After Medivh suggested taking a photo, everyone, who had originally looked solemn and were preparing to sweep the graves of Third Guild Master Makarov's Father, Yuri Dreyar, and Mother, Rita Dorea, dropped their umbrellas. They gathered Mavis, Warrod, Precht, Yuri, Rita, and Makarov, who was forcibly pushed into the center, then looked at the camera in Medivh's hand and shouted loudly: "Cheese!"
Medivh also joined the group for the photo the moment he pressed the shutter.
"Three, two, one…"
The camera floating in mid-air, after three seconds of stillness, captured everyone's expressions with a 'click'.
The true Fairy Tail Guild family photo was finally taken.
"Makarov, I didn't expect you to be this old?!"
On the other side, after everyone finished taking the family photo…
Yuri, at some point, came to Laxus's side. He gently patted Laxus's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Uh, Great-Grandpa, I'm Laxus Dreyar, your great-grandson."
Laxus was a little speechless. He had heard that his great-grandfather was not very reliable, similar to him in personality but more lively, but he never expected him to be this unreliable. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't possibly be his grandfather Makarov, could he?!
"What?!"
"You're my great-grandson?"
Yuri Dreyar looked at Laxus, his expression utterly shocked.
"Then where is my son Makarov?"
Then, Yuri looked around, asking loudly as if no one else was there.
"Father, Father…"
"Actually, I've been here all along."
Makarov, who was already old and had been bald for many years, still raised his hand and gestured to Yuri after hearing his words.
Well, in fact, even Makarov himself didn't know that his Father, Yuri, was still alive. Both Precht and Warrod had done an excellent job with this intelligence work. As they said, if they couldn't even deceive their own people, how could they deceive others?!
"Makarov, how did you get so old?"
Yuri looked at Makarov in shock, asking in confusion.
"Look at what you're saying, you're already dead…"
"I mean, you've been in suspended animation for eighty years."
"Of course, I'm old!"
Makarov said somewhat weakly.
In Makarov's memory, his Father, Yuri Dreyar, had passed away when he was three or four years old (X700), after he could first speak and remember things.
He never expected that, suddenly one day, his Father would actually be resurrected?!
What kind of experience is it when your parents suddenly resurrect after eighty years?!
Makarov himself was utterly shocked.
However, Makarov didn't blame Yuri and Rita for being irresponsible. From the moment they joined the Magic Guild Fairy Tail, they were responsible for everyone in the Guild before their own small family!
To be honest, when Makarov learned that Yuri and Rita had left Fairy Tail and him in order to resurrect First Guild Master Mavis, and to prevent the matter of Mavis's resurrection from involving everyone in the Fairy Tail Guild, he not only didn't blame Yuri and the others at all, but was proud of it.
See, he knew his parents were the best.
"Speaking of which, Makarov…"
"Where's my grandson Ivan?! Why isn't he here?"
Just as Makarov was utterly moved by the deeds of Yuri and Rita, Yuri suddenly said something that deeply pained Makarov.
"Don't mention that beast. I don't have a son like him."
Makarov's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily.
"What happened?!"
At this moment, Yuri still didn't know what Ivan had done or what he intended to do.
"That bastard Ivan, he intends to seize 'Lumen Histoire'." Makarov, seeing no one around, leaned his mouth to his Father Yuri's ear. He deliberately lowered his voice and whispered, "Of course, I'm also at fault for Ivan knowing about this highest secret of the Guild, which should only be known by the successive Guild Masters of the Fairy Tail Guild! But someone who would harm comrades to seize 'Lumen Histoire' has no right to stay in the Fairy Tail Guild. I expelled him from the Guild."
"I'm also at fault…"
"It's because I was away from the Guild for so long that I neglected my grandson's upbringing."
"When I catch him, I'll definitely give him a good training."
Yuri frowned, speaking in a deep voice.
"Speaking of which, Father, why did you suddenly return to the Guild?!"
Then, Makarov seemed to think of something and looked at Yuri, asking.
"Nothing, it's just that a few days ago, when I was reading the newspaper, I suddenly found out that you guys actually went to Crocus, the capital of the Fiore Kingdom, and even tore down the Tom Fraus Arena, which has a history of over a hundred years, and even then, you weren't punished by the King! I figured, compared to what you've done these past years, the not-so-bright things I've done these past years don't seem like a big deal anymore, so I just came back."
Yuri heard this, patted Makarov's shoulder, and said with a chuckle.
"Ah, this…"
Makarov fell silent upon hearing this.
A faint sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart. He always felt that his old Father didn't seem so reliable, and was probably a troublemaker of the highest caliber.
"This…"
When Makarov thought that his Father, Yuri Dreyar, would very likely, in the future, bring Second Guild Master Precht, First Guild Master Mavis, and Senior Warrod, causing trouble everywhere under the banner of the Magic Guild Fairy Tail, and as a junior, he couldn't scold them, he felt exhausted.
"Makarov, don't worry! Mother will always support you."
At this moment, Rita came to Makarov's side. She gently patted Makarov's shoulder and said softly.
"Don't support me!"
Makarov looked at his gentle Mother and only felt utterly exhausted.
So, a troublesome Father, an instigating mother, a scoundrel son, a rebellious grandson, and his sensible self—please, just spare him?!
When did being too sensible become a mistake too?!
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