As the sun set...
Makarov finally pushed Precht to the grand, vintage entrance of the Fairy Tail guild hall.
During the guild's rebuilding, Evan specifically requested the craftsmen make the entrance look vintage, preserving Fairy Tail's original style to better showcase its nearly century-long history.
"So nostalgic! It's been over forty years since I last came here..."
Precht looked at the familiar entrance and the weathered "FAIRY TAIL" sign, his left eye slightly reddened. As people age, they tend to reminisce about the past. Precht once scoffed at this notion, but now he believed it, realizing he had aged without noticing.
"Sigh! Memories of Mavis and the old days keep flooding back~"
Precht sighed, his expression melancholic. Seeing the "FAIRY TAIL" sign immediately brought Mavis's smiling face to his mind.
"Though the old days are gone, the future continues!"
"Let's go inside now, Second Master, Precht!"
Makarov smiled gently and pushed Precht through the entrance.
Precht held his breath, filled with anticipation. He wondered what Makarov had turned this great guild, founded by Mavis, himself, Warrod, and Yuri, into after forty years.
Precht remembered Makarov's core principles for the guild and believed Fairy Tail must now be very harmonious!
As the grand doors of Fairy Tail opened, the interior of the guild was finally revealed to Precht.
"Hmm?! What is this!"
Precht, guided by Makarov, entered the guild hall. As the light grew brighter and the scene clearer, Precht's eyes widened in shock.
"Stop it!"
"Give me back my panties!"
"Hahaha, if you want your panties, come and get them!"
"Is that so? Then die!"
"Ice-Make: Ice Sword!"
"Damn it, Gray! You're using magic?! Happy, catch the panties!"
"I'll handle this idiot! Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"
"Aye Sir!"
Precht's eyes took in the sight of a naked boy with black hair and a basketball between his legs, chasing a pink-haired boy with a white dragon-scale scarf holding a pair of panties. The black-haired boy used magic to stab the pink-haired boy in the butt, making him furious. The pink-haired boy threw the panties into the air, his hands blazing as he attacked the black-haired boy. Meanwhile, a blue cat with white wings caught the panties in mid-air.
"Ah..."
Precht watched the chaos, mouth agape.
"Gray! If you stop caring about wearing underwear, you won't fear losing them~"
"You should learn from me! If I believe I'm dressed, even when naked, I won't feel embarrassed!"
As the black-haired boy and the pink-haired boy fought, Precht was stunned. Nearby, a white-haired boy, naked and cross-legged, watched with a serene expression.
"This is wrong! Not feeling embarrassed about being naked just means you're a pervert!"
The serious and composed Precht internally ranted at the white-haired boy's absurd logic.
"Hey! You two, show some decorum!"
"This is Fairy Tail! If you want to be naked, do it outside!"
At that moment, a woman who resembled Ultear entered Precht's view.
"Is that..."
Precht instantly recognized the woman as Ultear's mother, Ul, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, known as the 'Ice Sorceress.'
Ul's magical power was immense, even by Precht's standards.
However, what truly shocked Precht was that Ul, a Ten Wizard Saint, was wandering around the guild in just her underwear.
"Got it! We won't run around naked in the guild anymore..."
"Yeah, we'll only strip outside..."
The black-haired and white-haired boys, Gray and Lyon, nodded in agreement.
"I can't deal with you two~"
"Go get dressed!"
Ul grabbed the naked Gray and Lyon by their ears and headed towards the bar, where she had spare clothes.
"What is this? What am I seeing?!"
Precht watched Ul, in her underwear, dragging two naked boys, their faces full of happiness. The sight was surreal, shaking him to his core.
"I'd better pretend I don't know them..."
Hiding in the corner, Ultear bowed her head in shame. She realized that worrying about her own embarrassing moments was pointless. With such a mother and junior apprentices, her face had long lost all dignity...
"Drink up! Drink up!"
As Precht tried to process the scene, he heard loud shouting.
Turning to look...
He saw a beautiful girl with long brown hair standing on a table, effortlessly lifting a half-ton barrel of liquor and chugging it.
Precht was amazed by the girl's strength and, especially, by her ability to drink so much.
"She must be a water-element slayer..."
Precht speculated that the girl practiced a type of water-based slayer magic, converting the liquor into magical energy.
Precht couldn't comprehend how else she could drink more than her own body weight in liquor.
"Cana, please, help us with your card magic!"
"Yeah, our futures depend on you!"
"We'll even lick your shoes if you save us!"
Macao and Wakaba, who had lost everything gambling, begged the girl on the table.
"Shoes? I lost those already."
The brown-haired girl, Cana, looked at her bare feet, drunk.
"How about licking my feet?"
Cana asked, still tipsy.
"Do you think we're perverts?"
"But since you offered..."
Macao and Wakaba grinned perversely. Yes, they were perverts, and there was nothing wrong with that.
"You two perverts! Be decent! Cana's not even of age!"
"And aren't you both married?! Stop gambling, damn it..."
Like a hero rescuing Cana, a red-haired figure appeared behind Macao and Wakaba, knocking them out with a punch each. It was Gildarts.
"Gildarts?!"
Cana felt a surge of safety, her face flushed. She thought of confessing her identity to Gildarts.
