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

Urudia stood in front of the desk, hands clasped in front of her, and recounted the whole story in detail.

Her voice was steady and restrained, occasionally pausing unconsciously when mentioning certain details, as if she were carefully choosing her words.

Uru stood beside her, occasionally adding a few words in a soft voice, his gaze always tenderly fixed on his daughter.

After saying the last word, Urudia took a deep breath, turned around, faced the sun, and solemnly bowed deeply.

She bent her waist very low, her posture carrying a heavy sincerity.

Riyao leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and tilted his head slightly up, accepting the greeting with a clear conscience.

There wasn't a hint of embarrassment on his face; he even let out a soft hum, as if to say, "I'm awesome!"

Makarov sat behind his desk, watching the scene unfold before him, and remained silent for a long while.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness and pity.

"He was a child with a tragic fate."

Urutia straightened up and gently shook her head.

Her lips curled up slightly; the smile was faint, yet it conveyed a heartbreaking tranquility.

"I haven't had a hard life these past years, it's just a pity that I didn't have the courage to go up and talk to my mother back then."

Riyao lowered his arms from his chest and leaned forward slightly.

"Maybe it's a good thing, after all, you're a rare experimental subject. If you had really run away back then, Brian might have come after you, your mother..."

He paused mid-sentence, his tongue swirling in his mouth, abruptly changing the form of address.

"...Your mother, Gray, and Leon will all be in danger."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the office seemed to freeze.

Urudia stared blankly at the ground, Uru lowered his eyes slightly, and Makarov slowly closed his eyes.

The three of them fell into deep thought, and the room was so quiet that only the occasional birdsong from outside the window could be heard.

After a moment, Riyao broke the silence with a light cough and continued to ask.

"So what's the purpose of your visit? You couldn't have come specifically to thank me, could you? You probably already know about Uru's situation; he can't stay away from me for too long."

Urudia let out a long sigh of relief, as if to release all the emotions that had been building up in her chest.

She raised her eyes, her gaze becoming serious and sharp.

"Perhaps you are right. The purpose of this visit is related to Fairy Tail, or rather, to Precht Gelberg, the second guild master of Fairy Tail."

Upon hearing that familiar name, Makarov's pupils contracted sharply, and he froze in his chair as if he had been electrocuted.

Riyao also made a surprised expression at the right time, with his mouth slightly open and his eyebrows raised high. This time, his expression management was perfect, no problem at all.

"What happened to the second generation?"

Makarov's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, his withered fingers gripping the chair armrests tightly.

Urutia shook her head, not answering directly, but changing the subject instead.

"Let me first tell you my true identity. I am one of the three members of the Balam Alliance, a key member of the Demon's Heart Guild, and the leader of the Seven Kin of Purgatory."

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously tensed her shoulders, as if waiting for some kind of judgmental reaction.

However, Uru's reaction surprised everyone. She reached out and affectionately patted Urutia's head, her eyes shining with pride, her tone filled with undisguised arrogance.

"My Urutia is really capable."

Urudia froze, and then a thin blush spread across her cheeks at a visible speed, from her ears all the way down to her neck.

She turned her head slightly, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Riyao rolled his eyes dramatically, his lips twitching as he muttered a sarcastic remark.

"Uru, your kid has become a high-ranking member of the dark forces? Isn't your focus a bit out of line?"

Uru then realized what was happening, grinned, scratched the back of his head, and chuckled twice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He apologized verbally, but his face showed no remorse whatsoever; his smile even held a hint of smugness.

Urutia took a deep breath to calm the heat on her face.

"However, the chairman who leads us is Precito Gelberg, now using the alias Hades."

The moment the words left his mouth, Makarov's pupils trembled violently, and his withered hands clenched tightly involuntarily.

With a sharp "crack," a piece of the chair armrest was crushed by his grip, and wood chips fell from between his fingers.

His lips trembled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face twisted together in extreme shock. He couldn't understand it, he just couldn't understand it.

Riyao frowned, quickly walked to Makarov's side, and gently placed a hand on his back.

A pale green healing light emanated from his palm, gently seeping into Makarov's body and helping him regulate his turbulent breathing.

Makarov remained silent for a long time, so long that even the light outside the window seemed to dim.

When he finally spoke, his voice was as dry as sandpaper.

"What was his purpose in establishing the Heart of the Devil?"

"Dark Mage Zeref".

The moment the name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the office suddenly became even heavier, as if an invisible hand had gripped everyone's throat.

It can be said that in the hearts of the dark forces today, Zeref is a supreme god.

They firmly believed that Zeref could be resurrected, and that under his leadership, the magic path would undergo an unprecedented transformation.

This faith was fanatical and blind, like a black flame burning fiercely in the dark.

Makarov clearly knew something. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke in a very low voice.

"Is he looking for Jelf?"

"Yes, and Hades discovered that Zeref was asleep, and he is trying to find a way to wake up the real Zeref."

Riyao listened without changing his expression, but inwardly he was cursing: "Sleeping my ass! That idiot is just pretending, he's even getting a little confused himself."

Ultear didn't stop. As if she had made up her mind, she poured out all the internal information of the demon's heart.

She revealed everything she knew, including the guild's location, the list of core members, Hades's modus operandi, and recent plans, as well as information about other dark guilds.

There was something else that caught Sunrise's attention: Jellal had actually been kidnapped by the Oración Seis. The Council of Magisters was as useless as ever.

After delivering the last piece of information, she lowered her head slightly, her voice becoming very soft.

"I intend to remain in the heart of the devil."

Uru's expression changed instantly. She took a step forward, her voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"Now that you know the truth, why do you still want to go back?"

Urudia lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly together in front of her, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

"I'll stay undercover there so I can stop them from waking up Jelf at the crucial moment."

She paused for a moment, raised her hand and quickly wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, but tears still welled up uncontrollably and silently slid down her cheeks.

"Moreover, I have done many unforgivable things over the years, and I can no longer enjoy a good life with a clear conscience."

Her voice broke into a sob at the last few words, and her shoulders began to tremble slightly, like a bird with nowhere to hide in a storm.

Looking at his daughter, whose face was streaked with tears, Uru's eyes instantly reddened as well.

She didn't say anything, but simply stepped forward, stretched out her arms, and hugged Urutia tightly.

Her hand gently stroked her daughter's back, the movement as tender as if she were touching a fragile treasure.

Tears slid down Uru's cheeks and dripped onto Urutia's shoulder, leaving a small, dark stain.

Silence fell in the office again, but this time, the silence carried a profound warmth.