doitstory Chapter 594 The Unknown Side of Speaker Hayberian
Chapter 594 The Unknown Side of Speaker Hayberian
Chapter 594 The Unknown Side of Speaker Hayberian
"An S-rank commission? Information on the key to the Zodiac!"
Lucy excitedly repeated it, her hands unconsciously tightening around the Celestial Key at her waist.
"I was just worried about not having a good commission, but the president directly sent me the most suitable one."
Mira gently ran her fingers through the silver hair that fell over her shoulder, her gaze tenderly fixed on Lucy, and said with a smile, "Looks like Lucy's luck is pretty good~"
"A commission from the fourth-ranked senior of the Ten Wizard Saints won't be easy to come by."
Erza patted Lucy on the shoulder with a serious expression, "This is your first time accepting an S-rank commission, so do your best, Lucy."
Although the rule that "non-S-class mages cannot go up to the second floor" was abolished after the new guild was established, S-class commissions are still only open to S-class mages, unlike Natsume and the others.
Even if their strength has reached this level.
It's not hard to tell from Makarov's gesture of calling Lucy over that the old man probably intended to entrust this task to Lucy from the very beginning.
After all, it involves the keys to the zodiac, and it will also allow Lucy to receive the training she deserves!
"Yeah! I'll definitely get my hands on the new key!" Lucy clenched her fist with high spirits.
Collecting all the keys to the Zodiac is the ultimate wish of every Celestial Spirit Mage. If one can achieve this, they will definitely go down in history.
This is something even her mother, Leila, couldn't do (Leila didn't entirely own the key to open the Eclipse Gate)!
For a moment, Lucy's thoughts drifted, her mind filled with the dashing image of herself opening the twelve gates: twelve Celestial Spirits surrounding her, radiant with golden light, the center of attention—
Seeing his silly sister's expression, Chase poured cold water on her enthusiasm: "It's too early for you to be having those kinds of daydreams."
"As far as I know, Warlord, the fourth of the Ten Wizard Saints, is a great mage of the same generation as Hades, and he has a rather eccentric personality. Even I have to think carefully about his request."
"What?! Even Chesgo needs to think this through?!" Lucy's eyes instantly cleared, and her pupils contracted slightly.
The magnificent scene of ascending to the pinnacle of Celestial Spirit Mage before their eyes shattered with a crash, replaced by the silhouette of a terrifying monster with bloodshot eyes and a chilling aura.
A cold wind seemed to pass through the air, and only then did she belatedly realize what the title "the fourth-ranked Archmage of the Ten Wizard Saints" really meant!
Thinking of this, Lucy's beautiful eyes darted around, and she clasped her hands together, adopting an extremely fawning expression: "Hehe, kind brother Chase, I wonder if you have any time lately—"
"I'm busy, I have to prepare for the Holy Ten Assessment in ten days." Chess refused without even thinking, not even lifting his eyelids.
"That's outrageous! You just said it would be a piece of cake!" Lucy yelled.
You think a freak like you needs ten days to prepare? You're kidding me!
Seeing that she couldn't get help from the stinky card dealer, Lucy immediately looked at Mira and Erza, who were both experienced S-class players, with hope in her eyes.
"Oh dear, I've been busy with guild matters lately since we finished the Tartaros raid, so I haven't been able to get away for a while," Mira said.
"I'm sorry, Lucy, I just made an appointment this morning with the magic blacksmith in the next town. I need a set of armor made." Erza also gently shook her head and declined.
Mira realized that Makarov wanted Lucy to lead the training team alone, but she was genuinely too busy to help Lucy. Of course, forging the Phoenix Armor as soon as possible was more important.
These materials were sent by Chess!
"Oh no, how could this happen—"
Lucy let out a wail and collapsed onto the coffee table like a lump of mud, her cheek pressed against the cold surface, her long golden hair scattered all over the floor.
Although she was a legitimate S-class mage promoted through Tenrou Island, it was clear that her mindset was still stuck in the past, and her first reaction when encountering difficulties was to find a powerful backer.
"Alright, Lucy, it's just an S-rank commission. I have faith in you!" Chase said encouragingly with a smile, patting her head.
"Thanks, but do you think Wadasi's confidence was destroyed by some bastard?!" Lucy lifted her head off the table and gave Chase a piece of her mind.
"Then it's decided. You'll be in charge of the S-class commission, Lucy."
Makarov coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and said in a serious tone, "This concerns the reputation of Fairy Tail. We must complete it beautifully and leave a good impression on Elder Volod."
"President, if you say that, Watashi will be under even more pressure—" Lucy sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping.
Despite her initial hesitation, she finally mustered the courage to accept the commission.
There's no way around it, the allure of the Zodiac Keys is just too great!
After obtaining the detailed address of the person who commissioned her, Warlord, she eagerly ran to the first floor of the guild to find reliable teammates, the wooden stairs creaking under her feet.
