A long while later.
"Second Generation, Second Generation, are you alright?!"
Even Precht himself didn't know how much time had passed. He only heard anxious shouts continuously coming from beside his ears…
The shouts seemed familiar to him, so he slowly opened his eyes.
Hmm, what greeted his eyes was Makarov's old face.
"Sigh…"
Seeing this, Precht sighed helplessly.
"Why do I feel like, Second Generation, you look very disappointed seeing my face?"
Makarov asked, puzzled, looking at the sighing Precht.
"So, how long have I been unconscious?"
Precht seemed too lazy to answer Makarov's words. He merely glanced at Makarov casually, then asked weakly.
"You've been unconscious for a full hour."
Makarov wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said anxiously.
"Is that so?"
"Heh heh…"
"Speaking of which, I seem to have had a dream just now…"
"In my dream, Mavis told me she no longer needed my protection. Thinking about it now, that's completely impossible! How could Mavis not need my protection?!"
"Once Mavis loses my protection, who else can she rely on?!"
"Rely on the Black Wizard who killed her…"
Precht muttered to himself, seemingly giving himself psychological hints, deceiving himself. At the same time, perhaps because the most important purpose of psychological hints is to make oneself believe, and thus no lies can be mixed in, Precht inadvertently seemed to reveal a huge secret.
"Second Generation."
Fortunately, Makarov was thick-skinned. He didn't care about the meaning of Precht's words. After hearing Precht's muttering, he couldn't help but feel a slight sting in his nose, reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, thinking to himself: "Second Generation truly cares too much about First Guild Master. He was so angered by a single sentence from First Guild Master that he fainted directly. After he woke up, he even cast a psychological suggestion spell on himself, forcing himself to forget everything that just happened! Second Generation is truly too good, I'm crying my eyes out."
Well, the current situation of the Fairy Tail Guild was that the entire guild knew that Second Guild Master Precht was First Guild Master Mavis's simp.
Only Second Guild Master himself didn't know.
"Makarov…"
"I know that the current you is completely different from the past you."
"To reclaim the management rights of the Magic Guild Fairy Tail from your hands, that would be a fool's dream, an unrealistic thing!"
"So from today onwards, you and I, grandfather and grandson, will work together, one in the shadows and one in the light, doing our utmost to protect the best Mavis in the world."
Precht not only wanted to become a simp himself, but he also wanted to bring his good disciple and successor, Makarov, along to become a simp…
Hmm, he, Precht, was the ultimate simp in the world.
"Since Mavis doesn't wish to see me, then I shall leave!"
"I think it's getting late, it's time to go back…"
Then, Precht murmured to himself.
Yes, how could Precht not know that everything he had heard just now was not an illusion! It was something that had actually happened…
Even if the original intention of those words was not for Precht to leave!
But his faintly aching heart could not be faked at all…
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