Chapter XXXIII: Shadows and Surveillance
The Morning After
The guild hall stirred to life with the gradual awakening of its members, but the atmosphere felt different from the previous day's celebration. The presence of Council inspectors had introduced an element of formality that sat uncomfortably with Fairy Tail's typically chaotic morning routine.
Mirajane moved behind the bar with her usual grace, but her smile seemed slightly forced as she prepared breakfast under the watchful eyes of government officials. Every action felt scrutinized, every conversation potentially monitored.
"Good morning, everyone," she called out with determined cheerfulness, though several guild members noticed the subtle tension in her voice.
Levy looked up from the book she'd been reading, dark circles under her eyes suggesting she'd had trouble sleeping. "Did anyone else feel like they were being watched all night?"
"That's because we were," Gajeel replied bluntly from his position near the window, his Iron Dragon Slayer senses having detected the surveillance long before anyone else. "Three different magical signatures circling the building all night. Professional work."
The Council's True Purpose
Inspector Doranbolt approached the main gathering area with official paperwork in hand, his expression carrying the weight of unwelcome news.
"Guild Master Makarov," he announced formally, "the Magic Council requires a full accounting of all guild activities during your seven-year absence, as well as detailed profiles of any new members or... enhanced capabilities acquired during that time."
The phrasing was careful, but everyone understood the implications. They wanted information about the Clive family's abilities, their potential threat level, and their integration into Fairy Tail's power structure.
Makarov's expression darkened as he reviewed the official documents. "This is more than a routine inspection, isn't it?"
"The Council has concerns about the magical balance in Fiore," Doranbolt admitted reluctantly. "Your guild's return, combined with certain... developments in magical capabilities, has raised questions about potential security implications."
From across the room, Teilanne slowly set down her morning tea, her Saiyan senses picking up on the underlying threat in the inspector's words. "Security implications."
It wasn't a question, and the way she said it made several nearby guild members instinctively step back. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as her power began to manifest unconsciously.
Family Dynamics Under Scrutiny
Kizuna moved to his mother's side with the protective instincts that defined Saiyan family bonds, his analytical mind already processing the political implications of the Council's investigation.
"They're not here to ensure our compliance," he observed quietly. "They're here to evaluate our threat potential."
Uruk nodded agreement from his position near Levy, his strategic thinking aligned with his brother's assessment. "The question becomes whether we allow them to complete their evaluation or whether their presence here represents a threat to guild security."
Gine joined her brothers, her recent mastery of Full Powered Super Saiyan making her ki fluctuate in response to the implied challenges. "Either way, we stand together."
Cumber, who had been silent throughout the morning, finally spoke from his position near Wendy. "Together."
The single word carried the weight of absolute family loyalty, and everyone present understood that the Clive siblings would not allow their guild family to be threatened, regardless of the consequences.
Natsu's Return
The tension was interrupted by the arrival of Team Natsu, with Lucy looking emotionally drained but more settled than the previous day. Her father's death still weighed heavily on her, but the support of her guild family had helped her process the immediate shock.
"What's with all the serious faces?" Natsu asked, his dragon slayer senses immediately detecting the elevated stress levels throughout the room.
"Council inspection," Gray replied tersely. "Apparently we're too dangerous to exist without supervision."
Happy flew over to his usual perch, his expression unusually subdued. "Are they going to shut down the guild again?"
The question hit harder than any of the adults had expected, reminding everyone of the seven years when Fairy Tail had officially ceased to exist. The fear of losing their family again was palpable.
Lyon's Persistent Courtship
The morning's tension was further complicated by Lyon's arrival with another elaborate display of ice magic courtship directed toward Juvia. This time he had created an entire garden of crystalline flowers outside the guild hall, each one supposedly representing a different aspect of his affection.
"My aquatic goddess," Lyon announced dramatically as he entered, "I have spent the entire night crafting a monument to your beauty that will rival the greatest works of—"
His declaration was cut short as he noticed the Council inspectors and the general atmosphere of tension pervading the guild hall.
"Ah," he said, his romantic fervor dampened by political reality. "Perhaps this isn't the ideal time for grand romantic gestures."
Juvia, who had been struggling with her complicated feelings about Gray's continued emotional distance, Lyon's sudden attention, and her growing friendship with Gajeel, looked relieved at the reprieve.
