The crowd was in a frenzy of activity until King Toma and Princess Hisui ascended the high platform, and it finally quieted down.
The two apologized, admitted their mistakes, and thanked everyone, informing them about the dragons. They had been arrogant, thinking they could control the Eclipse Gate, and had committed such a grave error.
For this, they would compensate all those affected, and all previous losses would be borne by the kingdom.
The various guilds didn't have much of an issue; only the kingdom had suffered destruction. Aside from injuries sustained while fighting the dragons, they didn't have many losses.
Although the Fairy Tail members knew the true consequences of this incident, they didn't say much more. After all, they couldn't exactly send the King and Princess to prison or have them commit suicide to atone for their crimes.
After bidding farewell to the other guilds, the Fairy Tail members prepared to return to Magnolia Town. Acnologia and the others originally intended to leave, but everyone was too enthusiastic and insisted on holding a banquet.
Acnologia looked toward the distant sky and said, "You guys go back first; I have someone to see!"
Irene Belserion looked in the direction he was pointing, sensing a powerful aura approaching rapidly, and said with a smile, "Go ahead!"
...On a distant isolated island, a Black Dragon was speeding toward the Fiore Kingdom, his whole body filled with a tyrannical aura, killing intent, and madness.
"This world actually has so many dragon auras—ten, twenty, thirty!"
Suddenly he sensed something, his eyes showing shock: "The number of dragons is decreasing rapidly. Who is it?"
"Zeref?"
"No!"
"Zeref might have the power to slay dragons, but it's absolutely impossible for him to slaughter thirty dragons so quickly!"
"Hahahaha!!!"
The Black Dragon threw his head back and laughed, his eyes filled with battle intent and madness, his speed increasing by a notch: "Interesting!!"
Four hundred years had passed, and finally someone who could make him perk up again had appeared!
Soon, a black shadow broke through the clouds and arrived at high speed, coming directly before him.
The Black Dragon was shocked to see the person in front of him: "Who are you?"
This person not only looked the same as him but also had the same magical aura—equally tyrannical and powerful.
No, perhaps even stronger... Acnologia's lips curled slightly: "I am you, the you from a parallel space-time."
He carefully sensed the Black Dragon's magic; it seemed this guy had been crazy for too long, as his malevolence was more than just a bit heavier than his own.
"Then why did you cross space-time? Are you bored with your world?"
The Black Dragon's expression was cold, a flash of killing intent in his eyes: "Get back. Even if this world is to be destroyed, I will be the one to do it!"
"I don't plan on destroying the world."
Acnologia said, "Follow me. Let's find a tavern and have a drink. You have no interest in talking to ordinary people, but I should at least have that qualification."
Combining his own personality with his knowledge of the original plot, he knew exactly what kind of character this guy was—his head full of slaughter and destruction. It was time to wake him up.
The Black Dragon was silent for a moment, eventually transforming into human form. His hair was messy, and he wore a black cloak and torn pants, looking exactly as he did four hundred years ago.
Acnologia looked at him with disgust: "How many years has it been since you last showered?"
This damn guy wouldn't change his clothes unless they were ruined, would he? He really didn't mind the filth.
The Black Dragon said coldly: "I don't need to shower!"
He was the King of Dragons, an absolute sovereign; he didn't need these external things at all.
Acnologia saw through his thoughts at a glance and couldn't help but laugh: "You've probably forgotten what humans are like. In the end, you're still human; otherwise, you wouldn't even be wearing pants."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Heh..."
The two arrived at a tavern in a town. The owner was surprised to see the two looking identical, but he didn't show it on the surface. He stepped forward and asked, "What would you two lords like to order?"
He was asking Acnologia; the guy in rags opposite him had eyes that were too fierce.
Acnologia tossed him a bag of gold coins and said, "Please bring out all the specialty dishes and two barrels of wine."
The owner weighed the money bag, and after feeling there was enough money, he said with a polite smile, "Wait a moment, both of you. It'll be ready right away!"
The Black Dragon was slightly surprised: "You actually use money?"
In his mind, anyone who dared to take money should die; those allowed to live should be grateful.
At this time, the waiter came over carrying the wine barrels. Acnologia reached out to take them and said calmly, "I stopped being obsessed with dragon slaying long ago. Now I have a lover and children, and I've integrated into the life of the new era."
"What..."
The Black Dragon found it hard to believe; he looked at the tenderness in the other's eyes, which didn't seem fake at all.
Is this me?
Do the personalities of the two in parallel space-times differ that much?
"You heard right. I already have a family."
"Lover... children..."
The Black Dragon felt an immense sense of strangeness. These were such distant things; he had never even thought about them.
"Is it strange? Our experiences have been very different."
Acnologia took out two small wooden mugs, poured a cup for the other and one for himself, and said slowly, "Four hundred years ago, our hometown was destroyed. I fell into the same pain and despair as you. Afterward, learning Dragon Slaying Magic was an endless cycle of slaughtering dragons."
"After bathing in dragon blood, I became powerful and mad, losing my sanity. But halfway through, I woke up and also saw the future."
The Black Dragon raised an eyebrow: "The future?"
"Yes, the future!"
Acnologia's gaze showed a hint of reminiscence as he said, "Our differences began there... I saw the extinction of the dragon race, the prosperity of the human race, today four hundred years later, the Fairy Tail Guild, and my final death."
The Black Dragon drank a cup of wine and said coldly, "Nonsense. Who in this world could possibly kill us?"
Acnologia smiled and said, "It's Fairy Tail, the guild I'm currently in. They're the same group of people from Tenrou Island that you blasted into the depths with a single strike seven years ago."
"That group of people didn't die?"
The Black Dragon was puzzled. He could feel those people were very weak, not even qualified to play with him. How could they survive his Roar?
"They didn't die. They were saved by the First Master, Mavis, sealed in Fairy Glitter for seven years, and were only recently unsealed."
"So what? Do they have the ability to resist me?"
The Black Dragon didn't care. If he could kill them once, he could kill them a second time. Even the dragon race four hundred years ago had been slaughtered clean by him; could the human race possibly turn the world upside down?
"You're just too arrogant. You haven't made any progress in four hundred years. Everyone else is improving, while you stay in place."
Acnologia saw his somewhat angry look and said calmly, "If you don't progress, others will surpass you. Perhaps your talent is above everyone else's, but it's useless if you don't train."
"You should be able to feel exactly how much stronger I am than you."
The Black Dragon remained silent, silently drinking cup after cup. When true powerhouses face each other, they know who is stronger even without fighting.
But he was the non-attribute Black Dragon. The other might be stronger, but he would absolutely not be defeated!"}],
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