His trick to press the bottom of the box failed twice in a row, and Preshito couldn't be more depressed.

"Who are you?"

"You mean me?" Jelf walked over to Saber and untied the Amaterasu Twenty-Eight that had trapped her. It was as skilled as the magic he unleashed.

Jerf put one hand on Saber's shoulder, ignored Saber's murderous eyes, and said solemnly, "I am the father of the child. Well, I'll take care of it. ”

"Gollum~!!" Little Cosmogou, who had tears rolling in his eyes, somehow stopped crying when he saw Jelf. On the contrary, it was as if he was screaming in a milky voice like Jelf.

Saber's little face turned red.

"You're embarrassed." Jelf also commented on Natsu.

"Are you playing tricks on the old man?" Preshito was not satisfied with the explanation that Jelf's bull head was not in the horse's mouth.

Jelf didn't answer him, just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. If it weren't for Mebis's request, it would be nice that Preshito would still be standing here.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Jelf."

"Serev? No, you're not—" At this point, he suddenly paused, "I know who you are, President of the Council of Magic." ”

Jelf didn't mean to pick him up.

"I promised you that I would not kill you alone. Surrender..."

Five minutes, five minutes to go, the guy was about to arrive on Sirius Island, and Jelf decided to make a quick decision.

"Speak wildly..."Preshito was furious, and was provoked one after another. His rage has reached its peak.

"You've sunk too deep... Simple Izanami doesn't work anymore for an antiquarian like you. You have to take strong drugs. ”

"You're really going to give me a problem, Hadaime." Jelf whispered and half-narrowed his eyes, he probably knew that the other party would become such a knot.

Mebis's death was a big blow to Preshit, and it can be said that Presitto will become what it is today, which is inseparable from the original behavior of Mebis and Serev.

Obsessed with resurrecting Mebis led Presitto to delve deeper into magic, and after decades of reading countless texts, he discovered the magic that resurrects the dead... The magic that Serif created...

With the passage of time, after a hundred years of in-depth research, he gradually forgot his original purpose, and his persistence turned into a deep obsession.

Commonly known as - into the devil.

"Fortunately, I still have some skills..."

Gerf held out three fingers to Presitto: "Three minutes, I will completely change you in three minutes." Let's turn back into the kind and kind second generation I was at the beginning. ”

"The old man wants to see how you can defeat me in three minutes, but before that I can kill you first!" Preshito's palms clasped together for the third time.

Overriding the Fairy Law, why does super magic fail one after another?

The old man doesn't believe in this evil today.

"Demonic law!"

How to solve this problem?

Very simple.

Just let him face his true heart.

That is... Let him die once.

If one time is not enough, then die several more times.

Let him experience the end he should have, the end of extension, the end of the future that no longer exists.

Until he repents.

The pupil technique of the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye may be a little worse, so...

Of all the abilities of the Jerf Club, only one move can do this, and even time is not a problem with this move.

I saw that Jelf's eyes turned into six circles. There are also countless magatama spinning on the hoop.

Reincarnation writes the wheel eye.

"Infinite monthly reading!"

With the four eyes facing each other, Presitto's pupils gradually changed, and finally changed into the same reincarnation writing wheel eye form.

Unlimited monthly reading, unlimited... Transmigration.

Precito is back, back to Sirius. With his two friends, Volod Sinken and Yuri Dolea, they met Mebis there again. Everything repeats itself according to what he has experienced, and Preshito once again falls into darkness for his pursuit of dark magic...

It wasn't until X784 that he led the Seven Dependents to attack Sirius Island. The only difference is that this time without Jelf's involvement, he still loses... The secret of the heart is discovered, and it is lost at the hands of the young people of Fairy Tail.

When he fled with the remnants of the defeated army, he saw it, and saw the coveted Seref.

Eventually, he died.

A faint light appeared in front of his eyes, and he... Reborn again. The same result, the same choice, the same ending. No matter what changes he makes, what efforts he makes.

The results are all the same.

He saw the countless results of his countless choices. A hundred times? A thousand times? Or is it more? He couldn't remember except.

Countless reincarnations, countless rebirths.

Preshito couldn't help but ask himself, is the dark magic really powerful? Is it really right to be so persistent? No one else needs to answer, and no one else has already given the answer.

Could it be that the old man is really wrong? Presitto's quest for the dark arts gradually faltered.

Another cycle begins.

Meet Sirius Island, get to know Mebis, apprentice to Jelf... Cyan Skeleton... Sirius Jade... Create Fairy Tail... Scenes flashed before his eyes like slides.

Finally, he saw Mebis die in his arms again.

Fallen into the devil's path again.

Defeated by Fairy Tail once again.

Death at the hands of Jelf again.

Is a new cycle about to begin?

This time was a little different, instead of being reborn, he was summoned and absorbed by a demon called Franmars.

Hit the fairy tail again.

...

Fail... He was still defeated, but with this defeat Precito finally came to his senses.

He finally remembered what he had deliberately forgotten.

Companions, guilds, friendships... And Mebis...

"Old man... What has the old man done over the years! Yes!! Preshito fell to his knees and wailed like a child who had realized his mistake.

Clearly... Obviously, the old man's wish is only to resurrect Mebis and make the light of hope reappear again.

But now for the sake of the so-called power, for the so-called "one" magic, I want to destroy her with my own hands, destroy the guild she created?

There was not a moment when Preshito hated the sins he had committed, not for a moment that he did not regret them.

It's only now that I'm waking up, but it's too late.

It's late, it's all late.

It's too late.

"Is it late? It's not too late..."I don't know how long it took for a deep voice to sound, constantly echoing in this dark space.

"Wow, ahh Why is this fierce old man crying? Just as Preshito was wondering, a somewhat familiar voice sounded.

"Natsu, don't be noisy." Another voice that was more familiar to him sounded.

Preshito felt his body sink as if he had been transitioned from one dimension to another.

The eyelids move slightly, not as dazzling sunlight.

What catches your eye is Makarov's old face covered with plasters and wrinkles, and his head with a Mediterranean shape.

At this time, it was incomparably cordial in Presitto's eyes.

"Welcome home, Nidaime!"

"Ahh Makarov imp, I'm back. ”