Compared to the two fairies, Natsu is truly slaying a dragon!

[Just some good-for-nothing guy from his guild??]

What's going on? Is your guild trying to rule the world??

Grandma Auba clenched her fists tightly: "Old Ma, you don't need to say things that upset me."

"I, the Snake Princess Scale, am not a sore loser. This time, I guess I'm just unlucky!"

"Natsu is strong, I have nothing to say about that, but don't get too cocky, Old Ma!"

"One day, we will catch up!"

Makarov, holding a wine glass, laughed heartily.

"Then I'll be waiting for you, Ouba. If you can do it, come on!"

"Next time, if you win, I, Old Ma, will do a handstand and eat an 'Oli Gei' right here!"

Makarov, with his tail wagging in the air, casually made a boast.

There's nothing we can do; there's a monster like that within our guild.

[Speak with confidence!]

The key point is that no one dares to refute it!

At this moment, Makarov undoubtedly became the most hated person on the field.

Even Haku was speechless at the sight of his guild master.

The outcome of the competition is now completely decided.

Even Jura, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, was knocked down with a single slap.

[What younger generation? Who would dare to come up here and invite trouble?]

[Let alone the younger generation who were brought along, at this moment, even the guild leaders present probably wouldn't dare to fight Black Natsu.]

[If a junior is beaten, no matter how strong they are, it can still be described as a friendly spar between juniors.]

[What if an elder went down there and got beaten up...]

[I reckon this will be on the front page tomorrow.]

Those present couldn't afford to lose face.

The competition has ended.

The scene returned to a banquet, and the group started drinking, chatting, and joking around again.

However, the difference is that Henaz and Makarov have now become the undisputed focus of this banquet.

The younger generation surrounded Honatsu, their chatter irritating him.

The older generation gathered around Makarov, listening to his eloquent boasting.

Even...body

There are even more terrifying places.

That was when Henna, who was surrounded by the crowd, inadvertently caught Bob's gaze directed at him.

Um... it's very noticeable; it's completely different from before.

[Honatsu could clearly feel the burning intensity of that gaze!]

This discovery sent chills down Henatsu's spine.

[His expression appeared somewhat frightened.]

[Until! He saw it; Bob started walking this way!]

"Damn it!" Black Natsu cursed under his breath...

Chapter 189 The Battle for Black Natsu!

Henaz tried to escape, but the dense crowd completely blocked all possible escape routes.

And then, in the next moment.

A terrifying bear hug enveloped Henna.

[His chubby cheeks rubbed against Black Natsu's body.]

"Natsu! Since Makarov says you're no good in their guild, why don't you come join ours!"

Bob released Black Natsu, his eyes fixed intently on him.

[It even blinked a few times.]

[It's extremely disgusting to watch.]

Haku barely suppressed the urge to vomit.

Just as he was about to say something, Makarov couldn't sit still any longer.

"Hey! You bastard Bob!! I'm still here, how dare you steal my guild's treasure right in front of me?!"

[Makarov was enraged, and even his short legs seemed to unleash a speed beyond his capabilities.]

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Bob.

A pair of eyes stared intently at Bob.

"Oh dear~ But didn't Old Ma just say that such a genius is just a good-for-nothing in your guild?"

"Given our friendship, Old Ma, you shouldn't mind if we give this good-for-nothing talent to our guild, right?"

[Goldman, watching from a distance, also brightened up.]

He immediately came closer, nodding repeatedly.

"Yeah, yeah, Lao Ma, we've been through thick and thin together for so many years, you wouldn't refuse such a small request, would you?"

Hearing the words of these two shameless bastards, Makarov nearly fainted from anger.

"Get out! Get out!! Both of you, get out!"

"You have the nerve to talk about a life-or-death friendship? Is a life-or-death friendship just something you can use to poach my girlfriend??"

"In short, you should forget about this. I, Makarov, have lived a life of integrity and have treated the children in the community like my own."

"No matter how disappointing the child is, he's still a member of Fairy Tail, he's still my child! You all need to completely abandon this idea!"

[Makarov spoke with righteous indignation.]

However, this only earned him disdainful looks from the guild leaders.

[Are you, Makarov, truly upright and honest?]

[Come on, you just tricked everyone here, and you still have the nerve to say something like that!]

However, the farce has finally come to an end.

The banquet was drawing to a close.

A few old guys got together and made up a few incidents and goals to use when facing reporters later.

[This would allow them to explain just how difficult the discussions and how complex the debates were before they reached this conclusion.]

After all, the routine meetings are still organized and funded by the Council of Magic, and are held regularly to discuss any plans for the future development of the magical world, jointly proposed by the major guilds.

They have to give the outside world an explanation, don't they?

Despite spending several days—no, seriously discussing it—we only came up with one suggestion: to install a public restroom near each guild.

[Suggestions regarding the client's usage, etc.]

But at least we've reached an agreement, haven't we?

Outside the sky.

Yajima: "Makarov!! So this is what you guys did at every routine meeting back then??"

Doranbart: "This... seems like using public funds for leisure and entertainment!!"

Ultear: "Pfft! I felt something was off when I was still a councilor."

"These guys always request an alarming amount of funding for every routine meeting. Turns out, they've all spent it on eating, drinking, and having fun."

Gerald: "It's more than just a lot. Once I even received an application from them saying they wanted to change the regular meetings from once a year to once a month."

“I rejected it at the time.”

Makarov: "No, this wasn't just my idea, Xiaoya, why are you targeting me?!"

"Besides, didn't we already agree to defeat the Oración Seisakusho?"

Og, the second seat of the Magic Council: "That was an emergency council meeting, a meeting convened specifically to resolve the Oración Seis incident, so it wasn't a regular meeting."

Makarov: "..."

"Anyway, this isn't just my fault; everyone's involved!"

Goldman: "Who said that? It has nothing to do with me. I'm just a small guild, what right do I have to apply for funding? This was all Old Ma's doing!"

Bob: "Yes, yes, it was all Old Ma's doing, it has nothing to do with us."