"No matter who you are!"
"If you can hear what I'm saying right now, then please hurry and save this world!"
"The Kingdom of Fiore is about to be destroyed..."
Makarov was on the verge of tears.
Gildarts, known as the strongest on the western side of the continent of Ishgar, was facing off against the returning Ur, and Ian, who had stepped into the realm of the 'inhuman'…
If these three monsters fought, wouldn't the entire country be destroyed?!
This was the greatest threat the Kingdom of Fiore had faced since its founding.
"Speaking of which, if the Kingdom of Fiore gets destroyed, do I still need to pay my debts?"
"Probably not!"
"I mean, the country would be gone, and there wouldn't be a king..."
"Now that you mention it, that doesn't sound so bad."
"Hehehe…"
Makarov's mind wandered into dangerous territory as he whispered to himself.
At that moment, he was bouncing back and forth on the edge of an abyss…
"Hey! Sir, your thoughts seem a bit dangerous!"
The tourists Makarov had protected were now drenched in cold sweat, as they seemed to witness the birth of the world's darkest and strongest guild of wizards.
"What are you guys doing?!"
"Stop it right now! Do you plan to destroy the whole town?"
Just as Ian, Gildarts, and Ur were standing off, a man who looked like a frog, dressed in the uniform of the Magic Council, appeared beside them at some point, nervously shouting.
"Hm?"
Seeing this, Ian and the others immediately retracted the magical power they had released.
"And who might you be?"
Ian glanced at the frog-like man with a hint of malice in his eyes.
Ian was always wary of anyone from the Magic Council.
"Can't you tell?"
"I'm an official from the Magic Council."
The frog-headed man pointed to his uniform and spoke loudly.
"Of course, I know you're from the Magic Council…"
"What I meant was, what business do you have with our Fairy Tail guild?"
Ian raised an eyebrow, looking at the frog-headed man with suspicion.
"Hmph! You think I want to be here?"
The frog-headed man snorted disdainfully and then pulled out a golden letter of appointment, announcing loudly, "After discussions among the Chairman and the esteemed members of the Magic Council, it has been decided to grant Ur Milkovich of the Fairy Tail guild the position of the Fourth Seat among the Ten Wizard Saints! We hope that Wizard Ur will continue to strive for improvement and serve as a model for all wizards of the continent of Ishgar, defending justice and vanquishing evil."
"What?!"
As the frog-headed man finished speaking, everyone present froze in shock.
Whether it was Gildarts or Ian, even Makarov hadn't expected that this frog-headed member of the Magic Council was here to bestow the title of Wizard Saint upon Ur.
"The Fourth Seat?"
Ur was incredulous...
She never expected that she would be ranked so highly among the Ten Wizard Saints.
Yes, Ur didn't seem too surprised about being named a Wizard Saint. What surprised her was the high ranking she was given.
"It was Wizard Saints Hyberion, Wolfheim, and Warrod who vouched for you, claiming that your strength was more than sufficient to hold the Fourth Seat among the Ten Wizard Saints," explained the frog-headed man, noticing Ur's confusion.
"So, it was those three seniors…"
Ur nodded, her expression finally showing understanding.
"Oh, so you've met those three seniors before?" Ian asked, curious.
"Yes," Ur nodded lightly, explaining, "I met them while I was training under Warrod."
"Ah, now everything makes sense," Ian finally understood.
After all, Serena, the future number one Wizard Saint, was still out training in some godforsaken place. It made sense that Ur would rank as the fourth Wizard Saint for now.
"By the way, Ian…"
"I should thank you for my entry into the Ten Wizard Saints," Ur said softly, looking at Ian as if she had just remembered something.
"Thank me? Why?" Ian asked, confused.
"Because after you 'disappeared,' the Council credited me with defeating Deliora and destroying the Magic Development Bureau to rescue the children. So, I owe you an apology," Ur explained, looking at Ian.
"No worries, no worries…"
"I never cared for these empty titles," Ian replied generously.
"Is that so? Then I'm relieved," Ur said, visibly relaxing.
"This is a gift from the Magic Council and the royal family of the Kingdom of Fiore—ten million jewels. We hope you will accept it," the frog-headed man continued, handing Ur a magic bank card worth ten million jewels.
Suddenly, Ian's eyes gleamed with envy as he looked at the card in Ur's hands. "You know, I just realized I actually do care about titles…"
"Now then…"
The frog-headed man turned to Makarov, his tone turning cold as he asked, "May I ask, who is Makarov, the master of the Fairy Tail guild?"
"I am! I'm right here…"
Upon hearing his name, Makarov quickly set down the tourists he had been carrying and excitedly approached the frog-headed man, clearly expecting praise.
"Take him away!"
After confirming Makarov's identity, the frog-headed man tilted his head slightly towards the soldiers behind him.
"Apologies, but we'll need you to come with us," one of the soldiers said as they cuffed Makarov's hands and feet, lifting him into a nearby carriage.
"Wait, what?!"
It wasn't until Makarov was inside the carriage that he finally realized he was being arrested.
"Farewell, everyone!"
"Of course, I hope we never meet again," the frog-headed man said, bowing deeply to Ian and the others before leaving with Makarov.
"Goodbye, dear Master!"
"Hope you get out soon!"
Ian, Ur, and Gildarts watched as the carriage sent by the Magic Council, specially designed to transport Makarov, drove off into the distance. They waved and shouted loudly to make sure Makarov could hear them.
"You brats! Just wait until I get back from the Magic Council! I'll deal with all of you then!" Makarov yelled angrily from inside the carriage.
And thus, a world where only Makarov gets hurt was born.
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