"Juvia appreciates Lyon-sama's efforts," she said carefully, "but perhaps Juvia's romantic situation is too complicated for public declarations right now."
Gray, overhearing the exchange, felt an unexpected surge of something that might have been jealousy, though he would never admit it aloud.
Lucy's Emotional Processing
While the guild dealt with political complications, Lucy found herself struggling with a different kind of challenge. The reality of her father's death had begun to settle into a deeper, more complex grief that manifested as unexpected emotional reactions to seemingly normal situations.
"I keep expecting him to walk through the door," she confided to Levy during a quiet moment. "Not because I think he's alive, but because... because I never really got to say goodbye properly."
Levy nodded with understanding, her own experiences with loss allowing her to offer meaningful support. "Grief isn't linear. Sometimes it hits you when you least expect it, and sometimes it leaves you feeling empty when you think you should be devastated."
"Is it wrong that I feel angry?" Lucy asked, her voice barely audible. "Angry that he died while I was gone, angry that we never got to fix our relationship properly, angry that he tried to make up for everything with money and presents instead of just... being there?"
"Anger is part of grief," Levy assured her. "Especially complicated grief. You're allowed to feel angry about things that weren't fair, even if you also loved him."
The Surveillance Network
Unknown to the guild members, the previous night's surveillance had been far more extensive than even Gajeel's enhanced senses had detected. Multiple agencies were coordinating their observation efforts, each with their own agenda regarding Fairy Tail's return.
In a secure location several miles from Magnolia, representatives from various magical organizations were reviewing the intelligence gathered during the guild's first night back together.
"The Destroyer's power levels are consistent with previous reports," one analyst noted. "But her children's capabilities exceed our initial estimates. The eldest son shows strategic thinking that rivals military tacticians. The daughter has achieved power transformations that most Saiyans never master."
"What about integration with existing guild members?" another voice asked. "Are they operating as separate entities or as unified forces?"
"Unified," came the immediate response. "Complete family integration. Any action against one will be considered an action against all. This includes both the Saiyan family unit and their adoption into Fairy Tail's structure."
The implications were sobering. Fairy Tail had always been problematic from a regulatory standpoint, but their current configuration represented a level of combined power that could potentially challenge governmental authority if they chose to do so.
Romeo's Leadership Challenge
As the morning progressed, Romeo found himself caught between his role as one of the guild's younger leaders and the political pressure being applied by the Council inspection. His seven years of growth had prepared him for many challenges, but navigating bureaucratic threats to his guild family was new territory.
"They're looking for reasons to restrict our activities," he explained to some of the other younger guild members. "Every job we take, every mission we complete, every display of power—it's all being evaluated as potential evidence of threat assessment."
Wendy, despite her young age, understood the implications immediately. "So we have to prove we're not dangerous while also being strong enough to protect ourselves and our clients. That's an impossible balance."
"Not impossible," Romeo replied, though his voice carried uncertainty. "Just... complicated. We need to be smart about how we demonstrate our capabilities."
The Debt Situation Worsens
Macao approached Makarov with another piece of unwelcome news, his expression grim as he reviewed the guild's financial situation.
"The Twilight Ogre situation is resolved," he reported, "but that was only part of our debt problem. Seven years of accumulated obligations to various creditors, plus interest, plus the cost of maintaining the guild hall..."
He handed over a ledger that made Makarov's face pale as he reviewed the numbers.
"This is more than we can reasonably earn through normal guild activities," Makarov observed. "Even S-Class missions won't generate this kind of income quickly enough to satisfy our creditors."
Gildarts looked up from his conversation with Cana, his expression troubled. "How long do we have before people start demanding payment?"
"Some are already demanding payment," Macao admitted. "The Council inspection is partly motivated by complaints from various creditors who are worried about our ability to pay what we owe."
The financial pressure added another layer to their already complex situation, creating a scenario where they needed to take on lucrative jobs while also avoiding any activities that might be construed as threatening by their government observers.
Team Natsu's Job Preparation
Despite the complications surrounding the guild, Team Natsu prepared to take on a job request that would help address their immediate financial needs while hopefully avoiding political complications.
