"Yes!"
The Fairy Tail members joyfully followed Makarov, leaving together like victors.
As soon as they stepped out of the arena, they saw a large crowd gathered around.
The Fairy Tail members felt uneasy, wondering if these people were here to demand compensation. The battle between Qi Yan and Jose had destroyed quite a lot, and the main culprit was actually Qi Yan.
Just from what they could see, they didn't know how much they'd have to pay, let alone what they couldn't see.
"Everyone..."
Makarov wanted to apologize and take responsibility.
"So amazing!"
"You guys are truly incredible!"
"Yeah! I never knew Mages could be so powerful!"
"They even successfully challenged a Ten Wizard Saint! Truly too strong!"
"Mr. Qi Yan! So cool!"
"Indeed! Fairy Tail is Fiore's strongest Mage guild!"
"Strongest! Strongest! Strongest!"... Everyone was incredibly excited, with no fear of danger, only enthusiasm for victory. Although they had run away earlier, they had still watched Qi Yan and Jose's battle through the broadcast.
Worshipping the strong is a human instinct, and Qi Yan was the one who made them instinctively worship him.
Seeing that the crowd wasn't there to demand compensation, the Fairy Tail members all relaxed, and smiles appeared on their faces as they basked in the cheers.
"Hmph!"
Not far away, a figure saw this scene, let out a disdainful snort, and then turned to leave the crowd.
It was Laxus. He had originally thought that since Qi Yan had started this, Qi Yan should bear the responsibility, no matter the outcome.
On the other hand, he also wanted to make a grand entrance at the last moment, to defeat Jose, and let everyone know that a Ten Wizard Saint was not invincible.
He hadn't expected Qi Yan to actually defeat Jose, but it was nothing special; he could have defeated that guy too if he had fought.
But what annoyed him was that this honor should have belonged to him, yet that kid had stolen it. Damn it.
Elsewhere, Mystogan, covered entirely in black cloth, also appeared. He too had been ready to step in at any moment. If Fairy Tail had been at a disadvantage earlier, he would have entered the fray.
He hadn't expected everyone in the guild to be so powerful, defeating all their opponents. As for later, he was no longer needed.
Mystogan glanced at the guild members being cheered, then turned and disappeared.
Magic Council ERA
Bang!
"Look! I told you, Fairy Tail is a troublemaker! Look at the huge mess they've made this time! They destroyed an entire arena and caused immense damage to the surroundings! I propose we immediately disband Fairy Tail!"
Councilor Org was furious, as if he wouldn't rest until Fairy Tail was disbanded.
"Exactly! Such a guild is terrible! Wherever they go, they cause destruction! If we continue to let them run wild, who knows, one day the Council might even be torn down by them."
Makarov, like Org, was one of the two Councilors who disliked Fairy Tail the most.
Siegrain chuckled, "If Fairy Tail is forcibly disbanded, how will its members be accommodated?"
Makarov retorted angrily, "What do you mean 'accommodated'? Just break them up and let them join other guilds, that's it! If they don't want to, then they don't have to."
Ultear said, "To my knowledge, Fairy Tail has about six or seven powerhouses like the Fire Dragon, and four powerhouses like Erza, with the other three each stronger than Erza. Most importantly, Qi Yan and Makarov are clearly Ten Wizard Saint-level."
Org's eyes widened, "What? Are they going to resist?"
Siegrain smiled and shook his head. These guys still thought the Magic Council was the strongest, completely unaware that the Magic Council's forces were utterly useless against true powerhouses.
However, he had no obligation to remind them, after all, he wasn't really there to be a Magic Councilor.
"I just wanted to remind you all that Fairy Tail is a legitimate guild. You can still scold Makarov. Once they become a Dark Guild, then you all need to be careful."
"Siegrain, what do you mean?!"
"I don't mean anything. I'm just giving you all a heads-up, and at the same time, I want to advise you that this is no longer the era of legion warfare. Magic particles in the air are constantly increasing, and the gap between the strong and the weak is continuously widening, and getting larger and larger. Take me for example, if I wanted to kill everyone present, the Magic Council's defenses wouldn't be able to stop me at all."
"What?!"
Org roared, "Siegrain, don't be an alarmist!"
Siegrain spread his hands and chuckled, "This is not alarmism; it's an objective fact. Whether you believe it or not is up to you, but I want to advise you all that for powerhouses, even as Magic Councilors, you should still maintain reverence as much as possible."
At this moment, the Fairy Tail members returned to the front of their guild.
Looking at the badly damaged guild, everyone fell silent for a moment.
Getting revenge on Phantom Lord felt good, but the guild was still almost destroyed. This was their guild, where they had spent so many happy times, and everyone had poured their emotions into it.
Especially the Master, as the one who single-handedly built this guild, the emotional investment he had was incomparable to others.
"Oh dear... it's completely ruined. It looks like we'll have to tear it down and rebuild."
Makarov looked at the guild before him. The iron pillars on the guild had been pulled out, patches were everywhere, and the guild walls were covered in cracks.
Although the guild still stood there, it was essentially no different from collapsing. The load-bearing pillars of the house were destroyed, and the guild was at risk of collapsing at any moment. Rather than repairing it, it was better to rebuild.
"Phantom Lord... damn them..."
Seeing the guild in this state, they almost wished they could drag Phantom Lord out again and beat them up to vent their anger.
"Alright, everyone go back and rest, then get ready. Starting tomorrow, we'll rebuild the guild!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Immediately after, Makarov remembered that today's incident had gone a bit too far. The arena was destroyed, and Onibus had experienced at least several small earthquakes.
The Council would probably be furious with him again. He was definitely going to get scolded, and maybe even put in confinement... Beads of sweat constantly seeped from Makarov's forehead. He was finished. Thinking of this, Makarov's tears flowed uncontrollably.
Then the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, the more he thought about it, the sadder he became.
Finally, he couldn't help but burst into tears: "Waaah!"
"Waaah! The Master is crying!"
"It must be because the Master has such deep feelings for the guild!"
"Cry! Cry! It's good to cry it out!"...