The sun was just right, the sea breeze caressed, and the slight heat could not affect the three of them at all.

An island island, a strange island that seems to be stacked on top of each other, appears in front of you.

This is a very special appearance, like an island with two islands, which is the sacred place of the fairy tail - Sirius Island, and above the island is a large tree, and the huge canopy is almost the size of the island below, so it looks like an island of islands.

The island is a dense forest, inhabited by all kinds of strange creatures, from tens of meters in size to insects.

After getting off the boat, the three of them headed straight for the center of the island, led by Heaton.

By a lake, the black-robed and black-haired Gelf was lying with blank eyes, quietly looking at the clouds in the sky, listening to the insects in his ears and the movements of small animals, he felt everything indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a feeling of being snooped on appeared out of thin air, but it was fleeting, and Jelf didn't take it to heart.

He wasn't worried about whether he would be in danger, or rather more looking forward to danger, if someone really could kill him, it would be great, but it couldn't happen, even the black dragon couldn't kill himself.

"Jelf."

Suddenly, a soft shout made Jelf's heart skip a beat, and he sat up in confusion, and looked calmly into the depths of the jungle, under the shade of the trees, three figures walked by.

The figure didn't come closer, but stopped a hundred meters away, and then stood against each other.

"Who are you?"

"Someone who wants to work with you."

"Cooperation?"

"Lift your curse, resurrect Mebius, and slay the Black Dragon."

Jerph's heart moved, and the black aura was released from his side like a haze, and Jelb controlled his trembling body, trying to forcibly suppress this impulse.

Hmmm-

Heaton's eyes widened as wings grew from his back, divine light emanating from his body, and the black power of the curse was removed by the purifying light, and Jelf's eyes widened.

"President Makarov, now that the existence of Jelf has been confirmed, can you confirm what I said, in that case, please leave a little bit, the curse of the god Ankselam is a little more powerful than expected."

Makarov was not pretentious, and the distance between jumps was more than 100 meters.

Heaton and Estes took steps toward Jelf.

Seeing Heaton's movements, Jelf couldn't help but take a step back.

"Dark Mage Jelf, don't worry, I don't think this curse will hurt us."

Jerf didn't scold them to stop them.

This was something that Jelf had never seen before, and there was someone who could resist the dark magic of the gods.

This curse is actually caused by the use of black magic by the god Axellam, just a little contact, Heaton can probably discern the evil power of this curse in essence, for this kind of thing, Angel Fruit has always been completely restrained, after determining this matter, Heaton dared to close the distance with Jelf.

As for the Devil Fruit, which is also an evil force, Estes has little impact.

But this is only the power that the curse emanates, and more in-depth research is needed if the curse that Jelf has received is to be solved.

"You are the only person I have seen in hundreds of years who is not affected by a curse and can even purify it, this is not the power of magic, who are you?"

Jelb stood up, not on guard, but no longer suppressed his curse, the black mist that exuded the breath of death swept in all directions like a nightmare, and the divine light on Heaton's body was not to be outdone, enveloping the black mist, and the two wrestled, inseparable.

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Estes also stretched out his hand, and the divine light took the initiative to open a gap, and the cursed black mist escaped to Estes's hand, gradually converging, and at the same time, the soul power of the devil fruit was entangled with the black mist, and the two of them felt what the curse was together.

Heaton's frown deepened as he came to Jelf's side and put his hand on his shoulder.

Jerf felt as if his soul had been penetrated and washed by something, and with a "clang" in his brain, something was clamped, and a tingling sensation came from the depths of his soul.

Forcibly holding back the pain, Jelf did not resist, and just let outsiders do something to his soul.

If only you could kill me like that. ’

Jelf thought so, but Heaton seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke.

"I can't kill your soul, but the root of the dark magic of the god Ankseram has been found, and I can't remove the power of the gods."

Heaton withdrew his hand from Jelf's shoulder and looked at Jelf with a calm gaze.