"Simple transport mission," Lucy read from the job posting. "Escort a merchant caravan through potentially dangerous territory. No dark guilds, no ancient artifacts, no mysterious magical phenomena."
"Sounds boring," Natsu complained, though his tone suggested he understood the necessity of avoiding complex situations while under Council scrutiny.
"Boring is what we need right now," Erza replied firmly. "We complete straightforward jobs, prove our competence and reliability, and gradually rebuild the trust that our seven-year absence may have damaged."
Gray nodded agreement, though his expression suggested he found the prospect of restrained guild activities almost as challenging as Natsu did. "At least it's honest work that helps people."
Happy flew over to join the conversation, his usual cheerfulness slightly dampened by the morning's revelations. "Will we still be able to go on adventures together?"
The question touched on something fundamental about Fairy Tail's identity—their reputation had been built on taking on challenges that other guilds wouldn't or couldn't handle. Being forced into conventional activities felt like losing part of who they were.
Gine and Laxus's Training
Away from the main guild activities, Gine and Laxus found time for private training that allowed them to work on their magical coordination without attracting unwanted attention from their observers.
"Your lightning magic has grown more sophisticated during our absence," Gine observed as they practiced combining their abilities in ways that enhanced both their individual strengths.
"Seven years of exile provides plenty of time for reflection and improvement," Laxus replied, his tone carrying less bitterness about his past than it once had. "But working with your Super Saiyan transformations requires different approaches than traditional lightning magic."
Their training represented more than just magical development—it was a demonstration of how the guild's returning members and new additions could strengthen each other through cooperation rather than competition.
The Council's Growing Concern
Back in the guild hall, Inspector Doranbolt was filing his preliminary report with growing unease about the political implications of his findings.
"The integration is complete," he reported via magical communication crystal. "The Saiyan family considers themselves fully part of Fairy Tail, and the guild considers them essential family members. Any action taken against one faction will result in unified response from all factions."
The response from his superiors was immediate and concerned. "Threat assessment?"
"Potentially catastrophic if they choose to act against Council authority," Doranbolt admitted reluctantly. "But their current activities suggest no hostile intent toward governmental structures. They appear focused on guild restoration and family integration."
"Continue monitoring. Report any changes in behavior patterns or power demonstrations."
The conversation ended, leaving Doranbolt with the uncomfortable knowledge that his presence was escalating a situation that might have remained stable if left alone.
Building Toward Conflict
As the day progressed, it became increasingly clear that multiple forces were converging on Magnolia with agendas that might not be compatible with Fairy Tail's desire for peaceful restoration.
The guild members could sense the growing tension, but they were committed to maintaining their family bonds regardless of external pressure. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—as they always had, and as they always would.
The question was no longer whether conflict would come, but when, and in what form. And when it did arrive, Fairy Tail would be ready to protect their family with all the power and determination that had made them legendary throughout Fiore.
The dawn of their second chapter was proving more complicated than anyone had anticipated, but it was still their story to write.
A Job Opportunity
The political tension was momentarily interrupted when Happy flew over to Natsu with a job request clutched in his tiny paws, his usual enthusiasm barely dampened by the morning's revelations about Council surveillance.
"Natsu! I found a perfect job!" Happy announced, dropping the paper onto the table where Team Natsu had gathered. "It's a capture mission for an escaped convict named Velveno!"
Lucy leaned over to read the details, her eyes immediately focusing on the reward amount. "This is perfect! I desperately need the money, and it looks straightforward enough to avoid any... political complications."
She glanced meaningfully toward where Inspector Doranbolt was reviewing guild documents, her expression suggesting she understood the need to maintain a low profile during their current circumstances.
"The client is someone named Balsamico," Natsu read aloud, though his pronunciation of the name drew amused looks from several nearby guild members.
Macao looked up from his conversation with Romeo, recognition crossing his face. "Balsamico? That's Count Balsamico—he's hosting his famous Magic Dance Ball this year. It only happens once every seven years."
"A dance?" Natsu's expression shifted from interest to something approaching horror. "Nobody mentioned anything about dancing."
Lucy's eyes lit up with opportunity, though her expression also carried a hint of concern. "Natsu, if this job involves attending a formal social event, you're going to need to learn how to dance first."
