Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

We absolutely have to punch him hard in the face!!!

Yefried: "Why do they seem more interested in beating me up than saving me?"

Asa: "Master, you're overthinking it. Your companion is clearly very enthusiastic."

They were supposed to beat up Yefrit, but everyone in the guild was having their minds replaying past incidents of being tricked by Yefrit.

The thought of these things made everyone grit their teeth and clench their fists even tighter!

‘Boom boom boom’

Everyone's in Natsu mode, giving Rib a good beating.

Ribu was completely unable to resist, and only thanks to Yefrit's control was he able to barely maintain his position.

But Yefrit was just playing around, while everyone else was very serious; in terms of fighting spirit, they were on completely different levels.

Even with his excellent command skills, he was still suffering repeated defeats.

"Yeflit—hold on!"

The king and his entourage were terrified. They never expected that this group of thugs could single-handedly take over the capital and even force Ribu to endure the pressure.

'Pat-pat-pat'

Amidst the deafening noise of the battle, one footstep could be heard clearly.

Everyone quickly looked toward the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

It's Princess Anita.

She was carrying a knife in her hand, and her beautiful and gorgeous princess dress was stained red. She walked slowly with a calm expression, but there were a few drops of blood on her face, making her look extremely strange.

"Anita, my daughter, where have you been? I was so worried about you!" the king exclaimed with delight.

Anita disappeared as soon as the battle began.

This led the king to believe that his frail daughter had perished in the chaos.

I never expected to see him again.

etc.

Why is she holding a knife?

What's with the blood on her body?

Anita listened to the king's words, twirled her sword, and said, "I went and retrieved a weapon."

"A weapon?" Everyone asked in confusion, then looked at the knife in Anita's hand.

This knife looks... kind of familiar?

"Sword Saint, you killed the Sword Saint!" the eldest prince shouted.

"..." Everyone was shocked.

The Sword Saint is the only one in this world where everyone worships magic who insists on using the way of the sword.

He was already famous fifty years ago—unrivaled in the world!

Not only is no one his match, but they can't even withstand a single blow from his blade!

Every swordsman cherishes his sword as a treasure, even as his life. There is only one way to obtain their sword—to kill them.

At that moment, everyone looked at Anita and felt utterly unfamiliar with her.

Anita replied calmly, "Sword Saint? If you're talking about that old man with a good knife, then I did just go and kill him with a fruit knife."

"Gudong-"

Everyone swallowed hard.

He took a fruit knife and killed the Sword Saint.

this.

He appeared completely unharmed, not even breaking a sweat.

The fact that Anita, who usually looks so well-behaved and cute, has suddenly become the new generation of sword saint is such a bombshell that it feels unreal to anyone.

All of this feels like a dream.

First, a group of bandits broke into the capital and the palace.

Then came the demon, whom the royal family had supported for many years and who thought he was invincible, who was now being beaten down.

Finally, there's Anita. I thought she was just a cute little girl, but I never expected her to be able to defeat the Sword Saint.

"Could it be because the Sword Saint is already very old?" one of the princes speculated.

Everyone's eyes lit up; this reason was more convincing.

When the Sword Saint became famous fifty years ago, he was already over forty.

He's over ninety years old now, almost a hundred.

It's not impossible that he might become so old that he can't even lift a knife.

Anita made no comment on this.

They neither clarified the truth nor offered any explanation.

It doesn't matter.

Anita looked at the battle outside and said, "Yefrit, let me help you."

Yefritte narrowed her eyes slightly.

He hadn't expected that Anita would be the most troublesome one.

He "saw" the whole thing.

Is the Sword Saint too old to wield his sword anymore?

No.

He looked much like Hades; though old, he was energetic and healthy, and if he shaved his beard, you could believe he was in his forties or fifties.

Anita was indeed holding a fruit knife. She approached the Sword Saint and swung her knife.

This strike was incredibly fast.

Before the swordsman could even raise his sword, his head flew off.

Yefried was quite certain that she had let Hai go with that knife that night.

This girl's strength is such that even in Asland, there aren't many people who can stop her.

Fortunately, his deceptive magic had already put the situation under control.

We can't let her cause trouble.

She was not part of the plan.

Moreover, fighting her would prevent the guild members from gaining valuable experience.

Yefritte used deception magic.

The flesh body descended from the demon.

Anita looked at him in surprise.

She glanced at the fierce battle above, then at Yefrit who had walked up to her, and then turned around, but no one had noticed them.

Has she become isolated from the world?

“What are you going to do?” Yefried asked.

“I’ll help you,” Anita said with a smile.

“No need,” Yefrit coldly refused.

“Hmm,” Anita tapped her chin with her index finger, pretending to think. After a moment, she said, “But… no matter what, I’m not your subordinate.”

"I am not a member of the X Knights."

"Neither is one of your admirers."

“In terms of status, I am a princess and you are a duke.”

"In terms of strength, I can't do anything to you, and you can't do anything to me."

"I don't need anything from you in terms of our relationship."

"so--"

Anita said smugly, "I'm different from everyone else around you. I'm your equal."

“Alright, let’s have an equal dialogue.” Yevli nodded. Although he had the power to take down the other party directly, he was very curious about what Anita was trying to do.

He had a hard time figuring out what was going on in this person's mind; her mind was a complete mess.

“You are not from our world,” Anita said.

"No."

"You need to go back to your world."

"Yes."

"But you are my fiancé."

"You don't like me, and I don't like you either."

"But you're very interesting, and I've fallen for you."

"Sorry, I refuse."

Anita: "."

She suddenly swung her knife, pointing it at Mirajane.

'Om'

The strike missed its mark, but it cleaved the entire capital in two, demonstrating its terrifying power.

She looked at Yefrit with a puzzled expression, only to find that the other woman's face was very gloomy.