"Senior, please let us go!"
Yuri lay on the ground, begging Ian for mercy.
"Yes, senior!"
"We have already recognized the gap in strength between you and us..."
"Please let us go! We won't run away."
Warrod echoed Yuri's words, hoping that Ian would stop.
"You little brats are so troublesome..."
"What if I hadn't shown overwhelming power?!"
"Were you guys going to chase after her just now?!"
"At that time, Mavis's efforts would have been all for naught! All of you, think carefully here, does Mavis really want you to chase after her?!"
Ian looked helpless at this moment. Warrod, Yuri, and Precht, these three great seniors were too troublesome. Speaking of which, was he this annoying when he was an ordinary member of Fairy Tail? Thinking about it this way, Makarov's temper is really too good. Ian thought of this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he smiled silently, and withdrew the gravity he had imposed on Warrod and Yuri.
"Dark Chains!"
At the moment Ian withdrew the gravity, Precht, who seemed to have been accumulating power for a long time, suddenly launched an attack without any warning. He used his maximum magic power to release magic chains and bound Ian.
"Now's the time, run..."
"With my magic power, I can't control senior for too long."
Cold sweat constantly appeared on Precht's forehead. When his dark chains successfully controlled Ian, he felt the huge gap between them and Ian! Therefore, after doing all this, he quickly looked at Yuri and Warrod lying beside him and shouted.
"Oh!"
"Haha, the plan succeeded."
"Then we'll leave this place to you, Precht..."
"When we find Mavis, we'll treat you to a meal!"
Yuri and Warrod laughed when they heard this. They quickly got up from the ground and ran out of the guild hall.
"You dare to trick me?!"
Ian watched everything silently. It was not until Yuri and Warrod were about to leave the guild hall that he finally realized that he seemed to have been tricked by the three founders of Fairy Tail: Precht, Yuri, and Warrod.
"Heh..."
"Hehehe..."
At this moment, Ian finally understood that when people are extremely speechless, they really do laugh.
Question: "What to do if the seniors in the guild are troublesome?!"
Answer: "It's very simple, just beat them up!"
"Senior, I know you are very strong, far stronger than us!"
"But even so, I will never let you chase after Yuri and Warrod. I know that everything you do is for our own good..."
"But you don't know what Mavis means to us?! She is the most important person in the world to us, even if it costs us our lives, we must find her..."
Just as Ian was about to take action, Precht started talking to himself.
"Do you think you can really lock me up?"
Ian looked up at Precht and asked.
"If it were ordinary Dark Chains, I indeed couldn't restrain you..."
"But these Dark Chains were specially prepared for you, Senior! They're inscribed with formulas that everyone must obey. Until my magical power runs out, you absolutely cannot break free..."
"So please, senior, stay with me for these five minutes until my magic power is exhausted."
Precht looked at Ian and said confidently and seriously.
"Boom!"
Before Precht could finish his sentence...
Ian just gently struggled with his arms, and the dark chains that Precht was so confident could lock Ian in place instantly shattered to the ground.
"What?"
Precht's pupils trembled when he saw this...
He seemed unable to believe that Ian's power could be so strong?!
He could easily break free from the dark chains created with all his magic power.
You know, the dark chains released by Precht were inscribed with formulas written in dark magic.
As everyone knows, magic formulas require too much preparation time compared to ordinary magic, so they cannot be used in battle...
But the written formula is absolute, and everyone must abide by it. This is the consensus of the magic world, but now the consensus has been broken.
At the same time, Precht knew from the beginning that Ian was very strong, far exceeding them, so he never thought that he could control Ian all the time...
But he was still confident that he could at least have five minutes.
As a result, the actual situation was that the dark chains he created with all his magic power couldn't even control Ian for a moment?!
This made Precht doubt his life...
Was the gap between heaven and earth really this vast?!
"First of all, you need to understand one thing."
"The magical scripts written by using the language of darkness are not absolute."
"There is no such thing as absolute magic in this world."