Dancing Lessons Begin
Outside the guild hall, away from the watchful eyes of Council inspectors, Lucy attempted to teach Natsu the basics of social dancing. The lesson began with optimistic determination and quickly devolved into predictable chaos.
"Ow! Natsu, you're supposed to lead, not stomp!" Lucy complained as she tried to extract her feet from beneath his.
"This is stupid," Natsu muttered, his usual confidence completely absent when faced with coordinated movement that didn't involve combat. "Why can't we just punch the guy and be done with it?"
Their efforts attracted attention from other guild members, with Mirajane explaining the finer points of social dancing to Romeo while demonstrating proper posture and rhythm.
"Social dancing is about communication between partners," Mirajane explained patiently. "It's like a conversation, but with movement instead of words."
Kizuna, who had been observing from his position near the guild entrance, approached with his characteristic analytical perspective. "It's applied physics," he said simply. "Balance, momentum, spatial awareness. The same principles that govern combat movement."
His mother, Teilanne, looked up from her conversation with Gildarts, amusement evident in her expression. "On Planet Vegeta, we had combat dances that incorporated battle techniques into ceremonial movement. Perhaps that approach would be more suitable for Natsu's learning style."
More Volunteers
Gray decided to demonstrate his own dancing abilities, approaching Lucy with confident swagger. "Here, let me show you how it's really done."
His confidence lasted approximately thirty seconds before Lucy's frustration with his technique resulted in a swift kick that sent him sprawling.
"Apparently my technique needs work too," Gray admitted from his position on the ground, though his pride was more injured than his body.
Erza stepped forward next, her expression carrying the intensity she typically reserved for S-Class missions. "I was known as the 'Dancing Demon' during my time at the Tower of Heaven," she announced with unmistakable pride.
Her demonstration involved grabbing the nearest volunteer—which happened to be Elfman—and proceeding to spin him like a top with such vigor that several guild members instinctively stepped back to avoid the resulting wind currents.
"This is... man... making me... dizzy!" Elfman managed to gasp between rotations.
Lisanna tried to help by offering to teach Natsu directly, but her technique apparently borrowed heavily from her sister's approach, resulting in Natsu experiencing the same spinning sensation that had affected Elfman.
Guild-Wide Dancing
What had begun as a simple lesson quickly expanded into an impromptu guild-wide dance session. Warren set up his telepathy network to coordinate movements, while Wendy provided healing magic for the inevitable injuries that resulted from enthusiastic but inexperienced dancers.
Levy attempted to teach Gajeel, though his Iron Dragon Slayer reflexes made him somewhat inflexible when it came to graceful movement.
"Dancing requires finesse, Gajeel," Levy explained patiently as he stomped through what was supposed to be a waltz. "Think of it as... metalworking, but with your whole body."
"Gihi," Gajeel chuckled. "I can shape iron into delicate sculptures. How hard can moving my feet be?"
The answer, as it turned out, was considerably harder than reshaping metal.
The Clive Family's Contributions
Gine and Laxus demonstrated a surprisingly elegant coordination, their magical abilities allowing them to incorporate subtle lightning effects into their movements that created an almost ethereal quality to their dancing.
"Your balance has improved significantly," Laxus observed as they moved through a complex sequence. "The Super Saiyan transformations have enhanced your spatial awareness."
"It helps having a partner whose lightning magic complements rather than conflicts with my ki control," Gine replied, her expression showing genuine enjoyment of the activity.
Uruk, despite his typically analytical nature, proved to have a natural aptitude for the mathematical precision required in formal dancing. His partner, Levy, found their intellectual compatibility translated surprisingly well to physical coordination.
"Dancing is essentially applied geometry," Uruk explained as they moved through a series of precise turns. "Angles, timing, spatial relationships—all concepts that can be calculated and optimized."
Cumber, characteristically, said little but moved with the natural grace that seemed to define Saiyan physicality when properly applied. His partnership with Wendy created an interesting dynamic, as her Sky Dragon Slayer magic allowed her to literally lighten their movements.
"You don't need to say much when you're dancing," Wendy observed, her cheeks slightly flushed from both the physical activity and the proximity to someone she was developing feelings for. "It's like you're communicating without words."
Cumber's response was a slight nod, but the subtle smile that accompanied it suggested he understood and appreciated her observation.
