How do you feel about the kids in the guild banding together to defeat one of the Ten Wizard Saints?
Shocked, incredulous, and then ecstatic.
"That's our Fairy Tail mages for you, ahahahaha!"
Makarov laughed particularly loud and exceptionally bold.
His voice alone could drown out the entire room.
"Well done, you did great!"
The old man's mouth was almost twisted from smiling, his eyes uncontrollably wanting to float upwards.
After being president for decades, witnessing this before retirement made Makarov feel it was worth it.
This is the sheer strength he pursued for the guild, not relying on one person's power but the collective might of everyone working together.
Listening to the kids excitedly recount the battle process, Makarov just felt... the attack group fought well, the maneuver group performed beautifully, the sniping group gave timely support, the command group was clear in its direction, and the main assault group coordinated perfectly.
How could there be such a great guild in the world! And it's our guild, hahahahaha!
"Rhode, what about the security alert?"
"Ask the president."
"Rhode, how to deal with the injured from the Ghost?"
"Ask the president."
"Rhode..."
"Ask the president!"
Rhode completely relaxed, lying down in Mira's embrace, not caring about anything, all duties were the president's, don't come to me.
But he only lay down for a moment before getting up, noticing Mira frowning slightly.
Receiving Magic has a strange aspect, when Mira suffers attacks in Demon Hutley Mode, it's her own clothes that get damaged upon reverting to normal.
Now Mira had some dust on her face, her hair was slightly tangled, the tips singed.
The T-shirt she wore had already lost a sleeve, exposing a lightly grazed shoulder and a black bra strap with several small nicks, which looked like it was about to break.
The hem was somewhat damaged, revealing her belly button and side waist, the black pleated skirt that originally reached her knees had a hole on one side, exposing a corner of the guild mark.
"That move hurt, didn't it?" Rhode looked at Mira with some heartache, taking out a shirt to drape over her.
Rhode actually wanted to get the medicine box, but applying it now didn't seem convenient.
"It's okay, there aren't even any injuries, it won't take long to recover." Mira didn't want him to worry.
She tightened the shirt wrapped around her, then straightforwardly wore it.
The sleeves were a little longer, she flapped them like little wings twice, then smoothed them out before extending her hand.
The hem was also longer, almost enough to wear as a skirt.
Even after fastening the buttons, it looked loose, although her good figure was covered, something about it seemed odd.
Mira tried tucking the hem in, exposing her waist, but it felt out of place no matter what.
In hindsight, Rhode had a tiny regret; he should've picked something else, this one was meant for home wear.
Then Rhode was pulled away.
It seemed Elfman had started it, a large group gathered, cheering as they tossed Rhode up and caught him, tossed up and caught him.
"Hey! Have you guys finished your work?"
"Don't touch my injuries, you idiots!"
"Isn't it about time to stop!?"
Nobody paid attention to Rhode's yelling, they just kept repeating the action of tossing him up.
Rhode thought this group was annoying, disrupting his sweet time with Mira. But after being tossed a few times, he also began to laugh.
Mira watched Rhode fly up and fall down, covering her mouth with a gentle laugh, the long sleeve dangling down unintentionally, adding another layer of cuteness and beauty.
We won.
Defeated an extremely strong enemy.
...
The guild collapsed.
Having won the battle without personally intervening, Makarov was exceptionally happy, boldly inviting everyone back to the guild for a celebration feast.
The guild, already teetering, couldn't withstand the noise from the crowd.
Just as the celebration feast began, beams, boards, and other things came crashing down.
Everyone rushed outside in a hurry, with the walls on the first floor showing numerous cracks, and the parts above the second floor tilted into an exaggerated angle.
Although it hadn't completely turned into rubble, it was clearly a dangerous building among dangerous buildings.
Perhaps this is what they mean by joy and sorrow following each other.
Makarov sighed painfully: "We'll rebuild later, let's have the celebration outside."
It was both a celebration for defeating the Ghost and a start for rebuilding the guild, a perfect plan.
Rhode glanced at the carefree president, are you regretting that the celebration feast can only be held outside, old man?
At this moment, the Lane Engine Squad staggered over, with Reby concernedly asking, "Is everyone okay?"
Troy was still on crutches: "Looks like we arrived late!"
Jet had his arm in a cast: "The guild's destroyed to such an extent..."
"Reby, Jet, Troy..." Lucy looked at them apologetically, "Sorry..."
Reby hugged her: "It's not your fault, Lu."
Marcus leaned closer to Jet: "You guys sneaked out of the hospital, didn't you?"
"We just wanted to pitch in, too, but we missed the chance."
Gray glanced at these injured: "Shouldn't you guys be lying snugly in the hospital?"
"Look at you, wrapped in so many bandages yourself!"
"I got these injuries from the last mission! It wasn't from those Ghost punks!" Gray said, sounding a bit guilty, because he indeed sustained some minor injuries from the Four Elements.
"Welcome back." Makarov greeted the three who sneaked out of the hospital with a smile, "Anyway, let's get this party started!"
"Oh!!!"
...
However, the feast still didn't happen.
Because the Strong Detention Team from the Advisory Council arrived.
The Strong Detention Team demanded both Fairy Tail and Master of Ghosts accept investigation for violating the 'No Forceful Conflict Treaty'.
Since the headquarters of both Fairy Tail and Ghost were destroyed, and conducting affairs in the city was inconvenient, everyone was taken to the team's garrison outside the city.
Fairy Tail members were gathered on one side, Ghost members on another side.
Joseph, who hadn't regained consciousness, was tied up and carried over just like that, and the person in charge thoughtfully fitted him with Demon Sealing Stone handcuffs.
This time the one leading the team was old acquaintance Lahar.
He arrived with people in a fierce encirclement, displaying a very strong attitude as though he was determined to severely punish the two guilds.
Actually, once at the garrison, his attitude was quite decent.
"Call the medical team over, treat the wounded first." Looking at the excessive number of injured, Lahar continued, "Send people to the city hospital and request help in the name of the Council."
Natsu tugged timidly at Rhode's clothes: "We're gonna be locked up, think of something, let's escape?"
Rhode pushed him away with disdain: "Don't make trouble, escaping would make us fully liable."
Thinking for a moment, Rhode pulled Natsu closer again; "I suppose it's just procedural, at most a few words of reprimand...
Don't act out, I'm still considering whether we can recover some losses through this. Whether or not the guild falls into an economic crisis depends on the president's performance."