Chapter 365: FTG Chapter 362: The Stage Play "Dragon King Festival"
The students in class were drawn one after another by Erzi’s voice, shifting their gazes over.
After a brief silence, another burst of clamor erupted along with it.
"Erzi is right!"
"Teacher, we strongly request to change the stage play performance to ’The History of Fairy Tail’s Founding’!!"
"If the Headmaster old wit... ah no, Headmaster Lord doesn’t agree, we won’t perform!!"
To the students, whether they could perform ’Sleeping Beauty’, ’Snow White’, or ’Cinderella’ was no longer important.
What was important was that they must let that evil old witch of a headmaster, who targeted the students’ puppy love everywhere, know the power of these students of theirs!
"Student Erzi’s proposal is exceptionally great!!!"
The homeroom teacher cast an appreciative look toward Erzi.
The corners of Erzi’s mouth instantly tilted up: "Then..."
"But it’s a great pity, this stage play program you mentioned has already been selected a step ahead by Fairy Tail!"
"The name is called ’First Generation Fairies’."
"Performances at the Harvest Festival cannot be repeated. We can only choose another program."
The homeroom teacher’s voice was like a merciless long whip, lashing heavily onto Erzi’s heart.
Upon hearing this, the other students were also each as if struck by lightning, the light on their faces instantly turning dim.
"How can it be like this..."
"What a pity!"
"Unexpectedly, the people of Fairy Tail made their move so fast, causing our ’Rebellion Against the Old Witch Headmaster Project’ to miscarry directly."
"Say, can’t we snatch it?"
"Certainly not possible, you know. Once the program performances at the Harvest Festival are settled, they cannot be changed. What’s more, Fairy Tail has more of a stance to choose that program than us."
Thump thump thump—
The homeroom teacher mercilessly slapped the lectern, the force utilized being so great as if that were not a lectern but the leather sofa in his home.
"Alright, no need to argue."
"Since the academy has settled the program, it certainly cannot be changed without authorization."
As the homeroom teacher spoke, he took out a document and handed it to Lyon: "This is the approximate story of the stage play ’Dragon King Festival’. Circulate it among yourselves to read. After watching it, if there are any who want to participate in the performance, you can go to the third-grade classroom of middle school every afternoon this week to sign up for auditions."
"Now we begin class..."
After a careless class period, the students arrived at Lyon’s desk one after another, scrambling frantically to snatch the stage play script.
"What kind of story is that ’Dragon King Festival’ after all?"
"Don’t know, but listening to the sound of it, it should be related to dragons..."
"Dragons? I haven’t even seen what a dragon looks like yet! Here Lyon, quickly give me a peek at the script!"
"Let me look first, let me look first!! This name isn’t just ’Dragon’, it’s also ’Dragon King’, maybe there will be news of Igneel inside!!"
"Wait until I finish reading the story, then I’ll tell you if Igneel is inside."
"Tch, then I might as well look myself!"
"Can you guys step aside a bit? Don’t crowd me..."
"Scoundrel, where are you grabbing your hand, brat?"
After a good round of chaos and commotion, the manuscript landed in Erzi’s hands.
"Line up, all of you quiet down for me, let me read it!"
Everyone felt embarrassed to snatch things from a girl’s hand—and of course, more accurately, they couldn’t win the snatch—after all, Erzi was a woman who had almost become the ’Academy Top Scholar’ of this session—they could only stop their pushing and shoving, gathering around Erzi’s side, piling up one over another, extending their necks long to look at the manuscript tightly gripped in her hands.
"Ahem..."
Erzi cleared her throat, beginning to read the content in the manuscript.
"Dating back over four hundred years ago, giant dragons were still the rulers of this continent."
"Every single giant dragon, from birth, possessed unimaginable power. Relying on this power, they..."
In the entire classroom, only Erzi’s clear voice remained.
Word by word, the young girl laid out the war that happened on this continent of Ishgar hundreds of years ago before everyone.
"The ’Dragon Slayer Magic’ created by Irene Belserion brought about one Dragon Slayer after another, earning her the title of ’Mother of Dragons’..."
"She led the ’Dragon Slayer Army’, uniting with those kind dragons among the dragon race who were willing to live in harmony with humanity, to launch a war against those rogue dragons who plagued humanity..."
"Acnologia emerged out of nowhere, slaughtering all the dragons down to the last."
"From then on, He was called the ’Wings of World Destruction’ or ’Wings of Despair’; the stories related to Him were also recorded inside the "Apocalypse", circulating down to the present day..."
"This war was called the ’Dragon King Festival’ by later generations."
The grand and magnificent war, the twisting and turning plot, made everyone’s hearts surge with enthusiasm as they listened.
What Dragon Slayer Magic, what Wings of World Destruction—it sounded strong to the point of defying heaven!
Natsu swallowed his saliva, his body trembling as if from tension, as if from excitement: "Acnologia... so this is the enemy Igneel wants us to deal with..."
"You wouldn’t happen to be afraid, would you, Salamander?"
Gajeel’s mocking voice came from nearby: "Well... your strength is so poor, it’s normal to feel afraid!"
"It doesn’t matter, if there truly comes a day we wage war against that fellow, you can just hide in the back and watch my performance!"
A simple sentence instantly cured Natsu’s tiny Parkinson’s-like movements.
"Who’s afraid?!"
"The person who should hide in the back to watch the other party’s performance is you!!"
"Acnologia is the opponent Igneel left for me. Naturally, He must be handed over to me to defeat, no one is allowed to interfere!"
The people nearby: "..."
What do you mean by the opponent left for you?
Isn’t He a terrifying enemy that Igneel couldn’t defeat himself and had no choice but to entrust to you?
Everyone understood this logic in their hearts, yet didn’t dare open their mouths, deeply fearing that Natsu would feel sad or fly into a violent rage upon hearing it, making everyone unhappy.
"This is the ’Dragon King Festival’? The stage play we have to perform?"
"On such a good day like the ’Harvest Festival’, why are we performing a story that ends in a tragedy?!"
"Headmaster Grandma wouldn’t have truly reached the age of senile dementia, right?"
Everyone started arguing again, their words inside and out full of incomprehension toward the academy high-level.
"You guys misunderstood!"
Erzi spoke up once again, interrupting everyone’s voices: "What I said just now was merely the upper half of the stage play, there is still the lower half behind it!"
So there was actually a lower half?
Everyone could only quiet down, refocusing their gazes toward Erzi.
"The second ’Dragon King Festival’ happened over fifty years ago."
"In order to completely terminate this unstable factor of Acnologia, the most powerful Wizard of Ishgar at that time, Weston, assembled his partners, going through thousands of hardships to find Acnologia in a hidden valley."
"This powerful coalition chest-full of justice launched a direct... direct declaration of war against the legendary ’Wings of World Destruction’?!"
Erzi: "??!"
Natsu / Gajeel: "?!!"
Everyone: "!!"
