Fighting through pirates with Fairy Tail

Chapter 43 Ivan: Id, can we still reconcile?

"President."

"What are the rules for this year's S-rank Archmage exam?!"

After getting out of the four-wheel drive vehicle, Id glanced at the desert and bushes not far away, then asked Makarov, who was standing in front of him.

"The rules for this year's assessment are very simple."

"The five of you will draw lots here one by one to determine your opponents. The final winner will be the one who passes this year's S-class mage assessment."

At this point, Makarov pulled out a lottery box and addressed Id, Uru, and the others.

"what?"

Ide seemed surprised that the rules of the S-rank Archmage assessment he had been looking forward to were so simple, and immediately said with some dissatisfaction, "Hey, Guild Master! If the so-called S-rank Archmage assessment is just group battles, we wouldn't need to drive thousands of miles to this desolate place, would we? Such a simple assessment could be conducted even within the guild, right?!"

"hehe."

After hearing Id's words, Makarov couldn't help but sneer and shake his head, saying, "Do you think I'm stupid?! Id!"

"If I let you brats conduct the S-rank mage exam within the guild, you'd probably destroy my guild completely, wouldn't you?"

Makarov stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had already seen through Id and the others.

"Well."

Ide fell silent for a moment, clearly stumped by Old Ma's question.

"Enough with the chit-chat, let's come and draw lots!"

"Those who didn't draw lots within five minutes, I'll just assume you're planning to withdraw from this year's S-rank Archmage assessment."

"You don't want to have come all this way for nothing, do you?!"

Makarov said domineeringly.

"Tsk."

Ide clicked his tongue but didn't say anything. Instead, he walked up to Old Ma and put his hand into the number box used for drawing lots.

"Number One".

After searching through the number again and again, Id took it out himself and showed it to Makarov.

Number three.

After Id left, Uru also came to the number box and quickly took out the number she had chosen and showed it to Makarov.

Number Five.

Number four.

"Number Two."

After that, Macao, Vakaba, and Ivan each drew their own numbers from the number box prepared by Makarov.

"Next, you will compete in the order of your respective numbers."

"Simply put, it's contestant number one versus contestant number two, contestant number three versus contestant number four, and so on."

After everyone had drawn their number plates, Old Ma announced the order of the matches.

"President."

"I'm number five?"

"Could it be that I got a bye?"

After Old Ma announced the rules, Marcao looked at the number five displayed on his number plate and said excitedly.

"Of course not."

Makarov looked over at the sound, and after seeing the number five written on the number plate in Marcao's hand, he silently shook his head.

"Well."

So who is my opponent?

"Could it be you?"

Marcao took in Makarov's serious expression, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart, causing a few beads of cold sweat to appear on his forehead.

"No, not exactly."

Old Ma continued to shake his head.

"That's good."

After receiving the chairman's veto, Marcao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who drew card number five?! You can come with me now."

Before Macao could fully relax, he saw Gildarts, who had arrived early to prepare for the exam, slowly walk out of the woods and stand in front of everyone, speaking softly.

"what?"

"I'm fighting Gildarts! Really?"

After Marcao realized that his opponent was Gildarts, he was completely distraught.

"no?"

"Me, fight Uru? You must be kidding me!"

Of course, Macao's good buddy Wakaba isn't doing much better right now.

"What?"

"Am I supposed to fight this monster, Id, right off the bat?"

"Father, I suspect you've set up a trap in the number box."

After repeatedly confirming that his opponent would be Id, Ivan was filled with resentment, and his body trembled slightly with fear.

After Ivan saw everyone's number plates, he finally realized that he, Macao, and Vakaba had all been arranged by the cunning old fox Makarov.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that he, Macao, and Wakaba all encountered the most difficult opponent?!

"Cough cough."

Old Ma seemed surprised that Ivan had exposed his scheme. He raised his head and did not answer Ivan's question, but instead said in a serious tone, "Alright, let's not delay! You guys start the competition quickly."

Let's talk in private.

Ivan knew he was no match for Id, but he was determined to pass this year's S-class mage assessment, so he had no choice but to resort to some despicable means.

"I'll let you have this opportunity; you can say what you have to say here."

Id didn't bother with pleasantries with Ivan and spoke directly.

"Id, I think you should know, right?! I'm actually the biological son of our guild leader, Makarov."

Ivan gritted his teeth and cast a telepathic spell on Id.

"so what?"

Id, not understanding what was going on, continued to communicate with Ivan.

"So, as you probably know, I will inherit the Fairy Tail guild sooner or later."

Ivan continued.

"Just tell me what you want to do."

Id didn't bother with any more pleasantries with Ivan and went straight to the point.

"happy!"

"Then I'll be frank with you! If you lose to me here, I will promote you to vice president after I take over the guild."

"Of course, if you continue to be so ungrateful, your good days will probably come to an end the day I inherit the guild."

Ivan's eyes were full of calculation as he used telepathic magic to threaten Id.

"and then?"

Idris continued to ask.

"and then?"

Ivan was taken aback. He looked at Id's nonchalant demeanor, which was completely different from the coerced figure he had imagined.

"Ugh."

Id sighed deeply, looking at Ivan with the same cold gaze one would give a clown, and said softly, "Sometimes I really can't understand how someone like Makarov could have given birth to such a despicable and shameless person as you."

"What did you say?"

"I've made up my mind. After I take over the guild, I'm going to expel you, you ungrateful bastard, and Gildarts, that bastard, from the guild..."

Ivan seemed to have been broken by Id's words, and he almost roared.

"Ice Dragon's Crushing Fist!"

However, before Ivan could finish speaking, Id's fist, as big as a sandbag, was already pressed against the tip of Ivan's nose.

"You'll die."

"Id, is it possible for us to reconcile?!"

As Ivan felt the power of Id's punch, he thought to himself.