Fairy Tail: I Don't Want to Be the President

Rhode discovered that Minerva might not know as much about the Demon Race as he did, so this trip was probably in vain.

But since he was already here, he went ahead and told her a bit about the history of the Demon Race. Since she was a descendant, she ought to know this.

"I can't believe... such things happened." This was indeed the first time Minerva learned about the rise and fall of the Demon Race.

"Father only taught me one kind of magic, and didn't teach me the Cost Summoning... Please wait a moment."

She seemed to suddenly remember something, and with a wave of her hand, she drew a colorful space and disappeared from the sitting room.

Soon, she came out of the colorful space again, holding two items in her hands.

"I discovered these when organizing my father's relics." Minerva placed the items on the table and pushed them in front of Rhode,

"This is a Magic Book, recording my magic and a kind of Cost Summoning Technique, and this map has a marked spot, which might be the old site of the Demon Race."

Rhode glanced at the map, where the marked year was X730, which was 62 years ago.

There were some characters at the marked spot that Rhode didn't recognize.

Minerva explained, "That's Demon Language, meaning 'origin,' or it could be translated as 'homeland.' I think this map originally belonged to my grandfather or grandmother."

Rhode nodded, maybe Minerva's grandfather and grandmother were survivors of the Demon Race from more than 100 years ago, who escaped, grew up, and had her mother.

As they got older, they might have yearned for their homeland as well, so they marked it on the map, but they never dared to return.

When they passed away, the map was kept as a relic by Minerva's mother and eventually ended up in the hands of her father, Jerman.

As for the Demon-Controlling Eighteen Fighting God Magic, it either came from the relics or was found by Jerman at the Demon Race's old site.

Rhode opened the book and took a look, and sure enough, it was written in Demon Language, which he couldn't understand.

"Who taught you Demon Language?"

"It was also my father, he probably learned it from my mother."

Rogue was puzzled, "I've never seen President Jerman use the Demon-Controlling Eighteen Fighting God Magic or the Cost Summoning Technique."

Jerman was a person who revered power, with such powerful and destructive Demon-Controlling Eighteen Fighting God Magic and astonishingly powerful Cost Summoning Technique, he had no reason not to learn them.

"The magic my father obtained is only this one kind; perhaps it wasn't suitable for him. As for the Cost Summoning Technique," Minerva opened the Magic Book and pointed to the contents of a certain page, explaining,

"The prerequisite for learning it is to worship the Fighting God, to gain the god's approval to enter into a contract. With my father's personality, I'm afraid he wouldn't worship any god."

Rogue thought of Jerman's ways and nodded in agreement. He really couldn't imagine that arrogant president worshiping gods and praying for power.

Rhode asked, "Is worshiping the Fighting God a necessary condition?"

"Yes." Minerva flipped a few pages of the table of contents, looked over, and explained,

"If conditions permit, one should establish a Divine Hall or chapel and pray regularly. If conditions do not allow, at least an idol should be worshiped at home.

"The rituals during prayer have very strict requirements, and no one should disturb them. Only believers with sufficient aptitude and sincerity can communicate with the gods."

Rhode nodded, perhaps Yaloke always wearing a priest's robe and being called a divine officer was for this reason as well.

"Does the book mention what exactly the Fighting God is?"

Minerva flipped through the book and shook her head, "It does, but it's filled with words of praise, endlessly extolling the great power of the Fighting God, without any actual description."

Rhode nodded helplessly, thinking it made sense; a book written by a believer for future generations of believers, not claiming omniscience and omnipotence was already polite.

Minerva suggested, "If Mr. Rhode is interested, you can take this book to study."

"No need, even if you give it to me, I can't understand it. In today's age, learning Demon Language isn't easy."

Rhode declined her offer and pointed to the map, saying, "I've noted the location, and I'll go investigate it when I have the time and then share my findings with you all."

Although he said that, Rhode didn't hold too much hope.

Even if there were any valuable relics back then, they were probably already searched clean by people like Yaloke and Jerman.

Investigating there might not be as effective as questioning Yaloke or searching his home.

...

When Rhode returned to the Guild, it was everyone's break time.

Although most people were quite tired, the tavern was still lively and full of energy.

Mira seemed to have been sitting for a while and had just stood up to stretch her legs. Wendy and Carla watched her nervously, afraid she might bump into something.

Lisana, on the other hand, was much more relaxed, engrossed in handling documents at the counter, looking so serious that if her hair were longer, she could be another Mira.

Seeing Rhode come downstairs, Mira smiled and asked, "So, did you find anything?"

"Somewhat," Rhode said, raising the paper bag he was holding, "Come, try Sabertooth's special little pastries, Warm said they're good."

Carla grumbled to Wendy, "Is there anything Warm doesn't say is good?"

However, all Wendy could think about was the pastries.

There was quite a bit Rhode brought back, but Mira only picked and tried a couple, distributing the rest to Lisana, Wendy, and Carla.

"What are you planning to do next?" Mira knew that Rhode cared about this issue quite a bit.

"Let's see if the Council has any news. I'll also check some materials at the library." Rhode gently touched Mira's belly, "I don't really want to go far these days."

Mira laughed and asked, "So, have you thought of a name?"

"Yes," Rhode said, with a serious face, "If it's a boy, we'll call him Gouwa, and if it's a girl, she'll be called Tiger Girl."

"Be serious!" Mira's fist landed on Rhode's chest, causing him to cough.

Before Rhode could say anything, Mira laughed again,

"Names like these aren't impossible. When the child grows up, you can tell them, 'This is the first gift from your father, meant to accompany you for a lifetime...'

Rhode felt his supply of oxygen depleting, quickly saying, "Joking, joking..."

At this time, a small black cat flew in front of them, "Sorry to interrupt you both."

Rhode asked, "Li Li, what's the matter?"

"Gajeel left without saying a word, saying he intends to train alone in the mountains for a while. I felt it was necessary to inform you, and I'm going to join him."

"That's not a problem, but why?"

Li Li replied, "I think it's probably because Gajeel heard about Natsu training alone and didn't want to lose to him."

Rhode nodded, "Do as you like, just don't slack off too much."

Mira glanced at Reby, who was chatting with Lucy, and asked, "Did he tell Reby?"

Li Li sighed wearily, "I'll speak to her on his behalf."