Chapter 11

Chapter 11. Meetings of Masters.

It's great that we are all gathered here today ...

Just a song.

Sephiroth. Slightly inadequate.

And the first thing I saw was a sword hilt flying into my head. I tried to reflexively intercept the hand, but the changed body obeyed still disgustingly, in the end I drove myself into the jaw, after which the above-mentioned hilt flew into my forehead. Painfully! I brought my eyes together and focused on the sword hilt. A plate glove held it. I looked further along the arm and saw the body to which the hand was adjacent (I must admit, a very attractive body), looked up a little higher and began to examine Elsa's slightly surprised face (and who else could whack me?). The girl's face reflected a clear doubt, it seems that she was not used to the fact that her targets first hit themselves in the jaw, and then do not lose consciousness from her blow to the head. But then she came to some decision and nodded to herself. The sword in her hands disappeared, but instead a weighty-looking club appeared. I didn't understand ... Meanwhile, the shell began to descend rapidly on my long-suffering head. No, the second time the head may not stand, even taking into account the dragon bones. What to do? While the brain was looking for a solution, the wise body acted in the only right way - if you can't close and dodge, you just need to dive under the swing - so I jerked to meet the girl. At that moment, the magokat (and we were driving, it seems, it was on it) flew at speed to some kind of bump and the interior shook great, and then there was my jerk. The girl slightly lost her balance was put on by my not the lightest carcass and we suddenly changed places - now I was hanging over her, and the pose turned out to be very piquant, however, the impression was somewhat spoiled by the armor and my general rumpled state.

-Well, get off her, monster! - the voice seems to be Lucy. Why mo ... damn it, how long can you beat me on the head? Something heavy flew into my long-suffering pumpkin. In the end, willy-nilly, I leaned pretty close to Elsa. And got a plate glove in the forehead. Well bliiin. Before I had time to really come to my senses, I was pinned to the floor, a warrior sat on top of me and again brought her club up. Hmm, again an intriguing pose, but how does this armor get in the way ...

-What are you, really? - more indignation in his voice, - have you decided to kill me, since the Lullaby failed?

-Sephiroth? - somehow uncertainly asked Lucy.

-No, damn it, Zeref's heir in a raincoat! Oh ... why are you fucking me so? - the main thing is to change the subject.

-Uh ... here - the girl lifted the cut cat by the tail. I do not understand, is it me that they tried to kill with a cat? Yes ... a truly terrible weapon.

-Are you exactly Sephiroth? - Titania's suspicious look continued to drill my carcass.

-No, in fact, I'm a terrible monster from another world, who came to capture yours, and at the same time organize a harem, - I answered the pure truth.

"Hmm, it seems that we overdid it a little with blows to the head, but the monster could not answer so precisely, so you are a man," Holmes in armor suddenly smiled unexpectedly. And I'm glad you're safe.

-And I'm so glad. By the way, Elsa?

-M?

-I'm, of course, very flattered by the attention paid to me, you are a very beautiful girl, but maybe we first get to know each other a little better, go on a date, we will do a couple of tasks together, and then you will sit on me in such an interesting position? Not that I was against it, but we are still not alone ... - I nod to the side of the blushing Lucy, although, judging by the interested glances that are already surreptitiously thrown at the two of us, there is definitely something not very much in this pretty head decent spins. The warrior quickly jumped up, as if she was sitting not on a warm and soft me, but at least on a hot and tough frying pan. Heh, I was embarrassed, and so much so that even something flashed on my face, I will not say anything about emotions.

-By the way, where are we going?

-To the city of Clover, our old people should gather there now. I think we should show you to the Master as soon as possible, - explained the Valkyrie.

- Uh-huh, and Gray is driving?

-Yes, and Natsu is again unavailable - Lucy nodded towards the body that did not show signs of life.

- I see, what did I miss while I was passed out?

-Well, we saw how you defeated Erigor, then it is not clear where this demon came out from, and then ... - Heartfilia hesitated.

-And then you swallowed Lullaby, do you at least understand how dangerous it was? You could have died! - Elsa is outright dispersed.

-Naturally. Moreover, I should have died ... - I get up from the floor and pushing Natsu's carcass, I sit down opposite the girls. - after all, Zeref's demons practically do not give in to magic, only the highest and enchanted weapons. I had neither the one nor the other, and as soon as he came to his senses, I would have become a corpse, not much ahead of the population of the city. So I didn't have much choice, either to give you a chance to finish off the Lullaby while we are fighting in the inner world, or to die without any sense, and in one case give the demon time to eat souls and recuperate. - I shrug my shoulders, feigning a sad smile.

