Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Magic?!

Chapter 303 Hopefully this is the biggest thing for X784 (Please subscribe!)

Both Chairman Goldman and Chairman Bob were shocked, but quickly became serious like Makarov.

"What result do you want?"

Goldman pushed up his black glasses and asked directly.

They must first reach a consensus on this matter so that they can work together when confronting the "Magic Council".

"The council needs to be reorganized, and its leadership must be replaced."

Makarov earnestly stated his purpose. By this time, many guild leaders had gathered around the trio, and everyone's eyes were focused on Makarov.

"Replace them all?"

Goldman then asked, his tone tinged with doubt, because he felt it would be difficult to achieve. Replacing all the members of the "Council" was indeed too radical and might provoke strong opposition from the "Council".

"If you can't be replaced, you can be transferred to another position."

Bob chimed in from the side, saying that he also wanted to remove all the councilors from their posts, but the council would definitely appoint a main person in charge to prevent them from escalating the situation. So if they couldn't all be dismissed, then demotion or transfer would be acceptable.

"They should all be dismissed! I support Makarov's decision! These people hold high positions and yet they managed to get two dark mages into the council as members. I don't know what they do all day. It's utterly absurd! Absolutely absurd!"

The guild master of "Snake Scales," Granny Obah Barbasoma, shouted, her face full of anger, looking as if she wanted to raze the "Magic Council" to the ground. She kept urging the guild masters around her, looking like she was going to make a big scene.

"Rock Iron" Jura Regis was pulling at his guild leader, trying to calm his eighty-year-old wife down.

The guild leaders around him had different expressions and their own thoughts and considerations, but they all reached the same consensus: the "Magic Council" must be reorganized.

While the guild leaders were having a small meeting, Moen and Erza were approached by a mage from "Mermaid's Heel".

With long, straight black hair, wearing a white uniform, and a long sword at her waist, she is Simon's younger sister, Kagura Mikazuchi.

"Sister Erza"

Looking at Erza, Kagura became somewhat agitated. Unlike her usual stern face and icy beauty, she now revealed a rare vulnerability in her heart.

Clearly, Kagura finally learned Erza's identity. In her letter to "Mermaid's Heel," she specifically mentioned Simon's situation, which explains Kagura's excitement.

"Kagura, have you seen Simon?"

Seeing Kagura's emotional state, Erza smiled and asked.

"I haven't seen my brother yet."

Kagura answered honestly that she was accompanying the guild master to the meeting and did not wait for her brother Simon to arrive at the guild.

"I've come to seek justice for my brother."

Kagura looked serious and spoke in a solemn tone, "The Magic Council definitely bears a lot of responsibility in this matter. She couldn't go to the Tower of Paradise to rescue her brother Simon, so at least she has to stand up for him and the others in this matter."

Actually, Simon, Xiu, Miriam, and Woolley should have been invited along. As the people involved in building the Tower of Paradise for eight years, they certainly have the right to speak.

Regardless, the four of them were considered part of the lower management in the Tower of Paradise, responsible for managing the "laborers" who built the tower. They enjoyed quite a few privileges in life within the Tower of Paradise.

To prevent them from being deliberately smeared or harassed, Makarov didn't call them. Instead, he brought along many of the rescued "laborers." In any case, the effect would be the same, and these ordinary "laborers" were more representative.

The four were still on their way to the "Mermaid's Heel" guild. When they arrived, the mages of "Mermaid's Heel" would entertain them and tell them to wait for Kagura Mikazuchi to return.

"It's all because of me that Erza got caught. I'm so sorry."

Looking at Erza with a sincere expression, Kagura recalled the situation at that time, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

When the "evil cult" came to their village to arrest people, Kagura would definitely have been captured if it weren't for Erza's protection. She was only seven or eight years old at the time and had no power to escape. It was Erza who sacrificed herself to draw away the enemy so that she could escape. Erza changed her life.

"Don't say that, Kagura. Do you think I hate who I am now? The truth is quite the opposite. I love everything about me now because of that experience. If I hadn't saved you back then, things might be very different now."

Erza smiled and reached out to pat Kagura's head. Kagura was three years younger than Erza and Moen, only sixteen years old this year. Looking at this girl, Erza felt like she was looking at a little sister.

"Sister Erza"

Erza's answer deeply moved Kagura. Over the years, she had been working hard to grow stronger and search for her brother's whereabouts, hoping to rescue him. Of course, she had not forgotten Erza, the red-haired lady who had saved her from falling into the abyss.

Kagura felt genuinely grateful and guilty towards Erza, who had suffered in her place. In Erza's presence, she truly seemed like a sixteen-year-old little sister, not the genius mage with the "mermaid's heel." At that moment, she felt more real.

"It seems we all have to thank you. If it weren't for you, Erza wouldn't have come to Fairy Tail."

Moen chuckled and interjected with a joke at Kagura's side, which made Erza and Kagura smile. He wasn't wrong, at least in terms of cause and effect.

"Mr. Moen, thank you for destroying the Tower of Paradise, thank you for saving my brother. I don't know how to repay you. If there is anything you need me to do in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. I will do my best to do it!"

After expressing her gratitude and guilt to Erza, Kagura looked at Moen and bowed deeply again in thanks. Erza had saved her, and Moen had saved her brother. Both of them were great benefactors to her family.

Kagura's attitude towards Erza and Moen is very clear: "I have no way to repay their great kindness, and I will go through fire and water for them."

"No need for that. This is what I should do. Everyone has a responsibility to eliminate dark mages."

Moen waved his hands repeatedly. This girl was too sincere. Moen was afraid that she would say something like, "I have nothing to repay you with but my body," but he was not that kind of person.

