“This city is so beautiful!”

Precito sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Makarov, and slowly passed through the streets of the town of Magnolia. He looked at the sincere expressions of every citizen in the town.

The smile on his face, the corners of his mouth raised, and he seemed to be feeling something inside.

"Yes! This city is so beautiful!"

Makarov pushed Precito's wheelchair and walked on the street. He looked at the smiling faces of the townspeople on the street and felt something in his heart. In this world full of magic, order in a town can be maintained forever.

Stability, the existence of Fairy Tail is indispensable...

It is precisely because the town of Magnolia has Fairy Tail, the strongest light mage guild in the continent, that the residents of the town can always live in peace and worry-free without having to worry about the dark mage guild, or

Invasion of the Black Magic Order.

"More than forty years have passed. Where have you been, second generation, during these forty years?"

After Makarov sighed with emotion for a while, he looked at the second-generation Fairy Tail president Prechito in the wheelchair, with a serious look on his face, and asked in a deep voice, deep in his heart, what did Prechito do these years?

Yes, I have some guesses.

"I went to many places and saw many things..."

There was emotion in Precito's voice. In forty years, he traveled throughout the Ishgar continent. At the same time, he was one step ahead of Makarov and noticed the existence of the Albares Empire in the Western Continent.

"Makarov, people like to call the mistakes they make experience!"

"But, in fact, in the world we live in, the real mistakes people make will not leave any experience at all. That is a fatal mistake..."

"Meteor Starlight..."

"No, goblin's heart, that is the mistake I made, and it is also the real, fatal mistake I made!"

Precito was sitting in a wheelchair, his pupils trembling slightly, his expression lost in thought.

"Second generation..."

Makarov's expression changed slightly. He certainly knew what the fairy's heart that Prechto said was. It was the biggest secret of their Fairy Tail, a secret treasure that must not be exposed, and the foundation of the guild.

"I once tried to use other ways to make up for the mistakes I had made, but unfortunately, I have failed. I was taught a hard lesson by the kid under you. In front of him, I pursued

Hundreds of years of magic seems so ridiculous, even the guild that I spent several years building was taken as a trophy by your little devil and drove over the small town of Magnolia..."

Precito recalled his battle with Ewen and couldn't help clenching his fists. The feeling of powerlessness when he faced Ewen was even worse than when he faced Zeref.

exaggerate!

If Zeref feels like a bottomless abyss, as long as you dig deeper, you can always dig out more things...

Then the feeling that Ewen gave to Precito was like the endless sea. Standing on the shore, no matter how you look at it, you can never see the end!

"Sure enough, was it you who made that thing in the sky? Second generation!"

"Devil's Heart, was the strongest dark guild on the continent of Ishgar founded by you?"

"Tell me why? Why did you fall into darkness?!"

After listening to Precito's words, Makarov gradually tightened his hands holding Precito's wheelchair, and at the same time asked Precito loudly.

Makarov had originally guessed that Prechto would be related to the huge magic airship in the sky and the heart of the demon of the Dark Magister Guild, the strongest in the world. After all, ordinary people couldn't build it.

Such a sophisticated magic airship in the sky!

Now when Precito admitted it in disguise, Makarov felt extremely sad. He didn't understand why the man who led him into the light chose to go into the darkness alone...

"Boy..."

"After more than forty years of traveling, I have discovered a truth. In this world, if you want to protect something that cannot be seen in the light, then you can only choose to hide yourself in the darkness and hide with her.

In the dark, dark abyss, this is how we can silently protect her!"

Precito did not become emotional because of Makarov's anger and roar. He remained calm and stated the reasons for what he did without expression. There was helplessness, emotion, and a hint of emotion in his words.

This gave Makarov an emotion that he couldn't understand.

"Second generation, you have already taken the wrong path. Don't continue on this path, otherwise you will never be able to recover!"

"Come back to the guild! Come back to Fairy Tail. No matter what difficulties you encounter, everyone in the guild will help you find a solution. Isn't that why the so-called guild and the so-called family exist?"

Makarov looked helpless, and he sincerely persuaded Precito in the wheelchair.

"It's precisely because of this that I hate you! Makarov!"

"It's ridiculous and childish to always talk about family and family. It's not that I have strayed from the path, it's that you have taken the wrong path..."

"Remember what I once told you? If magic is a miracle born from darkness, then the heart of a fairy is the miracle of our Fairy Tail!"

