Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

The next day, the Fairy Tail guild was in a state of uproar!

The atmosphere in the hall was like a powder keg that had been lit. The members were all indignant, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, the tables and chairs were slammed and rattled, and the wine glasses were knocked over.

Levy and her two companions were found lying in the park, barely alive, by residents who were out for their morning exercise.

According to witnesses, the scene was horrific.

An elderly woman carrying a shopping basket patted her chest as she recalled the past, her face crinkling with wrinkles.

"When we found them, their faces were all red from being beaten, so red they looked like they could bleed!"

An elderly man walking his dog nearby shook his head and sighed; the leash in his hand had come loose.

"That little girl's head was buried in the ground, half of her head was stuck in the soil, it was heartbreaking to see."

Another auntie who was doing her morning exercise covered her mouth, looking terrified.

"Oh my goodness, those injuries are terrifying to look at! Those two young men were covered in metal shavings!"

As for Iron Dragon Gajeel, he collapsed at the entrance of the Ghost Guild.

When he was found, he reeked of alcohol and was snoring so loudly that the door was rattling.

After waking up, he couldn't remember anything from yesterday. He rubbed his head, looking completely bewildered. The others thought he might have blacked out.

Actually, Mirajane had hit him too hard, so Sunshine kindly treated Gajeel and threw him back, only doing a little something to his brain area to make his memory of last night blurry.

Sometimes forgetting the pain is a good thing.

Mirajane felt great after the fight and was especially happy today.

Her long silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, a gentle and radiant smile graced her lips, and she hummed a little tune as she wiped the bar, her steps light as if she were walking on clouds.

Makarov glanced at Sunrise, his eyes clearly saying, "Look what you've done," but he didn't say anything.

The short man jumped onto the bar, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted angrily. His voice was old and loud, making the wine glasses tremble.

"My minions! Let the scum of the wraiths taste our wrath!"

"Wow! Let's get this party started!"

Natsu was the first to respond, his fists bursting into flames and his eyes shining like two fireballs.

"Freeze all the ghostly wretch to dust!"

Gray clasped his hands together, and icy blue magic gathered in his palms.

"A real man must kick their asses hard!"

Elfman crossed his arms and nodded with a serious expression.

Riyao raised his hand and shouted, his voice louder than anyone else's, his fist waving in the air.

"Hang them up and whip them for three days and three nights!"

Makarov pressed down on Riyao's shoulder, his short hand surprisingly strong, and pushed him back into his seat.

"You stay here and guard the house for me!"

"Ah! I don't want to!"

Riyao grumbled and whined like a child whose toys had been confiscated, slumping into his chair.

"I want to go and beat someone up too!"

Mirajane clenched her fist and swung it, her long silver hair drawing an arc in the air, her eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

I'll get yours.

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Riyao's cheek. His lips were soft and warm. After kissing him in front of everyone, he even licked his lips, looking like he still wanted more.

Riyao's complaints stopped abruptly, his ears turned slightly red, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

"Okay, then I'll stay behind."

Once they set off to cause trouble for the Phantom Lord, the hall suddenly fell silent.

When Sunshine arrived at the ward and opened the door, he saw Levy and the other two leisurely reading books.

Levy sat with her legs crossed, flipping through a book on magic theory, while Jade and Troy each held a comic book, engrossed in their reading, showing no signs of injury.

"Your acting skills still need improvement."

Riyao leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, looking disgusted.

Levy's face flushed as she thought about her experience lying on the board in the park this morning.

Riyao also gave them terrible battle-damaged makeup, with bruises and welts all over their faces, and even drew a big bump on her forehead.

When surrounded by onlookers, she just wanted to bury her head in the ground and not face the truth.

"This is so embarrassing, I promise I'll never come home late again, sob sob sob."

He covered his face with the book as he spoke, his voice muffled as it came from under the pages, his short blue hair scattered on the pillow.

Jade and Troy hugged each other and cried bitterly. The two grown men sobbed uncontrollably, snot running down their faces.

"If we were a little stronger, we could have easily crushed that iron dragon!"

Riyao said sternly, without a trace of sympathy in his tone.

