the next day...

The darkness is dispelled by the sun, and the sky gradually becomes clear...

In front of the gate of the Fairy Tail guild.

"President Prechto, are you really leaving again?"

"How long have you been in the guild? Really don't plan to stay longer?"

Makarov looked at the second-generation Fairy Tail president sitting in a wheelchair in front of him, who was also his master Prechto, with a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

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