- So ... so you ... - shaking shallowly and looking at me in fright, Lucy began to mutter incoherently. Elsa just froze like an 'ice statue', her lips tightly compressed.

-Well, I'm alive and even healthy, though I'm not sure that everything is fine with the psyche, although no, the voice in my head claims that everything is fine, but for some reason I believe him. So it's okay. - we smile, gentlemen, we smile and pretend that we do not care.

-Voice in your head? - how many suspicions at once.

-Yeah, and he also claims that as soon as we return to the guild, I must, I simply must take you girls to some interesting place. I just noticed one cafe ... And in general, you need to look after me, I'm a person who suffered from a magical action.

-You are right, as a commander I did not manage, and now I have to take responsibility, - it was said in a firm sad voice. But in the emotions of the girl, there was clearly some fun. For some reason, intuition suddenly began to sound the alarm, but okay, probably, it won't come to its senses after the restructuring of the carcass (oh, I didn't know that I was mistaken, and I didn't know much).

- Great, Lucy, what do you say? Let's celebrate my second birth?

-Uh, you can, probably.

- Well, that's great, - I summed up, - oh, it seems we have just arrived.

-Bueee ... - confirmed my words about stopping the dragonsler, falling out the window.

-Lusiii ... weird, - Happy meowed plaintively, holding his head. The girl began to console and apologize to the flying glitch, promising just a sea of ​​fish and scratching, in general, the cat held on for a long time (ten seconds), until he changed his anger to mercy and forgave the blonde.

Here Gray joined our company, having already managed to get rid of his clothes ... all clothes.

-Sephiroth, so you are alive! How glad I am to see you!

- Gray, clothes! - Elsa and I spoke in unison. They looked at each other and smiled at each other.

-Ye! ... - the guy flushed out in an instant and abruptly disappeared into the driver's seat.

-Why are you so noisy, spaniard? Hey, what are you doing here? - Makarov himself came up to us. Hmm, and behind him is clearly the 'Magic Herald', ah-ah-ah, old man, it's not a shame to stare at young witches. Another trait not usually found in the Fairy Tail Master was a hefty patch on his forehead, clearly hiding a big bump behind it. And he looked somewhat nervous, why would it? And, for sure, Mira most likely sent him the same letter as in the canon.

-Master, you must urgently inspect Sephiroth! In Onibas, we encountered Zeref's demon, which turned out to be 'Lullaby' - a flute obtained somewhere in the Frozen Forest! Erigor wanted to use her here to kill all the Masters, but the demon escaped from the city. We were blocked and Sephiroth had to face the Lullaby alone. He was forced to resort to the magic of Absorption and devour the demon ... - as the story progressed, the old man's eyes became rounder and rounder, and towards the end, the old man was blinking amusingly and clutching his jaw. However, he quickly found his bearings, dragging me almost by the scruff of the neck into the meeting hall. Elsa and the others followed him.

The meeting room is a place where the wise guild leaders gather and communicate with each other, sharing knowledge and planning further steps for the development and prosperity of their offspring. In fact, he was a kind of mixture of a banquet hall and an ordinary pub, combined with a hobby club, where old fighters kicked with each other, taking advantage of the absence of wards, and boasted of various achievements of the guilds, ranging from receiving some pretty girl, and ending with the breeding of a new breeds of riding or decorative lizards.

And here in this den ... uh, in the sense of a scientific meeting, our dearly beloved hobbit dragged us.

-Makarov, who did you bring to us? Was it Gray and Natsu? Oh, what cuties ... - Oh, my eyes! What is it? Really ... No, this cannot be! It was just the narcotic delirium of a sick mangaka ... It can't be, I say! And nevertheless, a huge, fat, bald, painted-up man in a pink scarf and with wings on his back was walking towards us. My mother Acnologia, my dad Zeref, where did it come from ?!

I must note the reaction of the guys to his appearance was extremely similar to mine, only if I gave out all this tirade to myself, keeping the poker face on my face, then Natsu and Gray really twisted in real horror. Lucy also clearly hiccuped, reflexively covering herself with the cat clutched in her hands, only Makarov and Elsa remained calm.

- E-is who-who? Lucy whispered softly.

