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Thank you all so much with your patience. I had some MAJOR writers block for like…. 2 years…. I'm sorry

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"What are you saying?" A young Laxus inquired, glancing skeptically towards his Father. "The old man is dead."

Fulqur sighed, shaking his head. "Not yet. My old man still has at least another decade or two left in him." He gestured for his son to come closer; Laxus complied, and he continued. "You remember how he used to talk," a faint smile came to Fulqur's face. "Complaining and scheming against our king."

Laxus nodded, a brow raised. "What exactly are you saying, Father?"

"Your Grandfather left us to continue his work here, to undermine, and overthrow Acnologia."

Laxus sat heavily and was silent, wide eyes trained on his father. Sure, he had known that his family did the complete opposite of supporting the king, but to say those words out loud…. Was a very dangerous thing indeed.