Cana's Reunion Dancing
Cana, still processing her reunion with her father after seven years, found herself dancing with Gildarts in a moment that carried emotional weight beyond the simple physical activity.
"I remember you trying to teach me to dance when I was little," Cana said softly, her voice carrying years of complicated feelings about their relationship.
"You were more interested in card tricks," Gildarts replied, his tone gentle as he carefully controlled his crash magic to avoid any accidental destruction. "But you've gotten graceful over the years."
Their dance represented more than just preparation for a job—it was a tentative step toward rebuilding a father-daughter relationship that had been interrupted by circumstances beyond either of their control.
Preparing for the Mission
As the impromptu dance lesson continued, the actual mission team began to solidify. Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Erza, Elfman, Wendy, Warren, Happy, and Carla would attend the Magic Dance Ball to apprehend Velveno and protect the Balsamico family heirloom.
"Remember," Erza addressed the team with her typical strategic mindset, "this is a formal social event. We need to blend in, identify the threat, and neutralize it without causing panic among the civilian attendees."
"Also," Lucy added practically, "we need to actually succeed at dancing well enough to not stand out as obvious guild mages on a mission."
Natsu looked down at his feet with an expression of deep concern. "I'm going to mess this up, aren't I?"
"Probably," Gray replied with brutal honesty, "but we'll cover for you."
The team dynamic that had carried them through countless dangerous missions would now be tested in an entirely different arena—one where social grace mattered more than magical power, and where their success depended on fitting in rather than standing out.
A Mother's Strategic Recommendation
As the mission team prepared to depart, Teilanne studied the group composition with the tactical mind that had earned her the title of Destroyer. Her analytical gaze moved between Wendy and the assembled team members before settling on her youngest son.
"Cumber should go with them," she announced, her tone carrying the authority of someone accustomed to making strategic decisions.
Makarov looked up from his conversation with Inspector Doranbolt, surprised by the interjection. "We didn't want to make the team too large—"
"A team of this size attending a formal social event needs proper balance," Teilanne interrupted, her reasoning becoming clear as she continued. "Wendy will be the only young woman among older guild members. Having someone her own age provides both social cover and tactical backup."
Her eyes met Cumber's with maternal understanding. "Besides, his combination of Saiyan instincts and inherited crash magic could prove valuable if Velveno's magical copying abilities prove more dangerous than anticipated."
Cumber stepped forward without hesitation, his quiet acceptance of the mission assignment typical of his understated approach to guild responsibilities.
"It makes sense," Wendy agreed, though her slight blush suggested she appreciated the arrangement for reasons beyond tactical necessity. "Having someone who understands both combat applications and... social situations would be helpful."
Kizuna nodded approval of his mother's reasoning. "Velveno's magical drain ability is more dangerous than the job posting indicates. Having additional power reserves that he can't easily categorize gives the team a strategic advantage."
Family Farewells and Advice
As the expanded mission team prepared to depart, the Clive family gathered for their characteristic protective farewell ritual. Despite the relatively straightforward nature of the job, their Saiyan instincts demanded ensuring their family members were as prepared as possible.
"Velveno uses Transformation Magic and Magical Drain," Kizuna reminded his younger brother. "Stay alert for power signature changes that might indicate magical copying. Your crash magic inheritance might confuse his ability to duplicate your techniques."
"If he copies Sky Dragon Slayer magic, your advantage becomes your experience with the techniques," Uruk advised Wendy. "He can duplicate the power, but not the training and instinct that come from years of practice with Grandeeney's teachings."
Gine stepped forward to address both of the younger guild members. "Remember, you're both seventeen and attending a formal social event. Don't let the mission objectives overshadow the fact that you should also... enjoy yourselves appropriately."
Her meaningful look suggested she understood the developing relationship between Cumber and Wendy better than either of them might have realized.
Teilanne placed a hand on Cumber's shoulder, her expression carrying both maternal pride and warrior's caution. "Remember, strength isn't just about power levels. Sometimes the greatest victories come from wisdom and restraint. Protect your partner, protect your team, but also trust them to handle their own responsibilities."
Gildarts approached his youngest stepson with the gruff affection that characterized their relationship. "Don't let anyone spin you like a top unless it's part of the mission strategy," he advised with a grin. "And if you need to use crash magic, remember what I taught you about controlled destruction versus total annihilation."