"Um, Cana!"
As Cana gathered her courage, Gildarts turned to her, serious.
"Y-Yes!"
Cana blushed, growing more nervous.
"If you need someone to lick your feet, I'm more reliable than those two! You should get a professional like me to clean your toes."
Gildarts, with a serious face, showed a perverted smile, giving Cana a thumbs-up.
"Ah..."
Cana was speechless, her mouth agape.
Maybe it was Gildarts' words, but she accidentally dropped the barrel, spilling liquor on her feet.
"Cana, your feet are dirty. Need help?"
Gildarts' smile grew more perverted.
Cana fell silent, facing two problems: her father was a pervert, and he was her father.
"Hello? Is this Irene and Selene?"
"Yes, I have a pervert here..."
"Can you help?"
Cana made a decision, pulling out a communication crystal marked with the Fairy Tail emblem. It was for the female members to call for help against the guild's perverts.
The Fairy Tail Women's Association's president was Irene, and the vice president was Selene.
Since the association's founding, the male members had become the weaker side.
"Wait, no..."
"Cana, we can talk this out. No need to be extreme, right?"
Gildarts panicked as Cana called for Irene and Selene, knowing he wouldn't survive their arrival.
As Gildarts watched in horror, two magical portals opened in the guild, one gold, one silver.
"This is bad!"
Gildarts saw the portals and tried to flee.
But before he could escape, two beautiful women appeared, each stunning in their own way.
One had long platinum hair, pale skin, and red lips, exuding a cold moonlight aura mixed with fox-like charm.
The other had long crimson hair, an enchanting figure, and violet eyes filled with wisdom.
These two women, unparalleled in beauty, appeared together for the same man. It sounded unbelievable.
The man who drew these women here would become the enemy of all men if they didn't know the reason.
"You go left, I go right."
The crimson-haired woman smiled at the terrified Gildarts, then moved, her punch exploding with power.
"Got it!"
The platinum-haired woman smiled, moving swiftly to Gildarts' left, her punch equally powerful.
"Sage Dragon's..."
"Moon Dragon's..."
"Crushing Fist!!!"
Two clear voices rang out, followed by dragon roars and dragon-shaped magic circles.
"Ah!!!"
Gildarts' screams echoed through the guild.
"Hmm?!"
The guild members turned to the sound.
"What happened?!"
"Who's getting beaten?"
"It's Gildarts, by Irene and Selene."
"Oh, nothing to worry about then!"
"Tell them to go easy. Don't hurt their hands."
Seeing Gildarts being beaten by Irene and Selene, the guild members returned to their activities, ignoring the screams and violence.
"Ah..."
Precht, in his wheelchair, was stunned.
Compared to this, Evan's Blue Dragon's Crushing Fist seemed minor.
"So this is the harmonious Fairy Tail guild Makarov spoke of?!"
"This is the guild bound by love and family?! Are you kidding me?!"
Precht's face was filled with terror. How could this be called a guild of light mages?!
If this was a light guild, then his Grimoire Heart didn't deserve to be called the strongest dark guild in Ishgar. They were more harmonious compared to this hellish scene.
"Everyone, we're back. Let me introduce him, he is Precht Gaebolg, Fairy Tail's second master and my teacher. He's your great senior!"
"Remember, we owe our progress to Precht, who laid the foundation for Fairy Tail's growth!"
Makarov pushed Precht into the guild, introducing him to the members.
Makarov internally mused, "Another harmonious, love-filled day at Fairy Tail~"
"Don't slander me! This hell has nothing to do with me!"
Precht trembled, glaring at Makarov with terror. Was Makarov trying to blame Fairy Tail's state on him? How evil!
Precht realized Makarov needed a scapegoat.
"I need to leave. This place is a hellhole. Mavis will scold me if I stay. I must escape..."
Precht was terrified, planning his escape. This was no place for anyone to stay!
"Second Master?!"
"The Second Master?!"
"A great senior, nice..."
The guild members showed a bit of surprise but quickly returned to their activities, ignoring Precht and Makarov.
"These brats are not endearing..."
Precht fell silent, feeling ignored.
"Precht? Is that you?"
A familiar voice reached Precht's ears.
"This voice... could it be..."
Precht was shocked, disbelief in his eyes.
"It's me, Laxus!"
A thin figure with short, pale hair appeared before Precht, it was Laxus.
"Laxus..."
Precht's eyes softened with a hint of guilt.
"So, Laxus is dead, and Makarov won't let him rest! How cruel!"
Precht, no saint himself, would never toy with or imprison souls.
Precht's resolve to escape Fairy Tail solidified.
"Wait?!"
Laxus felt Precht misunderstood something.
"Precht, seems you're in good shape."
"My sister heard of your exploits and wants to spar with you. What do you think?"
As Precht resolved to escape, a brown-haired figure appeared beside him, friendly as if they were old friends, and draped an arm around his shoulder.
"Evan..."
Precht broke into a cold sweat.
"Does he know I plan to escape? Such keen intuition!"
In Precht's mind, Evan's sister was a terrifying force.
So Evan's words translated to: "Old Precht, if you try to run, I'll let my sister beat you to death!"