"Originally, I thought that after telling you about the fairy heart, you would work hard to protect her and take care of her! Create a powerful organization with the fairy heart as the core..."

"However, you let me down. You did not listen to my instructions and put the heart of the goblin first in the guild. Instead, you created a guild with family as the bond and put your so-called family first.

The organization that ranks first is completely on the wrong path!"

"Then the question is, if one day you have to choose between your family and the heart of the goblin, which side will you choose? When your family and the heart of the goblin, these two things are placed on the balance in your heart

The two ends of the world, then which side will your heart lean towards? Boy! Answer me quickly..."

Precito turned sideways, glared at Makarov behind him with his exposed left eye, and asked angrily.

Precito knew about the Albarez Empire, and he regarded the establishment of the Albarez Empire as his own mistake.

Precito believed that he had made two fatal mistakes in his life.

The first mistake was that he created the Fairy Heart, but failed to protect the information about the Fairy Heart. As a result, some people who should not know the information knew the information about the Fairy Heart.

The second mistake was to abandon the first-generation child, the child whose talent was so outstanding that it frightened people.

Because of Precito's abandonment, the child stood opposite Mebis, forcing such a powerful fighting force to be on the opposite side of Mabis. This was an extremely fatal act committed by Precito.

mistake.

It is precisely because Precito made these two fatal mistakes in succession that Precito asked Makarov this question. If one day, Makarov needs to do something between his family and his heart.

If given a choice, how should Makarov choose?

If Makarov chooses the heart, he will inevitably go to war with the Alvarez Empire commanded by Zeref who is seeking the heart. Face the powerful empire commanded by Zeref, and face the children of Mavis.

How many of Karloff's so-called family members, so-called members of the Imperial Guild, are left?

Would Makarov really risk the lives of all the members of the Fairy Tail guild, whom Makarov considers his family, for the fairy's heart?

But if Makarov chooses his family, then he must hand over the goblin's heart to the Albarez Empire and to the black magician Zeref. In other words, Mavis will

There is no possibility of survival...

In Precito's eyes, the reason why Fairy Tail Guild exists is because of Mavis. If Mavis dies, then there is no need for Fairy Tail to continue to exist. He will personally

To completely destroy Fairy Tail, just like when he, Mavis and others, single-handedly founded this guild...

"Answer me! Boy!!"

At this point, Precito's mood fluctuated for the first time. He looked at Makarov excitedly, waiting for an answer from Makarov.

"Second Generation, do you still need to ask me this question?"

"My answer is, if I have to make a choice, as long as one side of the multiple-choice question is my family, then no matter what is on the other side, even if it is my life, I will firmly choose my family!"

Makarov stood behind Precito, excited and preaching with a serious expression.

"Haha, really? You really choose your family!"

"Then I'm so sorry, kid, it seems we will eventually embark on a different path."

"Let me protect the goblin's heart and Mavis!"

After listening to Makarov's words, Precito smiled. Makarov's answer was all what he expected. So forty years later, he and Makarov finally walked on the road.

The completely opposite path.

"But the second generation, President Precito..."

"In my eyes, those noisy brats in the guild all the time are family members."

"On weekdays, the guild members who are either drinking and kicking or doing nothing are family members."

"I work hard every day, either throwing a meteorite to demolish the royal palace of a certain country, or to expel the black magicians in the town, so I demolish half the town in a rage, and occasionally make some big news to test me

The heart bastards are my family..."

"Although I left the guild, the people who are still working hard for Fairy Tail are family members!"

"Fairy Heart, Fairy Tail's first president Mavis is of course family!"

"And you, the second generation president of Fairy Tail, introduced me to the path of magic and taught me how to be a human being. You are like a teacher and a father to me, and you are also my family!"

Makarov pushed Precito's wheelchair to the hills near the town of Magnolia. Under the sunshine and blowing the autumn wind, the two stood on the top of the mountain quietly overlooking the entire horse.

While looking at the scenery of the town of Gnoria and the Fairy Tail guild that stands directly behind the town and has survived for hundreds of years and has a long history, Makarov gave his answer to Prechto

listen.

"Boy, I'm not as good as you."

Precito looked at Makarov behind him in shock, with tears rolling down his face. He turned his head slightly, closed his eyes, felt the autumn wind blowing on his face, and at the same time showed a relieved smile and murmured
To be continued...