The Expanded Team Dynamic
As the now ten-member team prepared to leave for the Magic Dance Ball, the addition of Cumber created new interpersonal dynamics that would influence their mission approach.
"So now we have two seventeen-year-olds, which means we need to make sure they have age-appropriate dance partners at the ball," Lucy observed practically. "Cumber and Wendy can dance together without attracting unwanted attention."
"That's... tactically sound," Wendy agreed, though her tone suggested she found the prospect personally appealing as well.
Erza nodded with strategic approval. "Having multiple age groups represented gives us better social camouflage. We'll appear to be guild members attending a social event rather than an obvious mission team."
"Plus," Happy added cheerfully, "Cumber's really quiet, so he won't accidentally blow our cover by talking too much."
Carla gave the blue cat a disapproving look, but her expression softened as she regarded the young Saiyan. "His observational skills complement Wendy's healing abilities. They make a sensible partnership for mission support."
Departure Preparations
As the expanded team made their final preparations, the political undercurrents that had dominated the morning remained present but temporarily overshadowed by mission focus.
Inspector Doranbolt approached Makarov with obvious concern. "A ten-member team for a simple capture mission seems... excessive."
"The Magic Dance Ball is a large social event with complex security considerations," Makarov replied diplomatically. "We want to ensure our client's safety while minimizing disruption to the other attendees."
The explanation satisfied the inspector's immediate concerns, though his expression suggested he would be monitoring the mission's outcome carefully.
"Remember," Erza addressed the full team with her characteristic strategic intensity, "we're representing Fairy Tail at a high-profile social event under Council observation. Professional competence, social grace, and minimal collateral damage are all equally important mission objectives."
"And try not to let Natsu eat everything at the buffet," Lucy added with practical concern. "We need to blend in, not create a scene over the dessert table."
"I make no promises," Natsu replied honestly, though his expression suggested he understood the importance of restraint.
As the team departed for their mission, Cumber fell into step beside Wendy with the natural coordination that had developed during their recent training sessions. Their quiet conversation created a pocket of calm within the group's general excitement about attending such a prestigious social event.
The Magic Dance Ball would test more than their social skills—it would demonstrate whether Fairy Tail could successfully navigate complex mission requirements while maintaining the interpersonal bonds that made them family, and whether the next generation of guild members could handle the unique challenges that came with growing up in the most unpredictable guild in Fiore.
Arrival at the Balsamico Estate
The Count's estate impressed even the Fairy Tail members, who had seen their share of extravagant locations during various missions. Floating magical platforms surrounded an ornate ballroom that sparkled with enchanted lights, while formally dressed guests moved between levels with the fluid grace that spoke to years of practice with such elaborate social arrangements.
"This is way fancier than I expected," Natsu muttered, tugging uncomfortably at his formal attire. "How am I supposed to blend in when I can barely walk in these clothes?"
"Just follow our lead and try not to accidentally ignite anything," Lucy replied, though her own nervousness about the formal setting was evident in her voice.
As they approached the main entrance, they were greeted by a young woman whose elegant dress and confident bearing immediately identified her as someone of importance. Her dark hair was arranged in an elaborate style that complemented her sophisticated appearance, though her eyes carried a hint of weariness that suggested the evening held more significance for her than simple social enjoyment.
"Welcome to our home," she said with practiced grace. "I am Aceto Balsamico. You must be the mages from Fairy Tail that my father hired for tonight's security."
"That's us," Erza replied, stepping forward with her characteristic leadership presence. "We're here to ensure your family's heirloom remains safe during the celebration."
Aceto's expression flickered with something that might have been sadness before returning to its polite mask. "Yes, the ring. Father is... quite concerned about potential theft attempts."
Meeting Count Balsamico
Inside the estate's main hall, Count Balsamico proved to be exactly the kind of wealthy aristocrat that Fairy Tail members had encountered numerous times during their mission career. His elaborate mustache and pompous bearing suggested someone more concerned with appearances than substance, though his obvious affection for his daughter provided some humanizing depth to his character.
"Ah, the Fairy Tail mages!" he announced with theatrical enthusiasm. "Perfect timing. Let me explain the situation you'll be dealing with tonight."
