Chapter 352: Extreme Joy Leads to Sorrow
How would it feel to learn that the children of your guild banded together to defeat a Wizard Saint?
Shock. Disbelief. And then... pure, overwhelming joy.
"As expected of Fairy Tail mages, ahahahahaha!"
Makarov laughed so hard it echoed across the battlefield, roaring like thunder. His belly shook with each wheeze, his eyes crinkling with pride until they looked ready to float out of his head.
"Well done! You've done wonderfully!"
For decades, he had carried the burdens of a guild master. But in this moment, surrounded by laughter, tears, and a pile of half-destroyed ruins, it all felt worth it. This was the strength he had always hoped for: not the might of one person, but the power born when many hearts beat as one.
As he listened to the children recount the battle, Makarov's chest swelled even more.
The assault team fought with valor.
The mobile team moved like lightning.
The sniper squad timed every shot perfectly.
The command unit gave clear, precise orders.