Inside Sabertooth's inn, all members who had come to the capital for the Grand Magic Games were gathered.
The four members of Sabertooth's team stood at the forefront, while Yukino stood separated from them, positioned before everyone, enduring the interrogating gaze of their Guild Master.
Guild Master Jiemma was a robust eighty-year-old man wearing a black hat, with the guild mark engraved on his forehead.
Prayer beads hung around his neck, and his upper garment resembled monastic robes.
However, his tall stature and fierce eyes made him appear completely unlike the image of a benevolent monk.
Jiemma sat cross-legged on the central sofa, his vicious eyes glaring as he spoke.
"Losing so disgracefully in battle—you know what punishment awaits, don't you?"
Yukino lowered her head, her expression lifeless, her eyes empty, slowly nodding as she replied.
"Yes..."
"Remove your clothing, kneel and apologize before everyone! Then erase your Guild mark..."
Jiemma, surrounded by an aura of terror, roared heartlessly, "Get out of this guild!!"
As the Guild Master who led Sabertooth to become Fiore's strongest, Jiemma could not tolerate any weaklings surviving in his guild!
How to judge weakness?
Losing was the truest form of frailty!
This humiliating punishment satisfied Jiemma. In his eyes, the weak didn't deserve dignity!
Perhaps because she had been psychologically abused too deeply in this environment, Yukino's vacant eyes refocused as she struggled to speak in a trembling voice.
"Yes."
Frosch behind her watched Yukino, unable to hold back tears as she cried out.
"Yukino..."
"Shut up, Frosch!" Lector cut off the naive cat's words.
Opposing the Guild Master's decision at such a time would bring disaster upon more than just Yukino.
Sting silently lowered his head while Rogue closed his eyes, secretly clenching his fists.
They were supposed to be comrades...
This wasn't the guild he had envisioned.
Watching Yukino place her hands on her clothes, Jiemma snorted coldly and growled, "Worthless weakling, you don't deserve to remain in Sabertooth."
Yukino gritted her teeth, preparing to remove her garments and sever ties with this place when an earth-shattering explosion came from outside!
BOOM—
The Mage guarding the door was blasted inward, landing beside everyone like a kicked stray dog.
Chaos erupted among the members in the Sabertooth guild hall.
Jiemma's veins bulged on his forehead as he stood up, glaring at the dust-filled entrance and roaring.
"Where did this bastard come from! How dare you cause trouble on Sabertooth's territory!"
Yukino stared blankly in that direction, while Rogue and Sting also looked at the entrance with surprise.
Through the dust and smoke, four figures became visible.
Jiemma roared furiously, "Scum, who are you?!"
"Your long-lost mother!!"
From within the smoke, holy milky-white light erupted as a woman sacred and beautiful as an angel flew out, her pure white wings beating fiercely as she charged straight toward Jiemma!
Sorano burned with rage, her elegant Angel Soul radiating a ferocious aura as Magic Power burst from her palms.
Sorano's assault was astonishingly fast.
With a grunt, Jiemma was sent flying by her palm strike, crashing directly through multiple walls!
"G-Guild Master!!"
Only after the Guild Master had smashed through several walls and stopped did the numerous Mages in the hall react.
"They're here to challenge us! Take them down!"
"Audacious woman!"
The Mages gathered their Magic Power, launching colorful spells toward Sorano.
Sorano snorted, waving her slender hand as pure white purification Magic dissolved their attacks.
"What are you doing here! Intruder!"
Sting rushed forward with sharp eyes, followed closely by Rogue as both black and white Dragon Force simultaneously erupted.
"White Dragon's..."
"Shadow Dragon's..."
"ROAR!!"
Facing the dragon's breath attacks from two directions, Sorano didn't evade, instead continuing to walk calmly toward Yukino.
"I'll play with you for a while."
Erik descended from above, landing in front of Sorano with a mocking smirk on his face.
He took a sharp breath, puffing out his cheeks.
"Poison Dragon's—Roar!!"
A spiraling breath of deep purple toxic mist collided with the roars unleashed by the two third-generation Dragon Slayers.
A massive explosion erupted, and Erik's poisonous mist spread throughout the entire hall.
Sting stared in shock, while Rogue fixed his disbelieving gaze on Erik and demanded, "Dragon Slayer magic... Who are you?!"
"Tch."
Erik sneered dismissively, showing no regard for the two self-proclaimed "strongest Dragon Slayer Mages."
The fabric on his arms stretched and tore, revealing reddish-brown snake scales as he scoffed.
"A girl being humiliated and two cowards too scared to even speak up—you think you're worthy of asking for my name?"
Rogue's face darkened, and he clamped his mouth shut, his body freezing in place.
Sting, however, surged with rage and charged forward, engaging Erik once again.
"Wait..."
Before Rogue could stop Sting, he was rendered speechless by the scene unfolding around him.
Orga was facing off against a stylishly dressed black-haired Mage, yet his powerful black lightning couldn't even touch the opponent's body.
The surrounding space seemed to warp and distort endlessly.
Rufus's situation was even more pitiful.
He had intended to use his Memory-Make Magic to record the intruders' spells and turn them back on their casters.
But the blue-haired youth, radiating a meteoric glow, treated Rufus like a living target, knocking him out cold with a single punch.
Turning back, Rogue saw that Sting was also at a disadvantage in his fight against the snake-like man, his face turning pale green—clearly, he had been poisoned.
A chill ran down Rogue's spine.
To defeat Sabertooth's strongest Mages so swiftly... what kind of mages are they?
Sorano's cold gaze softened as she withdrew from her Angel Soul form and approached Yukino.
With a serious expression, she said, "You can quit, but don't stake your dignity on a place like this. It's not worth it."
Yukino looked at this older sister she had only met once, perplexed as she asked, "Why... are you helping me?"
Sorano fell silent.
Just then, Jellal approached, dragging the unconscious Rufus—whom he had dealt with like roadside trash—and stood by her side.
With a gentle smile, he explained, "Her younger sister resembles you, so she couldn't stand to see you suffer such humiliation."
Yukino fell into silence, her eyes fixed blankly on Sorano.
Yet, the beautiful sister's face suddenly seemed veiled in mist.
Macbeth, who had trapped Orga in an illusion, walked over calmly and remarked.
"Easier than expected. Shall we retreat?"
Sorano nodded and shouted toward Erik, "Er... time to go!"
Erik sent Sting flying several meters with a single punch, shaking his wrist in dissatisfaction—he hadn't had enough of the fight yet.
But Erik had matured considerably.
He gave Sting a mocking sailor's salute and sneered, "Goodbye, 'strongest' Dragon Slayer Mage."
"Bastard!!"
Sting lunged forward again.
But Macbeth had already activated his magic.
The space twisted violently, and in an instant, the kidnappers—along with Yukino—vanished from the spot.
The air in Sabertooth's main hall seemed to grow even more turbid, surrounded by a deathly silence.
Sting surveyed the devastation around him and let out a furious roar toward the sky.
"Damn it!!"
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