"That's enough said, Chess, you can all go now."
Makarov turned around, his eyes darting eagerly to the bottom of the coffee table, before he walked toward his desk with an air of nonchalance. "The campaign against the Gates of Hell has taken two days and created a lot of trouble. You bunch of brats are such a handful."
However, halfway there he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned around abruptly.
The three of them, Chase and his companion, showed no sign of leaving and were gathered around the coffee table, examining something.
"Even more daring than Lucy's outfit! I never knew clothes could be worn like this!!" Erza blushed, her red hair falling down to cover half of her burning cheeks.
"Wait, Chase! Close your eyes and don't look at these!" Mira snapped, hands on her hips.
Seeing his hidden "treasure" laid out flat on the table for all to see, Makarov's expression changed drastically: "Hey! You lot!!"
"Oh, President, weren't you busy with official business?"
Mira swiftly grabbed the photo album of beautiful women, her smile laced with malice. "This kind of low-quality reading material that would affect your work, you probably didn't hide it away specifically to read secretly, did you?"
"Of course, that's for sure. Do I look like the kind of old man who's always up to no good?"
Even though his heart was bleeding, Makarov forced himself to suppress his panic, putting his hands behind his back and putting on a calm expression. "It must have been those two guys, Macao and Wakaba, who hid it. Honestly, I told them not to bring this junk into the office!"
His voice was steady and calm, but the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed him completely.
"I see. Since it's trash, let me take care of it for you."
Mira's smile grew even sweeter, and purple smoke with destructive energy emerged from her fingertips. Magic condensed in the air, emitting a faint humming sound.
"No! That's a special collector's edition of the 100th issue! I begged Speaker Hyberion all night before he reluctantly parted with it!"
Makarov was so frightened that he immediately revealed his true colors, stretching out his hands as if to save someone, his old face contorted with wrinkles.
Did you beg Speaker Hyberion all night?
Chase instantly grasped the meaning behind Old Ma's words and was immediately surprised.
So, the second Saint Ten, that elegant gentleman who liked to swirl a glass of red wine filled with milk, actually also had a taste for this?
This is some explosive information that even he, a transmigrator, didn't know!
In the end, Mila couldn't resist Old Ma's tearful pleading and "mercifully" returned the limited edition photobook.
As I left the president's office, the noise from downstairs could be clearly heard.
Lucy has gathered her teammates for this S-class commission, and the group is sitting around the table discussing their plan of action.
Chess, Mira, and Erza stood on the second-floor corridor and looked down. They saw that, in addition to their previously confirmed teammates, Eclair, Lucy's best friends Levy and Cana were also there, as well as Wendy and Charlene.
As for why they didn't invite Natsu and Gray, who are also from the strongest squad, Natsu is currently undergoing special training with Bahamut, while Gray wants to go back to his hometown with his father, Silver, and doesn't have any spare time.
Even so, their team would be considered top-tier even by other guilds, possessing capabilities in output, support, control, scouting, and healing, making them more than capable of handling typical S-rank missions!
"Then Mira, could you please help me find out their departure time?"
Chase crossed his arms over the railing, his gaze passing through the noisy crowd below and landing on Lucy.
After all, she was the silly little sister he had taken in, and he was still a little worried about her. He planned to secretly follow Lucy to ensure her safety and see how much she had grown.
Since I'm free anyway, I might as well take this opportunity to visit Warlord, one of the guild's founding elders.
"Okay, fine, just spoil her then!"
Mira nodded in agreement, then, on a sudden impulse, she covered her eyes with her hands and began to sob, "You went off to have a tryst with that slut Erza, leaving me here as a spy in the guild! Waaah, you don't love me anymore, you definitely don't love me anymore!"
Her voice was deliberately amplified, carrying a mocking sob, but a cunning eye peeked out from between her fingers.
"W-what rendezvous! Chase was clearly going to accompany me to the next town to forge the Phoenix Armor!" Erza quickly corrected her, her cheeks burning.
"She even yelled at me! Chase definitely prefers violent women, waaaaaah!"
The subsequent chirping was not a sob, but a muffled sound from a gagged mouth.
Chess had already wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to kiss her.
A few seconds later, the saliva, mixed together, stretched into thin threads in the air, refracting into tiny glimmers of light in the sunlight streaming through the window.
Chess released her and laughed, "Are you satisfied with this compensation, my Miss Mira?"
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Mira dropped her disguise, looked at Erza with an arrogant air, and licked her lips in a showy manner.
Even so, her heart was pounding uncontrollably with nervousness.
The president's office was just around the corner of the corridor, and downstairs were groups of friends gathered in twos and threes. The feeling of secretly kissing Chess was strangely exciting.
"Shameless! Shameless!" The straightforward Erza could only blush and angrily rebuke.