As the last person standing amid the sea of lightning fell, the flashes disappeared, the winds ceased, the clouds scattered, and the rain cleared.
Rhode landed lightly on the ground, shook the coat on his body, the Ten Wizard Saints' emblem on his back was particularly striking, and the Ten Wizard Saints Medal at his front glistened in the sunlight.
Many people observed through windows, looking at this Ten Wizard Saint who was said to have died but miraculously survived six years later.
The recent display of summoning storms with a flick and thunder and lightning with a wave left a deep impression on them.
With such powerful strength at such a young age, what will he be like when he reaches Mr. Jura's age?
Thinking this, the guests saw many bizarre magical beasts suddenly appear around Rhode. With Rhode's command, those beasts scattered and rushed off in different directions.
Just as they were puzzled, Rhode turned around and gently waved his hand: "I apologize for the inconvenience caused to your holiday due to being targeted by the Dark Guild.
"Next, my 'good friends' will search for any suspicious characters nearby; please feel at ease and continue your enjoyment."
So reliable!
From the emblem on his coat's front, he's a mage from some guild, right? It's that one abroad, where many people disappeared and then returned—something like Fairy Tail?
Perhaps next time there's trouble, we could consider commissioning them?
Makarov's heart was already overjoyed, but he had to be reserved in front of senior figures, with not much around to boast about.
Perhaps next time the Local Guild Alliance meeting occurs, it might be better not to let Macao go?
Makarov suddenly felt impulsive: should reclaim his position as President before the next meeting, and then retire after two or three months of boasting.
By that time, Rhode should be familiar with things and could directly become the true fourth successor.
Makarov contemplated his 'evil scheme,' which soon showed on his face, making Rhode uncomfortable to greet him.
Jura worriedly asked Rhode: "You mentioned capturing them alive, are they really alright?"
Rhode's fingertips emitted a bit of green phosphorescence: "No one's dead; if necessary, I can help relieve the injuries for the most severely wounded ones."
Jura was surprised again: "You also know healing magic?"
Despite six years passing, healing magic remains very rare.
Development has only led to more advanced medical devices, reserved for professional doctors, as healing element mages are still cherished in guilds.
Though Lamia Scale recently joined a new recruit using sky magic, Jura still envied Fairy Tail.
—With Wendy, Rhode, and a formidable old lady, such excellent and rare talents seem wholesale.
"Hahaha... Today's youth are truly extraordinary." Vorod walked towards the hill that had been bathed in lightning, his tone gradually becoming serious, "But the damaged flowers, trees, and plants are too pitiful, unable to forgive."
Makarov hurriedly defended Rhode: "Mr. Vorod, that was..."
"Just kidding, just kidding! Hahaha!"
Makarov: "..." Again?
Vorod found Makarov's reaction amusing, he laughed and said: "These things are inevitable; I will be responsible for restoring them."
"Spectacular performance, now take a little rest." Hayberion came out from the door, he said,
"I've contacted the Council, they'll send people to handle things, and also for follow-up investigation. Of course, if anyone wishes to participate, it should also be permissible."
The latter part of that sentence was automatically ignored by Makarov, only 'spectacular' triggered his keyword.
He glanced at the senior figure planting trees on the hilltop and couldn't help but laugh with hands on hips: "Isn't our guild's young ones impressive!"
Jura amiably laughed and echoed: "Perhaps soon the Ten Wizard Saints' ranking needs to be updated."
"The moves are slow and flashy, why learn such magic?" Uluvheim thought Rhode's technique was problematic, "You should knock them down faster, like taking down an aircraft."
Rhode felt in good spirits, he laughed and replied: "You might not understand our guild's situation; this style best suits us."
To take down these 300-plus individuals, Rhode definitely had many methods, some quick and some slow, yet this method seemed more appropriate.
Summoning dragons or spiders was possible, but such powerful and terrifying 'anomalies' might frighten the adorable spectators.
Releasing other wild creatures for gradual torment might make him appear weak, after considering it, this method of playing up the audiovisual effects before taking out everyone at once suited guild publicity.
Making opponents feel fear while spectators only perceive strength was the best effect.
Hopefully, the couple upstairs with a camera has captured the exciting moment.
"..." For the guild? Uluvheim was a wandering mage, momentarily unable to grasp the subtleties within.
This young man seems to have quite the thought.
Following Vorod, everyone returned to the banquet hall, where broken tables and shattered dishes had been cleaned up a while ago, and the hotel kindly replaced them with another table of sumptuous dishes.
The Bosco Kingdom's Council branch moved swiftly, shortly a large flying ship arrived.
The Strong Detention Team's captain came to greet them and immediately led his subordinates to the mountain to pick up people.
"Ah, Captain, those monsters..." Some team members saw the purple giant crab and double-headed wolf and hesitated to approach.
The captain knew more: "Don't worry, those are Mr. Rhode's summoned beasts, certainly left there expressly to prevent escapes."
"Ah... That's thoughtful."
The team members suddenly understood, but seeing the giant crab coming towards them, they grew tense.
Yet the crab merely glanced at them before disappearing, shortly followed by other wild creatures vanishing one by one.
The captain expressed his understanding: "Lord Rhode means to leave this to us, it's a sign of trust, go to work, don't let errors occur!"
"Yes!" The team members scattered, some gathering the Sealing Demon Stones to lock individuals, others collecting magic tools.
Only a few minutes passed, suddenly someone shouted: "Captain, here, here, another summoned beast!"
The captain's expression turned serious, leaving a summoned beast meant there was a target warranting special attention?
He hurried over to inspect, discovering a summoned resembling a large tree...
"!!!" Cold sweat broke out over the captain's forehead, he slapped the overeager team member on the back of the head, "Idiot, that's Lord Vorod, ranked fourth among the Ten Wizard Saints! Not a summoned beast!"
He hastily bowed to Vorod, holding a spraying can:
"Sorry, Lord Vorod, he didn't mean any offense! You just resemble something... No, it's because he's new to the job, unfamiliar with your appearance!"
"Hmm..." Vorod pondered briefly, seriously said, "Actually, I'm Rhode's summoned beast."
The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, the captain was startled: "A summoned beast?!"
Vorod said: "Just kidding."
The soldiers: "So not after all!"
Vorod laughed: "Hahaha, the previous sentence was the joke."
"!!!"
"Yes, just now..."
"..." The soldiers grew numb; what is going on with this Ten Wizard Saint?