He did not show disappointment, or rather, for four hundred years, he had become numb to the fact that he could not die.

"You are given two choices, whether to continue living without a curse, or to choose death."

"Death!"

Jelf did not hesitate, he was immortal because of the contradictory curse on his body, on the one hand, he was tormented by guilt for taking a large number of lives, and on the other hand, he was disgusted with the satisfaction of being given unlimited time to study, and he kept wandering back into the labyrinth of thoughts.

Sin has been born, Jelf can't forgive himself, even if he continues to live, he will always be mentally tortured, and death is his redemption.

"I can give you one more chance if you and Mebis are willing to continue to live if you and Mebis are no longer suffering from the curse."

This time, Jelf fell silent.

After a long time, he said.

"Death."

"I respect your choice, I will find a way to kill you, no more hope in Natsu, he needs time to grow, until then, I will meet your requirements, I think I should be able to do it."

Jeff thought for a long time and nodded.

"Why are you helping me?"

"To defeat the Black Dragon."

"I can't defeat the Black Dragon."

"I just need your help, your status in the Albarez Empire."

"Hmm."

Jerf nodded, without any mood swings, although he was the emperor of the Albarez Empire, he did not have any feelings.

He doesn't care about politics and doesn't care about people's livelihood, but he is loved by everyone in the Albarez Empire.

"But there's one thing I have to mention."

Jelf gave him a quizzing look, but Heaton didn't speak, instead condensing the light into a single inscription that covered the back of Jelf's left hand.

"It will suppress the curse of the god Axellam, this curse is the god of Axelam acting on your soul and body, it will make your magic uncontrollable and assimilate into black magic, the power of death carried by this magic will exterminate all nearby creatures, so, the power of the curse is only on your body, this is the power of the gods, I can't interfere with it, but the magic you release does not have this characteristic, this mark can purify and suppress your magic, making you no different from ordinary people."

Jelf raised his left hand and looked at the pure white angel mark on it for a long time.

"This can only be suppressed, but if it is suppressed, the curse will become more and more irritable, and when it cannot be suppressed, it will cause a greater disaster, but rest assured, this time is still long, until then, I will fulfill your wish."

A bird stopped on Jelf's raised left hand, and Jelf hesitated, tentatively reaching out his right hand and touching the bird's wobbly head.

There was no death, Jerf could not suppress the tremor of his body due to excitement, his breathing became slightly rapid, the bird was scared away by him, and he didn't care, he walked quickly to the river, squatted down, caressed the flowers by the river, and felt the fresh fragrance of flowers flowing down his nose into his lungs, mind, and soul.

He hadn't experienced this feeling for four hundred years, this presumptuous, unscrupulous feeling.

Heaton glanced at Estes, who nodded at him, and the two didn't say much, then beckoned to Makarov in the distance.

Jerf is still immersed in his own world, greedily feeling the beauty of this world, and even a little crazy.

Makarov came to Heaton's side.

"President Makarov, we need to go to the cemetery of Mebis and meet Mebis, no problem."

Makarov shook his head, by now, what could he have been wrong with, just watch.

The emperor of another world knew too much and knew too much, and all kinds of shocking news had been numbed to the blow to Makarov.

After waiting for a long time, Jelf's mood gradually stabilized, and then he remembered that Heaton had something to say to him.

Heaton didn't say much, but said to go to a place first, and the group of four headed towards Mebis's graveyard.

The movement was not fast along the way, and Jelv regained his silence, quietly following behind until he reached a tombstone.

It was engraved with the first president of the fairy tail, the tomb of Mebis, and Jelf walked to the tomb in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, he can look directly at the love in his heart unscrupulously, instead of restraint and indifference.

In the original book, in order to defeat the black dragon and even protect humans, Jelf had to start a war to get the heart of the goblin.