"Stronger? Then you can choose a more aesthetically pleasing way to fall."

The three of them stopped talking, and the ward fell silent, broken only by the sound of turning pages and occasional sobs.

Uru walked in, his wooden body creaking. He leaned against the doorway, crossed his arms, and tilted his head to look at Riyao.

"It will definitely be black when you cut it open."

Riyao shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"There's no other way; you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days straight. We can only feel at ease if we disperse them all."

……

Soon another patient joined the ward; Makarov had been ambushed by the Phantom Four Elemental Aria.

When the news came back, the atmosphere in the entire guild plummeted to freezing point.

The members were all dejected; some squatted in the corner, some lay on the table, and some silently wiped away their tears.

Everyone was in low spirits. Mirajane leaned listlessly on Sunrise's shoulder, her long silver hair hanging down and covering half of her face. Her usual gentle smile had disappeared, replaced by deep worry.

Sunshine patted Mirajane's head, running his fingers through her silver hair, gently soothing her.

He always felt like he had forgotten something, like something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

Elfman slammed his fist on the table, denting it and making the water glasses on it bounce.

"The Ghosts are so despicable! They're not manly at all! What kind of skill is a sneak attack!"

Kana sighed and rubbed her forehead, her wine glass wobbling slightly.

"This has nothing to do with being a man, can you please stop dragging men into everything?"

Gray was so angry that he forgot to take off his shirt. He sat in the corner fully clothed, his hands behind his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Lisana began contacting the members who were outside, her short white hair swaying gently under the lights, her fingers flying across the communication crystal ball, ready to get revenge.

Laxus's attitude was extremely hostile, and his arrogant laughter came through the communication crystal ball.

"Huh? The old man actually got ambushed? Hahahaha! I'm stuck outside and can't get back. You guys have fun."

Lisana gritted her teeth and refrained from cursing back.

Unable to contact Mystergan, they could only leave messages via mail. The crystal ball remained silent; the hooded man was always the same, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Gildarts scratched his wild, orange-red hair, looking troubled.

"I can't get back now; it will take me some more time."

Kana shouted at the crystal ball, her voice as sharp as a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You old geezer! Your daughter's being bullied!"

Gildarts immediately flew into a rage, his furious voice echoing from the crystal ball, causing the screen to tremble.

"Wait! Dad can't get back in time, so I'll go wipe out those branches nearby! I'll teach them a lesson for messing with my daughter!"

Kana's eyes were slightly red, but she couldn't help but smile.

A rumbling sound came from outside the guild, the ground trembled slightly, and the water glass on the table rippled.

Everyone stood up and walked outside.

The giant ghost headquarters was seen coming from the sea.

It was a giant, mobile mechanical fortress, like a steel mountain floating on the sea, blocking out the sky and casting a shadow that covered half the port.

Huge gears slowly turned on both sides of the fortress, emitting a dull rumble, and the seawater was churned into white foam.

The outer walls of the fortress were engraved with the symbols of the wraiths, which reflected a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Riyao looked out the window, clicked his tongue, put his hands in his pockets, and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"Old man, that old devil Joseph thinks he's got us cornered. With such a big show of force, he's probably brought out all his savings."

Makarov poked his head out of bed, his gray hair disheveled, his face still somewhat pale, but the anger in his eyes had not diminished at all.

His tone was angry, and his mustache twitched with rage.

"That bastard really dares to do that!"

Mirajane's eyes widened, her silver eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.

"President, are you alright?"

Makarov sat up and stretched his shoulders. Although his movements were still a little stiff, he had clearly recovered most of his strength.

Riyao chuckled, stood up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and looked smug.

"I created a life link for all of you before you set off. There were too many people and the distance was too far, so the effect was a bit weak. The old man was fine when you came back."

He paused, then added.

"But the fact that old Joseph dared to come so brazenly means he came prepared. The real show is about to begin."

Outside the window, the massive Phantom Fortress slowly approached, its shadow growing longer and longer, like a gaping maw about to devour the entire Magnolia.

Of course, Riyao wouldn't say that he deliberately made the old man suffer, so that even if the council came, they wouldn't be able to find fault.