He gestured grandly toward the ballroom where guests were already beginning to gather on the floating platforms. "This Magic Dance Ball occurs only once every seven years, and its purpose is... traditional. Tonight, we will present the Balsamico family ring, and whoever claims it will have earned the right to ask for Aceto's hand in marriage."
The announcement caused several members of the Fairy Tail team to exchange uncomfortable glances. This wasn't just a job about protecting a valuable artifact—they were providing security for what amounted to an arranged marriage ceremony.
"Father..." Aceto's voice carried resigned protest, though her tone suggested this was an argument they had had many times before.
"The criminal we're concerned about is named Velveno," the Count continued, ignoring his daughter's discomfort. "He uses Transformation Magic and Magical Drain, which allows him to copy any opponent's magical abilities. We believe he intends to steal the ring tonight."
"What's his connection to your family?" Uruk would have asked if he had been present, but Wendy voiced a similar analytical concern. "Why would this particular criminal target your family heirloom specifically?"
Count Balsamico's expression darkened with obvious distaste. "Velveno was... acquainted with Aceto during their childhood. When his criminal tendencies became apparent, I naturally forbade any further contact. He apparently hasn't accepted that decision gracefully."
Formal Preparations
As the evening progressed toward the main event, the Fairy Tail team dispersed throughout the ballroom to maintain surveillance while blending in with the other guests. The formal attire that had seemed so uncomfortable during their arrival proved essential for their cover, allowing them to move among the aristocratic attendees without drawing unwanted attention.
Wendy's ballgown, provided by the Count's household staff, transformed her from the young Sky Dragon Slayer the team knew into an elegant young lady who fit perfectly among the other sophisticated attendees. Her nervousness about the formal setting was balanced by Cumber's quiet presence beside her, his own formal attire lending him an air of mysterious sophistication that drew approving looks from several other guests.
"You look..." Cumber began, then stopped, apparently struggling to find adequate words.
"Different?" Wendy suggested, smoothing down her dress with slightly trembling hands.
"Beautiful," he corrected simply, the single word carrying more weight than elaborate compliments might have.
Their conversation was interrupted by Wendy's sudden realization of a practical concern. "Oh! Natsu's going to need Troia cast on him if he's going to dance on these floating platforms. His motion sickness will be terrible otherwise."
She quickly performed the spell, her Sky Dragon Slayer magic providing the motion stabilization that would allow Natsu to function normally despite the constantly shifting dance floors.
Strategic Positioning
Warren had set up his telepathic communication network from a concealed position outside the main ballroom, with Happy and Carla providing aerial surveillance through communication lacrima that allowed the external team to monitor the internal situation.
"Everyone in position?" Warren's mental voice reached each team member clearly. "Remember, we're looking for someone using Transformation Magic, so watch for inconsistencies in behavior or magical signatures."
Inside the ballroom, the team had distributed themselves strategically throughout the crowd. Natsu and Gray positioned themselves near the main dance floor where they could respond quickly to any threats, while Erza maintained a central location that allowed her to observe the entire ballroom.
Lucy had stationed herself near the refreshment area, her keen observational skills making her ideal for spotting suspicious behavior among the guests. Elfman took a position near the main entrance, his imposing presence serving as both security and deterrent.
Wendy and Cumber found themselves naturally positioned among the younger attendees, their age-appropriate presence providing cover while allowing them to observe interactions that might seem suspicious to older guests.
The Dancing Begins
As midnight approached and the formal dancing commenced, each team member found themselves adapting to the social requirements of their cover while maintaining mission focus. The floating platforms added complexity to every movement, requiring the kind of balance and spatial awareness that their magical training had developed but never quite in this particular context.
A distinguished gentleman approached Erza with a formal bow, requesting the honor of a dance. Warren's voice immediately echoed through their telepathic network with concern about the potential threat, but Erza's response quickly demonstrated that she could handle any suspicious partners through her characteristic spinning technique.
"Shall we dance?" the gentleman asked with elegant courtesy.
"Certainly," Erza replied with a smile that carried subtle menace.
Moments later, the gentleman found himself experiencing the world from a rapidly rotating perspective as Erza demonstrated why she had earned the title of 'Dancing Demon.' The sight of her partner spinning like a top reassured the team that she remained fully capable of handling any potential threats without assistance.