Defeating the black dragon can't trigger the curse, but not harming humans will cause disaster, he can only take the initiative to initiate a disaster, showing his indifference, and in the face of the resurrected Mebis, he doesn't dare to release too much emotion.

Judging from Jelf's obsession with resurrecting his brother four hundred years ago, he was a sensual and emotional man, and the curse of the god Nexlam was undoubtedly a great torment and pain for Jelf.

"Mebis, are you there?"

A gust of wind blew, and in the eyes of Heaton, Estes, and Makarov, a petite figure in a blonde pink dress appeared, and Jelf looked in the direction in which Mebis appeared.

This is the spirit of Mebius, or the ghost.

Heaton and Estes could see the escaped souls because of the fruit, Makaroff because of the fairy tail mark, and as for Jelf, although he couldn't see it, he could feel the familiar breath.

"President Mebis!"

Makarov was surprised, he had no idea that Mebis still had spirits.

But Mebis did not respond to Makarov, but just looked at Jelf with a complicated expression.

Heaton pulled Makarov aside.

When a young couple meets, what do you little old man say.

Mebis is a spirit and Jelf is a human, and the two cannot see each other or even talk, but are silent.

The emotions between the two are extremely complicated, and over the course of time, Mebis has gradually realized that her feelings for Jelf at that time were more admiration than wholehearted love, and that the fairy tail also occupies a great weight in her heart.

But on the contrary, Jelf is so in love with her, the two of them are cursed by the god Axelam at the same time, and they are bound by the curse, but because of this curse, Jelf has created countless demons, which are committed by him and are irreparable sins.

Perhaps, death is really the best destination for the two.

Now Jelf didn't have to suppress his emotions anymore, he knew that Mebis was right in front of him, but he couldn't take this step, and he didn't even know how to speak.

The same is true of Mebis, whose complex feelings cannot be explained in a single word, and it took a long time for Heaton to speak.

"You have a child."

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Mebis and Jelf turned their heads to look at Heaton at the same time, both with expressions of disbelief.

Makarov also opened his mouth wide, with a shocking expression.

Before her death, Mebis was pregnant, but because her heart was still beating, Presito, the second president of Fairy Tail, sealed Mebis in the magic crystal in order to resurrect her, and created the magic of the fairy heart. ”

"In the course of his research, Preshito accidentally discovered the existence of life in Mebius, and realized that the father of this life was Jelf, and Preshito kept the life alive, but was abandoned because the child possessed a powerful magic that belonged neither to light nor to darkness."

Abandon!

Hearing this word, the two of them only felt their hearts skip a beat, as if they were being caught.

"That was a hundred years ago."

Heaton sent a knife directly to the heart, and he was not sad anyway.

"He knew who his parents were, but he didn't dare to recognize each other, he didn't dare to take the initiative to go to the fairy tail to identify himself, because it was Preshito who discarded him, and since childhood, he wandered alone until he met you."

Mebis looked at Gerf, who looked a little dazed.

"He knows that you are his father, but he doesn't dare to take the initiative to recognize him, maybe because of a curse, or maybe he doesn't want you to embarrass you."

"Jelf, Mebis, he has endured this suffering and torture alone, for hundreds of years, and his love for you and his perseverance for you are no weaker than you deal with anyone."

"He's alive!"

Mebis understood what Heaton meant, his expression was a little excited, and then he turned to look at Jelf: "He met you, who is he, you should recognize him!" ”

Although Jelf couldn't hear Mebis speaking, he could feel the mood swinging.

"His name is Ogarst."

Okast!

Gerf remembered that when he met Ocast, he didn't dare to think much about it because of the curse, so he could only show enough indifference to take the young child in.

Now that I think about it again, the young face and blond hair are so similar to Mebis.

For a hundred years, Ogaste has worked tirelessly for Gerf to take on all the things of the Albarez Empire, and has never complained, which is completely different from the rest of the Guardian Twelve Shields.

Jerf seemed to understand everything.