the doorframe, looking unusually disheveled.

He held a gun in one hand and clutched his chest with the other, panting heavily.

Despite not being physically strong, he rushed over as fast as he could after sensing the clash of powerful magic from the two guild leaders.

They finally succeeded in preventing Makarov from being assassinated!

"Breathe—breathe—"

Yevlit adjusted her breathing.

He shook his head.

Because of this strenuous exercise, my blood pressure spiked, and my already aching head hurt even more.

He adjusted his glasses, walked slowly to the president's side, looked at Joseph and Aria, and said in a calm tone, "Two against two."

“Ah, what a pity.” Joseph’s tone was full of regret. “We can’t win easily now, Makarov. You really have a great successor.”

Chapter 32, The Uninvited Guest

'boom'

Joseph's magic erupted.

Aria also turned his face towards Yefrit. Although his eyes were covered, Yefrit felt that he was being locked onto by the other's "gaze".

Yefried adjusted her glasses, preparing for battle.

A fierce battle was about to break out.

Just now.

Yefried frowned slightly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The familiar, repulsive sound of crying.

An old man quietly walked into the middle of the battlefield.

With messy white hair and no beard, he was crying as sadly as Aria, dressed in a white priest's robe, and carrying a large black coffin on his back.

He held a brown-covered book in his left hand and wiped away tears with his right.

"Waaah, don't fight! We should love peace. The world is so beautiful, and we should protect it with peace, not fight."

Both sides looked at the uninvited guest.

"Please don't fight, don't betray peace," the old man cried, his words earnest.

Joseph looked at the other man and smiled. "Puden, why have you come here?"

Puten cried and said, "I came to stop it because I heard arguing. Mr. Joseph, Mr. Makarov, don't argue, don't fight, you should love peace."

“You saw it too,” Joseph said with a smile. “They attacked my guild. I was just protecting myself. If you really want to maintain peace, you should protect me.”

"Is that so?" Puten looked at Makarov and Yefrit with his eyes filled with murky tears. His eyes paused for half a second when he looked at Yefrit.

“Of course.” Joseph said, feigning grievance, “Look at my guild, they’re about to tear it down.”

"Then, Fairy Tail, Guild Master Makarov, can you please stop this terrorist attack? As a member of the Guild Alliance, you should not trample on peace like this!"

Puten looked at Makarov, his tone pleading, but his tearful eyes revealed a strangely terrifying look.

“Three against two,” Joseph said to Yevlith with a smug smile.

“Puden,” Yefrit began, “would you like to see your back?”

After speaking, Yefrit took a step forward, and her magical power rapidly spread outward, causing even the air to vibrate slightly. Everyone in the Ghost Guild felt as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss, and fear rose involuntarily in their hearts.

“Yefrit?” Natsu looked up at the upstairs in the hall and said blankly, “I can smell his mood, it’s terrible.”

"When did he arrive?" Gray asked, puzzled.

"So the unease I had just sensed was really Yefrit's arrival." Erza frowned slightly.

"Yeflit, don't be impulsive!" Makarov waved his hand to stop Yeflit behind him.

Joseph's strength was not much different from his.

Once the two of them start fighting, Yefrit will be facing both Aria and Puten at the same time.

Aria is alright, but if it were a one-on-one fight, Yefrit would definitely beat him.

But this Puden is no weaker than the Ten Saints, so we absolutely cannot be careless!

Moreover, Puten is definitely an extremely difficult enemy to deal with, especially his magic, which is a type that Yefrit finds quite challenging to handle!

It's a pity that Laxus and several other S-rank guild members weren't in the guild, otherwise we wouldn't have suffered such a loss this time!

This matter can only be addressed for now.

“What you said is terrifying,” Putden said, crying.

The attack came suddenly; a sharp spike emerged from the ground, heading straight for Yefrit's face with incredible speed!

Makarov, who had been on guard, reached out and blocked it without hesitation.

but

The giant's hand was pierced by the earth spike, and the blood-stained horn was less than ten centimeters from Yefrit's eye.

'Boom'

Makarov crushed the ground spikes with force.

Yefrit's expression changed slightly as she said, "President, you know I'm the most slippery one; he couldn't possibly hurt me."

“But, Yevlit,” Makarov said without turning his head, “it is a parent’s instinct to protect their child from harm.”

Yefried remained silent.

Makarov withdrew his bloodied left hand, looked at Joseph, and said solemnly, "I will submit my opinion to the council and await a fair judgment."

"Yeflit, let's go."

After saying that, Makarov turned around.

"You think you can just leave like that?" Joseph laughed.

"Don't provoke a lioness nursing her cubs!" Makarov suddenly turned around and stared intently at Joseph.

Joseph's smug smile froze, and a bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

There's still a little time left!

Now is definitely not the time to completely provoke Makarov!

He had previously planned a sneak attack, and taking down Makarov without taking any damage was the best option.

If he couldn't defeat him, he really didn't want to fight Makarov to the death today, even if Puten would help. He didn't want to risk his life or his future magical career by taking down a reckless Tenth Saint.

Moreover, he didn't trust Putin. Putin wasn't his ally; he was a lunatic, and he wouldn't place his hopes on someone like that.

"."

Makarov left with Yefrit, and neither Joseph nor Puten said another word.

"President?"

The Fairy Tail members all looked at Makarov with suspicion.

"Let's halt the war for now. We've already wounded quite a few of their men, and many of our own are injured. Now, let the council judge us. They will give us justice," Makarov said.

Although he himself did not believe that the group could make any useful decisions, he needed a reason, at least, not to continue fighting today.

That Puden is a troublesome character, and his magic is extremely dangerous, capable of crippling or killing at any moment. It's hard to say whether we can continue fighting.

"Yes—" The crowd was somewhat displeased, but they didn't say anything.

The Ghosts' mid-level combat strength is very strong, not much different from theirs, and they have the advantage of having more people.

None of their S-rank members were present, and now the chairman's hand was injured.

Continuing the fight would be very disadvantageous for them!

"President, Lucy has been captured," Erza said.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already found out where Lucy is.” Yefrit’s voice reached everyone’s ears.