"Secondly, kid, you should know what happens when you 'fool' me, right?"
In a flash, Ian appeared right in front of Precht, his eyes icy and his voice as cold as the dead of winter.
"Uh..."
"I'm done for."
A trace of embarrassment crossed Precht's face.
Yes, he had done his best.
Regarding not being able to entertain this great senior of the magic world, he was sorry.
"Whoosh!"
Before Precht could think too much...
Ian's fist was already waving in front of him.
The force of the punch, like a razor-sharp blade, caused Precht to instinctively squint.
At this moment, in Precht's perspective, the surrounding time seemed to have stopped. Ian's fist reflected in his eyes, becoming slower and bigger.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a deafening crash...
Precht was sent flying by Ian's punch. His body smashed through the ceiling of Fairy Tail's guild hall and turned into a shooting star across the sky.
"This is bad! Precht has failed!"
Hearing the commotion behind him, Yuri's face changed drastically.
"No choice left! I'll have to stop him myself…"
"Yuri, run! Run with all your might!"
"Remember, you're not the only one standing here. There are others relying on you."
Hearing this, Warrod stopped in his tracks. He gave Yuri a confident smile, his eyes filled with determination and resignation. Someone had to stay behind to buy time, after all.
All of this was for Mavis.
"Warrod! I'll leave it to you!"
With bloodshot eyes, Yuri took a long look at Warrod before turning and sprinting forward without another word.
"Boom!"
However, Yuri had barely taken three steps forward, wiping away his tears...
With a sonic boom, Ian's figure landed heavily in front of Yuri. Along with him were the unconscious Precht and Warrod.
"Se… Senior…"
Yuri looked at Ian, who was surrounded by a murderous aura. His body trembled slightly, and his forehead was covered with beads of cold sweat.
"Run."
"Weren't you so good at running?"
"Keep running."
Ian tilted his head and looked at Yuri, his voice chilling.
"Haha!"
"Even you, Senior, shouldn't underestimate me!"
"After all, I am a mage of Fairy Tail!"
Under this immense pressure...
Something seemed to awaken within Yuri. First, he let out a cold laugh, then he shouted at Ian, "We are Fairy Tail's mages!"
The next moment, a terrifying surge of magic erupted from Yuri's body. Thunder and lightning crackled around him, and the very weather over Magnolia Town seemed to shift.
At this moment, though Yuri had only been practicing magic for ten years, he had already touched the threshold of the title of "The Ten Wizard Saints" of the future.
Was it Ian's imagination, or did he faintly hear an epic battle theme playing in his ears?
"What a coincidence..."
In response, Ian sneered. He appeared in front of Yuri like a ghost and silently said in his heart: 'I too, am a mage of Fairy Tail!'
"Boom!"
With a thunderous roar that resounded through the sky...
Yuri was knocked unconscious by Ian's punch.
Well, unfortunately, although Yuri found his cheat in advance...
The slogan "We are mages of the Fairy Tail guild" only works when fighting outsiders.
When a mage of Fairy Tail fights another mage of Fairy Tail, because everyone is from Fairy Tail, it doesn't work~
And so.
"What's going on?!"
When Rita woke up from unconsciousness, the first thing she saw was the badly bruised and bound trio of Yuri, Warrod, and Precht, tied up with the dark script chains in her hospital room.
Yes, Precht's magical invention had ultimately been used against himself. To his dismay, he couldn't undo his own magic.
"What happened to you three?"
Rita stared at the battered trio in silence before finally asking.
"Yo."
After a moment of silence, Yuri forced an awkward smile.
"Let me explain everything."
Meanwhile, after finishing changing Makarov's diaper and feeding him formula, Ian gently laid the sleeping baby into the crib.
Pulling out a chair, Ian calmly sat next to Rita and the three idiots he had beaten up, and said nonchalantly, "You were about to die just now. I saved you, so I'm your savior."
"Eh?!"
Rita was stunned. Her eyes subconsciously fell on Yuri and the others. Her eyes seemed to be asking the three of them if what Ian said was true?!
