"Aria…"
Juvia stared in surprise at her forr comrade.
After the dissolution of Phantom Lord, the Four Elental Mages had gone their separate ways.
Juvia, the "Water," had joined Fairy Tail.
Totomaru, the "Fire," now live-stread as a magic instructor.
Sol, the "Earth," had disappeared without a trace.
Aria, the "Sky" and leader of the Four Elents, had been recruited by the Magic Council and was now a civil servant.
"I am now a mber of the 4th Custody Enforcent Unit under the Magic Council," Aria explained, raising one hand solemnly while holding what appeared to be a magic book—or perhaps a Bible—in the other.
"So, what brings you here?" Nate asked, recalling his earlier suspicions after seeing st’s report to the Council. Could it be related to Celestial Pokémon?
"I am here to invite Wizard Saint Makarov, as well as you, Nate, to the Council Headquarters for a Ten Wizard Saint Conference," Aria stated.
"A Ten Wizard Saint Conference?" Juvia exclaid in surprise.
Nate was equally taken aback. The Ten Wizard Saints rarely gathered, and such etings were even rarer. If a conference was being called, it could only an sothing monuntal had occurred in the magic world.
Celestial Pokémon, no matter how popular, surely didn’t warrant such a eting.
So, what had happened?
Nate thought for a mont, considering two or three possibilities.
At that mont, Makarov approached, his hands clasped behind his back.
"I’ve already been inford of the situation," the old man said, nodding briefly at Aria before turning to Nate.
"Nate, you’ll be coming with ."
"If we’re heading to the headquarters, we might as well use Flying Thunder God to teleport there," Nate suggested.
"That would be helpful," Makarov agreed with a serious expression. He turned to Aria. "We’ll go on our own; there’s no need to trouble yourself."
"As you wish," Aria replied, visibly relieved.
Normally, the journey required traveling by carriage to the Fiore branch of the Magic Council, and from there using their magic teleportation array to reach the headquarters. But with Nate’s teleportation magic, the process beca much simpler.
After bidding Juvia a quick farewell, Nate activated Flying Thunder God and disappeared with Makarov in a flash of light.
…
Outside Fairy Tail
"Aria, what exactly happened?" Juvia asked anxiously.
"It’s rare to hear of the Council inviting the Ten Wizard Saints to a eting. The last ti was during the Demon Rampage in the Northern Territories, back when Jose was still Phantom Lord’s guild master."
The Demon Deliora, which had wreaked havoc in the northern territories, had caused catastrophic damage. That incident had occurred over a decade ago.
"I don’t know either," Aria admitted, raising his face skyward as tears rolled down his cheeks. "So sorrowful, so sorrowful... it must be a grave event threatening the safety of the magic world."
As a re civil servant, Aria wasn’t privy to such classified information.
With the advent of the Magic Net, minor issues were usually handled through direct communication. If the Council had sent soone in person, it was clearly an urgent matter.
…
Magic Council ERA Headquarters
The statues lining the entrance of the headquarters remained intact despite the previous Grimoire Heart attack, their solemn presence guarding the main building.
Between the statues, a complex and mysterious magic circle glowed faintly.
With a burst of golden light, Nate and Makarov appeared simultaneously.
"Requip!"
Nate imdiately donned his Wizard Saint robe.
Makarov, stepping forward, also put on his Wizard Saint cloak as he led the way toward the entrance.
"For the Council to summon the Wizard Saints, it must be sothing serious," Makarov said heavily. "By the way, have you t the others yet?"
"No."
"Well, you’ll get the chance today. One of them is even an elder of our guild."
The fourth-ranked Wizard Saint, Nate guessed.
He briefly considered bringing Mavis along. That particular Saint was an old acquaintance of hers. The little girl would have been delighted to see them.
As they approached the entrance, a humanoid frog erged, followed by several officials.
Nate couldn’t discern the frog’s origin but suspected it might once have been human. Perhaps it was a side effect of magical experintation.
In the magic world, nothing was too strange.
"Makarov-sama, Nate-sama, welco to the Magic Council. The situation is urgent; please follow ," the frogman said in human language, leading the way inside.
…
Inside the Headquarters
As they walked down the hallway, they encountered the forr Chairman of the Council, Crawford Seam.
The portly old man hurried over.
"Wait a mont!"
"Chairman Crawford," the frogman greeted respectfully.
"Makarov-sama, I need to speak with Nate privately for a mont," Crawford said, nodding at Makarov. The two were old acquaintances.
Makarov didn’t object, continuing further inside while Crawford beckoned Nate into a nearby eting room.
…
In the eting Room
"Chairman," Nate began.
"Don’t call that here," Crawford interrupted, shaking his head helplessly.
"Your proposal from the other day was reviewed by the Council, and it was decided last night to grant Ur the title of Wizard Saint."
"I inford her of this just now through the Magic Net. She said she’s with you. Where is she?"
Nate’s expression turned strange. Since when did the Council operate this efficiently?
"Does this have to do with the Wizard Saint eting?" Nate asked.
"Yes," Crawford admitted gravely, lowering his voice. "Last night, one of the Wizard Saints died."
Nate froze. A Wizard Saint, dead?
"Who?" His thoughts imdiately went to Jura, but he asked cautiously, "What happened?"
"It’s a complex situation. You’ll learn the details soon," Crawford replied, pulling out a Wizard Saint dal from his pocket.
"This is Ur’s dal. The formal ceremony will be held later, but the title is hers now."
"Why don’t you give it to her yourself?"
Nate considered this, then summoned Ur from the Deep Web.
…
Ur’s Arrival
Crawford was visibly startled.
"Ur? After all these years, you haven’t aged a day…"
Over a decade ago, the Council had invited Ur to join the Wizard Saints. Crawford himself had extended the offer.
She had declined.
"It’s been a long ti, Crawford," Ur greeted him before turning to Nate. "What’s going on?"
Nate briefly explained the situation.
Crawford handed her the dal with a solemn expression.
"In any case, follow . I’ll take you both to the eting room."
…
In the Ten Wizard Saint Conference Room
The room was grand and opulent, with ten high-backed chairs arranged on either side of a long table.
Seven of them were already occupied:
1st: God Serena
2nd: Draculos Hyberion
3rd: Wolfheim
4th: Warrod Sequen
5th: Makarov
6th: An unfamiliar man
7th: Empty
8th: Jura Neekis
9th: Empty (Nate’s spot)
10th: Empty (Ur’s spot)
As Nate and Ur entered, all eyes turned to them.
One particular gaze lingered on Nate, completely ignoring Ur.
Nate scanned the room.
If the 9th and 10th spots were theirs, then the deceased Wizard Saint was likely the 7th-ranked mage.
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(Author.: Regarding the Ten Wizard Saints, not all of them appeared in the original work, and I didn't remove any either. I can only arrange for one to die based on the current plot. I really want to complain about this—it's such a good setup, but it was almost completely abandoned later on.)
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