Fairy Tail: I don't want to be the president

Chapter 131 Rod, can you write a letter of apology?

Mira changed back to her normal outfit, except for an extra bracelet.

Rhodes also returned to his normal life, with a little more joy in his heart.

Wait until everyone wakes up, put the messy tables and chairs in order, repair the broken things, then those who should go home go home, those who should work work, and those who should chat continue chatting.

Makarov looked at the children who went to check the notice board after cleaning up the guild, feeling both relieved and worried.

He thought about it seriously and said tentatively: "Rod."

"What's wrong, President?" Rhodes was trying to get Mira to go to the lounge to sleep.

She said she didn't pull all-nighters, but was definitely sleep deprived.

"Do you want to team up with someone else?" Makarov looked at the problem children in front of the bulletin board. "For example, how about Alzak?"

"President, I just came back and I want to rest for a few days." Rhodes saw through the president's little thoughts at a glance. The old man was too obvious.

"That's true." Makarov was also a little embarrassed and sighed regretfully.

Rod wondered, "Why are you so worried? I remember that Arzak is usually quite stable and doesn't get into trouble that often, right?"

Mira explained for Makarov: “It’s because there’s something wrong with Arzak’s condition recently.

After the harvest festival, he went out to take on two missions. Everything went smoothly, but he was distracted at the critical moment each time and almost hit the wrong target when shooting.

Especially last time, the client came to complain that Alzac's magic bullet brushed past his ear, which was too scary."

"So serious?" Rhodes frowned. "If this continues, someone will die, right?"

Mira wanted to yawn, but held it back and continued:

"It's not to that extent yet, because Arzak usually uses paralysis bullets, so it won't be a problem if he gets hit, but this state is not very good."

"You're distracted and not focused at a critical moment... I think it might be due to lack of rest. You need a good sleep." Rhodes stared at Mira, "What do you think?"

Mira gave him a reproachful look: "Yes, yes, wait until I finish calculating yesterday's turnover..."

"Let me help you calculate. I'm a science student, and my math test scores are no less than 140." Rhodes snatched the pen and account book from her.

“…” Mira didn’t understand what the grading criteria were, but judging by his expression, he must be very impressive.

She blinked, not wanting to disappoint his kindness: "President, I'm going to take a rest for a while. You can go talk to Arzak."

"Ah, you've worked hard too." Makarov nodded. He should indeed let Alzak take a rest.

He looked at Rhodes and then at Mira. They were both very reliable children.

……

It’s been more than a week since the harvest festival, and the festive atmosphere in Magnolia has faded.

Because most of the tourists from other places had left, the only guests in the tavern were the guild members and a few nearby residents as usual. It was not as busy as before the festival, so the tavern could still handle it without Mira alone.

But when someone wants to accept a commission, the president needs to decide whether to approve it. Rhode is still a long way from reviewing the commission.

He could help with registration, stamping, and looking for information, to help the president share some of the burden. He always watched Mira do these things, so he was very familiar with the process.

Makarov glanced at Rod who was working hard.

In fact, except for him and Mira, no one else can look through the commissioned documents.

But after letting Rhodes take a look... he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so he didn't say anything.

Makarov suddenly realized that this kid could do a lot of things, whether it was leading a team to do a mission or managing the guild, he seemed to be able to get involved. And he could do it well... No, not just well, but excellently.

Makarov thought, "I really want to leave everything to Rod."

Although it might be a bit hard...but Mira is here, so it won't be hard if we each do half.

Makarov fell into deep thought, and after a moment he suddenly asked:
"Rod, can you write a letter of apology?"

"What?" Rhodes' pen stopped. Why was he suddenly asking about the apology?

"It's the kind of self-review that the guild leader is ordered to submit to the Council when a guild member gets into trouble."

"Don't even think about it. I won't write a single word of your apology for you."

Rhode said firmly, "I just made contributions to the guild, and Gray just vomited blood for the guild. Why do you want me to write a self-criticism?"

“…I’m not asking you to write it for me now.”

"I can't write it for you tomorrow." Rhodes said, "I advise you to hurry up and start writing. You may have another self-criticism to write tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow..."

"..." Makarov was gradually petrified. This kid's words were too hurtful.

"Hello, President Makarov! Rod, you're back! It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Brother Goodman! I just came back yesterday... Because I had a party right after I came back, I have been in the guild the whole time and haven't had time to go home yet."

Rhodes was a little surprised. Goodman would occasionally come to the tavern for a drink, but the frequency was very low. Including this time, he had only seen Goodman twice in the guild.

"How come you have time to come here? Do you have a mission to entrust?"

"No, I just wanted to take a break after being busy for a long time. By the way, you were quite active during the magic parade."

"Don't mention the magic parade. It's embarrassing." Rhodes poured a glass of wine for Goodman skillfully. "By the way, I have a gift for you."

Rhodes took out an exquisite wooden sculpture, a piece of cloth with beautiful patterns, and a small toy similar to a bamboo dragonfly from the suitcase.

"This... isn't this too expensive?" Goodman's family was in the wood carving and weaving business, and he felt that these things were of great value at first sight.

"I brought it back from the south. It's very cheap there, but the craftsmanship is quite special. I thought you might like it."

Rhode felt in his pocket and found the amulet hanging on the key. "Consider this as a reward for the gift you gave me before."

"That's just an ordinary amulet, its value is far less..." Goodman played with the wood carving, feeling embarrassed to accept it, but reluctant to push it back.

Rhodes shook his head slightly: "In my eyes, the value is the same. No, the value of this amulet may be even higher."

Goodman had no idea of ​​Rhodes's background or his current situation.

So he didn't know that for Rhodes at that time, every bit of kindness from strangers was precious.

"Well, then I'll shamelessly accept it?" Goodman really liked these things. He was thinking about whether to reduce the rent next month. "Molly and Bayer will definitely like them too. I'll bring them here in a few days to thank you."

Rhode waved his hand: "It's just a little gift, no need to be so serious."

Goodman reluctantly put the things aside for a while, holding a glass of wine and asking about Rhodes' experience of being away from home, and also talked to the president about Magnolia's recent events.

When he saw that the two were busy, he went to chat with Makao and Wakaba. The three of them would occasionally talk about family and children.

After helping two more people register for tasks, Rhode saw a somewhat slovenly man walk up to the counter:
"President Makarov, I want to join the guild, and I want to join Levi's Lane Engine Team."

(End of this chapter)