"In short, I am very grateful to Mr. Moen."

Kagura didn't say anything more, because what she had just said was from the bottom of her heart. As long as what she was asked to do didn't violate her values, she would do it even if it meant losing her life. "Mount, Erza! It's time to enter!"

As the three were talking, Pacas ran over. The guild leaders had finished their brief discussion and everyone was beginning to enter the venue prepared for the "Magic Council".

"Okay, let's go in too."

Moen nodded and walked toward the venue, with Erza, Kagura, and Pacas following behind him.

The headquarters of the Magic Council is quite impressive, with white brick walls and gray-blue spires. The architectural style is very square and unified, making it look like a very upright place.

The headquarters of the "Magic Council" is quite large, and it has a large hall that can accommodate many people, which is the location of this meeting.

"This is my first time here, and it's such a big event on my first visit!"

Packas looked a little excited. To be honest, such a big event is really rare and hard to come by. We haven't heard of anything like it in the last hundred years. It's definitely a landmark event.

"I hope this is the most important thing."

Moen added that he truly hoped so. The beginning of X784 was already so explosive that he didn't dare to think about what would happen next. Could this world still be okay?
If the world is doomed, then Moen will really have to consider a "major immigration plan".

Moen had really thought that if he couldn't beat the big boss, he would avoid his sharp edge and go to the almost magic-free world of "Edras" to hide. Once he got to that world, the big boss would probably have to stay put too. After all, there was no magic there, and magic couldn't be used. Surely the big boss wasn't a physical attacker?

"It's hard to imagine anything bigger than this, is it?"

Packas, puzzled, asked.

"Hard to say."

Moen curled his lip. In his opinion, the reorganization of the "Magic Council" was not a big deal. At least, the current group of councilors were definitely not capable of doing anything "big".

This group of councilors has always been "doves," and most of them are moderates. They have maintained the stability of the continent of Ishgar by virtue of their "dovey style." Now that most of them are old, it is time for a change of blood. It would not be a bad thing for them to retire.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Moen led Erza to sit down in the seat behind Grandpa Makarov, while Pakas and Kagura each went to find their respective "parents".

"This Great Hall is quite impressive."

Looking around, Moen remarked, "The headquarters of the Magic Council is quite impressive, exuding a sense of solemnity and grandeur."

The entire hall is built of gray and white marble, with smooth walls and a cold tone. The towering arched dome is supported by marble columns, the columns of which are carved with gold patterns. A huge stained glass is set in the center of the dome, with magical runes intertwined and reflected on it. Sunlight shines through the glass and casts flowing spots of light on the ground.

The seating in the Great Hall is tiered, semi-circling the central speaking area and rising in a fan shape. Opposite the seating, above the podium, is a semi-circular platform with ten chairs arranged in an arc. These are the council seats, and behind these ten chairs is a map of the continent of Ishgar.

"This place has been around for quite some time."

Makarov responded to Moen's remark from the front, pointing casually to the stone pillars and marble where fine cracks and worn edges could already be seen.

"Just like this Magic Council."

Goldman added that he was sitting next to Makarov, with Pakas behind him. The drunkard didn't react much, but was quite looking forward to what would happen next.

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Moen pursed his lips. He was simply marveling at the grandeur of the "Magic Council." The two old men in front of him even made a veiled reference to it, although there was nothing wrong with what they said.

Soon, amidst the whispers of the attendees, the speaker and seven council members of the Magic Council entered the room and took their seats on the high platform opposite, looking down at the crowd.

Eight people were sitting on the ten chairs because Zik Rein and Urtia were not coming.

"Sitting in such a high seat, can you even see the people below?"

Goldman then spoke up, expressing his dissatisfaction with the way the members of parliament were sitting.

"So it's time to bring them down and take a look."

Makarov's tone was serious, and he became more and more determined in his thoughts. In the past, he did not care because he believed in the system of the "Magic Council" that had been in place for so many years, but now it seemed that the "Magic Council" still needed external forces to supervise and check it.

Moen grinned. He thought it was already remarkable that the Magic Council had lasted this long before problems arose. It was highly unscientific for such a large organization to take so many years to run into trouble; rigidity and decay were the norm.

"Ahem, now that everyone is here, let's begin today's meeting."

After the councilors had taken their seats, a moderator came up to the central podium to preside over the meeting. He spoke into the microphone, and the sound transmission magic crystal amplified his voice throughout the room.

In this spacious, towering auditorium, all sounds, after being reflected by the marble, create a slight echo, permeating an invisible sense of oppression and solemnity, making people hesitant to speak—an invisible psychological pressure.

As the host spoke, the hall fell silent, and the constant whispers finally subsided.

"President Makarov, as the initiator of this meeting, would you like to speak first?"

The person in charge of the meeting was an old man with a very "magician" look. He was wearing a cowboy witch hat with a pointed top, and there was a clear "eight" mark on his face that went through his eyes. He had a long white beard and his hair was already gray, but he looked very capable.

"This is Gran Doma, a veteran of the Magic Council."

Moen recognized who this "host" was. Before coming, he had already roughly learned about the composition of the "Magic Council," and this person was no less qualified than the councilors.

"Wait a minute, Gulan! Follow the procedure!"

As soon as Guran Dorma finished speaking, Crawford Himm, sitting at the head of the parliamentary seats, couldn't help but stop him. This wasn't the procedure they had initially prepared; how could they let Makarov speak right off the bat?!
The other members of parliament, seated in order—Ogg, Michelo, Belluno, Reggie, Yajima, Hogg, and Yuri—were also somewhat surprised, but none of them spoke up or offered any support for Crawford Him.

(End of this chapter)