Fairy Tail: My Magic is Yugi Muto's Deck

Chapter 511 Fairy Tail's 9th Guild Master

Chapter 511 The Ninth Guild Master of Fairy Tail

Laxus noticed his grandfather's troubles, so he quickly chimed in, "Now that you're back, I'll return the chairmanship to you."

After two and a half years of torment as acting chairman, he, who had once launched a civil war within Fairy Tail for the position, experienced firsthand what pain truly meant and finally understood why Gildarts and Chase had previously avoided it like the plague.

The president, especially the president of Fairy Tail, is not someone a human can be!

These words added to Makarov's annoyance, but it was quickly replaced by cunning and shrewdness.

Perhaps, I can take advantage of this transition to announce that I'm getting old and directly appoint Chess as the new president!

Although the current state of the guild shows that Laxus has done a good job in the past two and a half years, in the old man's heart, Chase is still the best candidate for the next guild leader.

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Putting aside ability, prestige, and potential, the fact that Laxus had harmed his friends and family in the past alone disqualifies him from serving as chairman.

If you really want to investigate, he can't even be considered a member of the guild now!

As for Gildarts—

Makarov glanced at the perverted daughter-obsessed man following Kana around like a puppy, and then looked away without hesitation.

The next second, he switched into acting mode, his face immediately drooping as he tried to look even older. Then, he coughed twice and began to gather his emotions, saying earnestly, "Laxus, I'm glad you can recognize your place, but as for the guild master—"

"It's still worth a try."

Sensing the murderous intent, Chase naturally wouldn't sit idly by and quickly interjected, "After all, the old man is of retirement age, and you've accumulated a lot of experience as chairman over the past two years, so my suggestion is to continue."

He didn't care about the mistakes Laxus had made in the past; as long as the title of guild leader didn't fall on his head, he didn't care who came.

"You brat, who asked for your opinion?!" Makarov, whose performance had been interrupted, turned around and scolded angrily.

"Chase, you bastard—" Laxus's lips twitched.

"Laxus, now that you're the fourth guild master, you should know what to do, right?" Makarov suddenly changed his tune, giving Chess a meaningful look.

Laxus instantly understood: "Don't make a futile struggle, Chase. You should be the new president."

The grandfather and grandson's back-and-forth banter amused Chase: "Are you sure? You'll regret this."

"I am the president." Laxus raised his head, a hint of difficulty in suppressing his smile.

That feels so good! So this is what it felt like when that guy Mystergan threw a hot potato at me!

"Well, fine then, what can I do? I'm a member of the guild."

The conversation between "You regret it" and "I will regret it" gave Chase a strange sense of déjà vu, but he still pretended to be helpless and accepted the position of chairman.

Upon hearing this, the friends who had been drawn over by their conversation all wore expressions of disbelief.

Did Chess become the guild's fifth guild leader?

The naive Lucy looked worried, already imagining Chess leading the entire guild in battles everywhere.

Makarov, on the other hand, frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him: How could this brat agree so quickly without any resistance?

"Cough cough."

Ignoring his companions' whispers, Chess stood up and stood directly on the table, surveying the room. He cleared his throat and announced in a commanding tone, "Listen up, everyone! I have two important announcements to make."

"How arrogant! She's already giving orders as soon as she becomes president!" The image in Lucy's mind became more and more real.

"First, in my capacity as the fifth guild master, I hereby declare that Laxus, who has been expelled from the guild, may have his guild crest reinstated."

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Upon hearing this, everyone was somewhat surprised, but no one raised any objections.

Laxus's contributions over the past two and a half years have been evident to all, and their joint efforts during the Grand Magic Games have long earned them their respect for this former "villain" partner who started the civil war.

"Secondly, after careful and thorough consideration from multiple perspectives, it has been decided to appoint Erza, who has demonstrated outstanding performance in the Grand Magic Games of the Future World, as the sixth Guild Master!"

These words caused a brief, deathly silence to fall over the entire room, followed by—

"??!!!" *n

Everyone simultaneously let out an incredibly sharp scream, and even the guild buildings seemed to personify, jumping up and down in fright.

"So casual! It doesn't look like it's been carefully considered from multiple angles!" Lucy complained loudly.

"Me, me?!" Erza, who had just been appointed president, seemed flustered and at a loss.

"Oh my, the sixth guild master is Erza? That sounds interesting~" Mira didn't miss the chance to tease her rival and laughed happily.

Then, the next second, the slightly cunning white-haired girl froze, because—

Erza, following suit, tossed the hot potato over: "Then, then, then I appoint Mira as the seventh generation, because... her butt is so perky!"

Everyone was shocked again, while Lucy continued to complain, "What kind of ridiculous reason is that?!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Mira quickly regained her composure, raised her hand to smooth the strands of hair that fell to the side of her face, and pointed her pale finger at Gildarts not far away: "I appoint Uncle Gildarts as the eighth generation, because he is a philanthropic scumbag."

Gildarts seemed to have been prepared all along, calmly accepting the position of chairman and pointing to Makarov: "Oh, then the ninth generation will be the old man."

"This time they didn't even bother with a reason, and it all came back to the president!" Lucy's performance remained consistently strong.

"————" Makarov felt a buzzing in his ears.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, felt somewhat dead.

"Hahaha, do a good job as the ninth generation, I have high hopes for you!" Chase suppressed a laugh, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder in a sarcastic way.

Yes, that's the tone of a senior who was the former president of the previous association.

So, that "you'll regret this" line was directed at me!

Makarov belatedly sighed heavily, a sense of powerlessness welling up within him.

I thought I could finally start my retirement life of looking at beautiful women's photos every day, but I never expected that in just one minute, I would go from the third generation to the ninth generation, the lowest generation!

As the guild's patriarch, he simply couldn't act like those brats, treating the important guild leader like a commodity to be casually transferred.

The original is still watching from the side!

Wait, the original?

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes, and he abruptly looked up at Mebbes.

"No, that won't work. Third generation, no, ninth generation."

Mavis twitched her elven ears, tilted her head, and chuckled, "I'm in ghost form right now. I'll be playing here for a few days before heading back to Sirius Island."

Click.

Everyone seemed to hear the crisp sound of hope being extinguished, followed by Makarov's deafening, desperate cry of despair, tears streaming down his face: "Aaaaaah!"

"Fine, I'll be the elder then! I'll be the elder until I die!!!"