Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

Lucy slowly walked back to the group.

"Lucy, you did a fantastic job!" everyone praised.

"Natsu, how was it!" Lucy said proudly.

"Awesome!" Natsu gave a thumbs up.

"Hehe," Lucy laughed, "I've grown too!"

The other group, over at the crow's tail.

"Damn it!" Ivan's face darkened.

Makarov looked over smugly: Ivan, you still have a long way to go!

The second and third matches ended quickly.

The fourth match.

Chabadi exclaimed in surprise, "Oh—this is quite a heavyweight match!"

"By Fairy Tail Team B—"

“Jeffrit de la Vallière—”

"Battle—"

"The Scales of the Serpent Princess—"

"Jura Regis!"

"The Saintess's master, another user of deception magic, battles Jura, one of the Ten Saints!"

"This is going to be really interesting!"

"As we all know, Miss Emily has also accepted an invitation from the Ten Saints, which shows that Miss Emily already possesses the strength of the Ten Saints."

"Deceptive magic is magic that purely deceives the five senses."

"Jura's magic, on the other hand, is the power to manipulate the earth."

“Miss Emily—” Chabadi asked Emily, “If it were you, do you think you could defeat Mr. Jura?”

Emily said, "I can't say for sure, but my master won't lose!"

"It seems Miss Emily has a lot of confidence in Mr. Yefrit's abilities and his magic of deception!"

offstage.

“Jura,” Yefrit said, “is such a troublesome character. Why did they send me out? Why not Laxus?”

“Yefrit, cheer up,” Laxus said. “Win ​​beautifully.”

"What if we lose?" Yefrit said. "I don't really want to show off. If I beat Jura or something, my treatment will surpass that of Laxus, right?"

“If you lose,” Mirajane said with a grin, “you’ll be banned from fishing for a month.”

Yefried was taken aback.

Then he took off his hat, placed it in front of his chest, bowed deeply to Mirajane, and solemnly said, "Miss Devil, please rescind this punishment!"

"I will definitely defeat Jura decisively for the honor of the guild!"

"Don't worry!"

After saying that, Yefried turned around and walked energetically onto the stage.

Jura has arrived.

Seven years have passed, and he is more composed than he was back then.

Standing there, he looked like a mountain.

"Clang—" The gong that signaled the start of the match rang out, but Jura did not rush to attack.

“Mr. Yefrit, it’s been seven years,” Jura said. “Although you are very strong, I haven’t been standing still in these seven years.”

“I have already witnessed the power of deception magic firsthand with your disciple Emily.”

"But her magic of deception is not the same as yours."

"I will give it my all, and I hope you won't hold back either."

"Let's fight a beautiful battle!"

“Uh,” Yefrit slowly drew the long sword from her waist—Mirror Flower Mirror Flower—and said, “Emily’s deception magic is indeed very strong, almost as strong as mine. The only difference between us is subtle.”

"but--"

“Mr. Jura—”

"Please be aware—"

Yefrit bowed slightly, assuming a stance as if drawing her sword.

Seeing this, Jura didn't dare to be careless. Seven years ago, he didn't even dare to say that he could defeat Yefrit. In these seven years, Emily had turned deception magic into super magic. So, what level had Yefrit's deception magic reached?

He didn't think Yefrit, the first to develop weak deception magic into powerful magic, was any less talented than Emily.

Just then, Yefried said, "Actually, you've already lost."

"what?"

Jura was taken aback.

"My God!" Chabadi exclaimed in shock.

Everyone's eyes went blank.

The real world is right before my eyes!

On the competition stage, there was only Yevlit!

And Jura.

I'm standing right below the stage!

He stared in shock, his eyes wide.

With an innocent smile, Yefrit pushed up her glasses and said, "The match has been going on for over a minute, and you haven't gone on stage yet. I guess that counts as a forfeit."

Hear his words.

Everyone was silent.

Whether they are opponents or allies.

Whether it's Saber-Biting Tiger or tens of thousands of spectators.

The shock in my heart was beyond words!

Chapter 233, I, Pacas, hereby call you, Jefried, the God of Wine!

"Uh..." Upon hearing Yefrit's words, Chabati was momentarily speechless, then said, "This needs to be discussed."

The judges from the organizers immediately started arguing.

after awhile.

Announce the results.

Rematch.

Because what everyone really wants to see is for both sides to fight and one of them to fall down; that's the main point of the game.

Although Yefrit's move was impressive enough, something even Emily had never shown, that's precisely why everyone wanted to see Yefrit's performance even more spectacular—more displays of deceptive magic.

Super magic. Very rare!

That's why the audience came.

“Alright,” Yefrit said helplessly, “Since you can’t accept the first result, what about the second one?”

"????"

The entire audience was completely dumbfounded.

Yefried's words

What kind of trouble are you up to now?

Chabadi looked at Emily and saw that she was all smiles, clearly knowing what was going on. He quickly said, "Miss Emily, do you know what Mr. Yefried is up to again?"

“It’s not that we need it again, it’s that we’ve already finished it,” Emily said with a smile.

At this time-

'Snapped'

Yefried snapped his fingers.

The scene on stage changed once again.

Jura just went up on stage, intending to have a rematch.

He was lying on the ground, fast asleep, reeking of alcohol.

Wang Defa? !

what happened? !

"Why is Mr. Jura so drunk and reeking of alcohol?!" Chabadi exclaimed in shock.

“Because Master has been pouring wine for Mr. Jura ever since. Since you don’t accept the first kind of victory, you can accept this one, right?” Emily said matter-of-factly.

However, the matter is not that simple.

First of all

Yevlith would never force someone to drink alcohol.

After all, if he accidentally took a sniff, he might collapse before Jura.

In reality, it was Jefried who manipulated Jura's emotions, causing him to drink alcohol on his own.

While the competition organizers and judges were still discussing whether or not to hold a rematch.