"It's fine, go ahead and speak. Pick the worst things to say. If you satisfy me with your answer, not only will I not harm you, but I'll even reward you."
Marco ignored Mystogan, smiling as he encouraged the man before him.
The man was dressed in a rather Indigenous-inspired style—was this the local traditional attire?
"The... the worst..."
The middle-aged man swallowed hard, seemingly hesitating about whether to speak.
"If you don't talk, I'll kill you."
Marco's expression instantly shifted, his smile vanishing as he issued a vicious threat.
"You single-handedly slaughtered dozens of Magic Guilds! You spared no one!"
Under Marco's threat, the middle-aged man shouted loudly, trembling all over, his heart filled with terror.
After all, the person before him was a god of slaughter, his hands stained with untold amounts of blood.
And he didn't just kill Mages—ordinary people were not spared either.
"He's that impressive?"
Marco was taken aback, genuinely surprised.
He hadn't expected the version of himself from the world of "Edolas" to possess such strength.
In fact, Marco hadn't even anticipated that there would be another version of himself in this world. Shouldn't he be one of a kind?
After all, he wasn't originally part of the story of Fairy Tail.
Where did this "Edolas Marco" come from?
Of course, there was no need to voice these questions. Marco himself couldn't figure it out, so naturally, no one else would know.
"You really are strong..."
The middle-aged man chimed in, and this time he meant it sincerely.
Without considerable strength, it would be impossible to earn such a fearsome reputation.
"Why did I destroy the Magic Guilds?"
Marco continued his questioning, though he already had some suspicions—it must be related to the depletion of magical power.
"It was the king's order..."
The middle-aged man stole a glance at Marco, his eyes now filled with confusion, as if wondering what Marco was really up to.
Marco turned to look at Mystogan.
Not only was the middle-aged man bewildered, but Marco himself was also puzzled.
Mystogan didn't know "Edolas Marco," yet "Edolas Marco" was working for the king—did that make any sense?
"I really don't know..."
Mystogan shook his head, answering with certainty, his eyes also brimming with confusion.
The situation was becoming increasingly bizarre.
"Maybe it happened in the last few years."
Marco nodded, not doubting Mystogan.
Mystogan had left "Edolas" five or six years ago—plenty of time for many things to happen.
Since Mystogan had little knowledge of these events, it was normal for him to be completely in the dark.
"Have all the Magic Guilds been destroyed?"
Marco turned back to the middle-aged man and continued his questioning.
"N-no, there's still one guild left."
At this question, the middle-aged man's expression clearly showed struggle, as if he didn't want to reveal any related information.
This was naturally noticed keenly by Marco, who thought it was quite a coincidence—this man might actually have some connection to that guild.
"Which guild?"
Marco continued to ask, though he already had the answer in his mind.
The moment he heard there was only one Magic Guild, Marco knew it had to be Fairy Tail—there was no other possibility.
"Fairy Tail."
Sure enough, the middle-aged man uttered that name—Fairy Tail, the "Fairy Tail" of the world of Edolas.
Marco and Mystogan exchanged a glance.
Neither of them spoke; Mystogan's eyes held a trace of surprise, and Marco played along with him.
"Take us to Fairy Tail."
Looking at the middle-aged man before him, Marco spoke.
He knew this man must know the location of Fairy Tail.
"..."
This time, the man remained silent.
"Take us there, and we'll let you go. Moreover—" Marco narrowed his eyes and continued.
"They... saved my child. I won't betray them. Kill me! You won't get anything out of me!"
Before Marco could finish, the middle-aged man suddenly shouted, charging at Marco as he did so, as if he had completely cast aside any concern for his own life.
"Thud!"
With a casual move, Marco knocked the man unconscious.
"I didn't expect this guy to have such principles and a sense of gratitude. Of course, what's even more unexpected is that the 'me' in this world is apparently a maniacal killer."
Looking at the man lying on the ground, Marco found himself both amused and exasperated.
He couldn't help but complain to Mystogan.
"I didn't expect it either. It seems you'll need to disguise yourself as well." Mystogan spoke with a laugh.
He was still wearing his hat and mask, completely covering himself, and now he suggested that Marco also take some measures to conceal his identity.
"Indeed, I should disguise myself."
Marco directly took out his specialized tool for disguise.
[Pope's Mask: Conceals the wearer's aura, making it impossible for others to discern their true identity.]
Marco put on the rather intimidating mask.
The moment he wore it, though it seemed as if nothing had changed—just a mask—Mystogan beside him momentarily faltered, briefly doubting the identity of the person next to him.
"Let's go and find out where this 'Fairy Tail' is. It probably isn't too far, considering this guy has received help from them."
Marco, now wearing the mask, spoke, which made Mystogan realize once again that the strange masked figure before him was indeed Marco.
"Truly a magical artifact." Mystogan couldn't help but marvel.
The disguise effect was incredibly powerful—not just a physical concealment, but also a psychological influence.
Even he, a master of hypnotic magic, had been affected.
"Just a little trinket."
Marco chuckled, not particularly concerned about it.
He was now completely captivated by the "Fairy Tail" guild of this world and the "Marco" of this world.
"I can't wait to meet him."
A glint shone in Marco's eyes—a fierce, predatory gleam, like that of a hunter spotting its prey.
The killing intent hidden within that gaze sent an involuntary shiver down Mystogan's spine.
"I actually have some doubts. With his power being so immense, would he truly submit to others?" Mystogan asked from the side.
Someone capable of single-handedly destroying dozens of Magic Guilds—could his father really keep such a person under control?
Would "Marco of Edolas" be willing to remain a subordinate? Mystogan remained skeptical about this.
"It's hard to say, but if I were in that position, I definitely wouldn't."
Marco shook his head, trying to put himself in those shoes.
Having already killed countless people and broken all rules, why would he bother respecting a king? He could easily replace him.
If one possesses sufficient power, why would they need to serve others like a dog?
How could a true man endure being suppressed under others for long?
Not just Marco, even Mystogan himself didn't believe his father's charisma could subdue such a powerful and ruthless killer.
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