-Leader of the Blue Pegasus Guild. - explained our Valkyrie.

-Oh, Elsa, baby, are you here too? How prettier! ... - it continued ... THIS, already coming up to us.

And then, a fat man in a dress grabbed a bunch of guys and tried to squeeze him to death. Hmmm, this is cruel ... although there is definitely something in this, what kind of faces they have ... It is immediately evident that the guys are not hopeless, otherwise their naughty attitude towards girls sometimes raises some suspicions ...

- Hey, fuck off, you pervert, hug the ice - he is the same! - Natsu croaked, somehow breaking free from the iron hugs.

- What did you say, firebrand! You yourself are a pervert! - Gray dumped after his eternal rival. And then Bob turned his gaze to me, excitement slipped in his emotions, and his eyes flashed, in anticipation of entertainment, it seems that the Master of the 'Blue Pegasus' has found a new victim, well, let's see who is who.

- Oh, and this is probably the new one. So cute, just like I was in my youth, - the troll smiled, flying up to me on his wings and trying to hug, and what are his emotions, and how does he restrain himself and does not start laughing on the spot? Well, hold on, fat man.

-Master Bob himself, what an honor for me - a trademark smile, already saying something to people who know me. I put myself under his arms and gently squeeze in response, so, lightly, so that he only crunches a little, but does not break - I have heard so much about you and your guild, only such a wonderful man could create something like that! - there is more admiration and aspiration in the voice, so the reaction started, now some uncertainty in emotions began to appear. So, now gently pat him on the back, the main thing is not to laugh, the opponent's uncertainty grows stronger and slowly begins to turn into a slight panic.

-Uh, that's very cute ...

-Well, Master, you are such a darling, I am simply submissive! Tell me what you are doing tomorrow night, maybe we can go somewhere? - and do not forget the enamored look. The client is ready, you can take it away.

-Uh, I'm sorry, baby, but I'm very busy, it probably won't work, oh, I just remembered about an extremely important matter and I urgently need to run, bye-bye, - and Bob, with an amazing dexterity for a man of his complexion, turned out from the ring of my hands and swiftly headed for the exit.

-Wait, where are you going! And what about me?! - after that, the head of the 'Blue Pegasus' has already started running. A dead silence settled in the hall. With what eyes Sogildians looked at me, from Makarov to Happy, I can't describe at all. And then I broke down and laughed. I laughed for a long time, to tears, to colic, at the same time throwing off the tension of today.

-Yes, Bob, the youth left you, there is nothing to say - the man in the spiked collar and dark glasses grinned, if I am not mistaken the head of the guild 'Four Cerberus' - how did you guess that he was joking like that, guy?

-Heh, he too deliberately exposed his 'addictions', so I could not resist, answered him with his own weapon.

- Sephiroth is scary, really scary - said the cat. I just smiled sweetly.

True, the fun quickly ended and the Master, who woke up, cried out something about the shameless youth, who always confuses thoughts and generally suffers from pathological stupidity and suicidal tendencies, without delay threw me onto the nearest table and began to envelop me in various clever rune circles. To the astonished question of the Cerberus Master, 'what actually happened?' he was quickly enlightened about the demon Zeref, after which the Master made a stand and connected. Makarych himself took an active part in the process, Zlatozhil - as the head of the 'Cerberus' was called and Bob who returned, although the latter was very dissatisfied with my presentation. The old men arranged a whole council (with beer, but no one thought to offer me, here are the curmudgeons), but in the end they came to the logical conclusion - 'yes, you, my friend, dragonsleer'. And then there were arguments from a series of how this is possible and what to do next. Makarych walked around contentedly, like a cat that reached the strategic reserves of sour cream. Still, it was very prestigious to have a dragon slayer in the guild, and the fairies now have two, not counting one artificial. True, the old men performed a complete ritual in schools before me (the guys had already been kicked out into the street for a long time so as not to interfere with their work) and were somewhat swollen - as they said, usually the killer has one, maximum two schools, well, also ritual magic. My set aroused involuntary respect, even though I didn't really know how to do anything yet (Makarych promised to help me with this, I wonder if my grandfather realizes how much he got? It's unlikely ...) However, the masters promised not to expand on this, so that there is a chance that my kit will remain a secret ... at least for a while. And the next morning we decided to go back home, unfortunately, forgetting that topographic cretinism is almost a rampant disease in the guild.