"It is."
Yuri was Rita's husband after all. He instantly understood Rita's gaze and nodded.
"So you are a doctor? Thank you very much for your help."
After receiving Yuri's reply, Rita quickly got up from the bed and bowed to Ian to thank him. At the same time, as Rita walked off the bed, she didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that her body was extremely light, as if she had endless energy. People always say that the body is at its weakest after giving birth, and it needs rest and nourishment. She felt much healthier than before she was pregnant.
"No need for thanks, it was just a small effort."
Ian waved his hand at Rita and answered indifferently.
"May I ask, my benefactor, do you know who beat my husband and the others like this?!"
Then, Rita seemed to think of something and asked Ian.
"Uh..."
As Rita's voice fell, everyone present was silent...
Warrod and Precht lowered their heads, as if they were looking for a crack in the ground to crawl into.
As for Yuri, he seemed to want to say something but didn't know how to start.
"I did it."
Ian answered quite simply about the injuries on Yuri and the others.
"Eh?"
Rita's eyes tightened slightly when she heard this. She never expected that the injuries on Yuri and the others were caused by this mysterious person in a white coat and mask, who was suspected to be a doctor.
"Because these three are too troublesome."
Ian sighed and said helplessly.
"Anyway, let me explain from the beginning!"
Ian said, beginning to tell Rita everything, starting from how Mavis was cursed by Ankhseram God, her life force being plundered, and how she was about to die.
After a while.
"So that's how it is..."
When Ian finished...
Rita, who had initially looked dazed, now had a determined gleam in her eyes.
"So, do you understand now?" Ian asked, looking at Rita.
"I understand!" Rita nodded firmly and then turned to Ian, speaking with conviction. "Which is why I think Mavis must still be found! My death cannot be entirely blamed on Mavis! If anything, it's that god who cursed her—Ankhseram—who is too petty and heartless! Besides, if all the responsibility is placed on Mavis, it would be far too cruel for her, wouldn't it? Right now, the one suffering the most isn't us—it's Mavis herself."
"Right? Right?!"
As soon as Rita finished speaking, Yuri, Precht, and Warrod all nodded emphatically, clearly feeling that Rita understood them better than anyone else.
"Did any of you actually listen to what I just said?"
"If Mavis comes back, we'll all die…"
"What you should be doing isn't searching for Mavis, but finding a way to lift the curse that's afflicting her."
Ian was stunned.
Clearly, birds of a feather flock together, right?
Honestly, wouldn't a normal person's first reaction to hearing that Mavis was cursed by Ankhseram be to try and figure out how to break the curse?
But no—Precht, Warrod, Yuri, and now Rita—all seemed dead set on rushing out to find Mavis. What kind of logic was that?
Were the First Generation group and some high school student with the surname Kurosaki cut from the same cloth, unable to process that finding Mavis meant certain death?
Speaking of which, it seemed that within the Fairy Tail guild established by Mavis, there were only two kinds of members: those who idolized Mavis and extreme fanatics of Mavis.
Suddenly, Ian couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Makarov, who had been born less than a day ago. When Ian thought about how Makarov, in the future, would have to manage a guild full of lunatics, while also keeping an eye on his rascal son, rebellious grandson, disobedient old father, and trouble-stirring mother, his heart ached.
Looking at the sleeping Makarov in the cradle, Ian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Old Makarov! Old Makarov! I've saved everyone for you, but whether this will be a blessing or a curse for you in the future is something even I cannot say..."
"All I can do is wish you happiness. And, let me offer you one piece of advice: you must stay strong in life and face it with courage. After all, you're still young. There's nothing you can't get through! And if you truly can't, just endure it for a while, and it'll pass."
"…"
To this, baby Makarov remained silent.
"Since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as you fully accepting my heartfelt advice! In any case, good luck, Makarov…"
Ian smiled faintly as he looked at Makarov.
Baby Makarov: "You're really just bullying me because I can't talk, aren't you?!"