Similarly, when another man approached Lucy with a dance request, Natsu and Gray immediately began moving to provide backup, only to find themselves intercepted by two women who had apparently decided the Fairy Tail mages looked like excellent dance partners.
"Oh no," Gray muttered as he found himself face-to-face with a woman whose enthusiasm for dancing exceeded her actual skill. "This is not going according to plan."
"At least your partner isn't trying to lead," Natsu replied through gritted teeth as he attempted to follow his partner's increasingly complex choreography without setting anything on fire through magical frustration.
Suspicious Activity
The team's attention was drawn to Elfman when a woman approached him with a dance request, an occurrence so unlikely that it immediately raised red flags throughout their communication network.
"Nobody in their right mind asks Elfman to dance," Warren observed through their telepathic link. "This has to be our target."
Natsu and Gray managed to extricate themselves from their unwilling dance partners and began moving toward Elfman, but their approach was hampered by the floating platforms and the need to maintain their cover among the other guests.
"Can you get Gray closer to the suspect?" Lucy asked through the communication network.
"Working on it," Natsu replied, though his efforts to navigate the social aspects of the ballroom while maintaining mission focus proved more challenging than most of their typical combat situations.
Through a combination of strategic maneuvering and carefully timed platform transitions, they managed to have Gray switch places with Elfman as his dance partner. The woman's reaction to this substitution immediately confirmed their suspicions when she began questioning Gray about his magical abilities.
"What kind of magic do you use?" she asked with obvious interest that went beyond casual conversation.
Gray's response was to demonstrate his Ice-Make Magic in a way that appeared to be simple party entertainment but actually served as a test of the woman's true intentions. When she responded by using her own ice magic in what quickly escalated into a formal magical duel, their suspicions were confirmed—this was definitely not a normal party guest.
The Midnight Revelation
As the confrontation between Gray and the suspicious woman continued, the ballroom's attention was drawn to the main platform where Count Balsamico prepared to present the family heirloom that represented the evening's central purpose.
Aceto descended to the main floor with obvious reluctance, her elegant dress and formal bearing unable to mask the resignation in her expression. The tradition that had brought the Fairy Tail team to provide security was clearly something she participated in out of duty rather than desire.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Count Balsamico announced with theatrical grandeur, "the moment has arrived. At midnight, the Balsamico ring will be presented, and whoever claims it will have earned the right to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage."
The revelation of the ring's true significance sent murmurs through the assembled guests, though it was clear that most of the attendees had been aware of the evening's matrimonial purpose from the beginning.
However, the team's attention was suddenly diverted when a young boy approached Wendy with a polite request for a dance. Under normal circumstances, this would have seemed like exactly the kind of age-appropriate social interaction that would perfect their cover, but Happy's voice immediately crackled through the communication network with urgent warning.
"Wendy! The real boy has been tied up outside! That's not who you think it is!"
Velveno Revealed
Wendy's reaction to Happy's warning was immediate and decisive. She stepped back from the boy who had approached her, her Sky Dragon Slayer senses now detecting the magical inconsistencies that she had initially missed due to the formal setting's distractions.
"You're not who you pretend to be," she said clearly, her voice carrying across the immediate area and alerting nearby guests to potential trouble.
Cumber moved closer to her side, his Saiyan instincts and inherited crash magic beginning to manifest as he prepared for potential combat. His quiet presence provided both protection and support as the situation escalated.
The boy's appearance began to shimmer and fade, revealing a man with distinctive features and an afro hairstyle. Velveno dropped his Transformation Magic completely, no longer bothering to maintain his disguise now that his cover had been blown.
"Clever girl," Velveno said with grudging respect. "Most people don't detect transformation magic that quickly."
"Most people aren't Dragon Slayers," Wendy replied, her healing magic already beginning to manifest defensively around both herself and Cumber.
Without warning, Velveno inhaled deeply and unleashed a Sky Dragon's Roar directly toward the main platform where the Balsamico ring was being displayed. The attack served dual purposes—it demonstrated that he had already copied Wendy's magic, and it created enough chaos to allow him to reach his target.
"He's already analyzed my abilities," Wendy realized with alarm. "Cumber, be careful—he can copy magical techniques just by observing them."
The Battle Begins
Natsu immediately launched himself toward Velveno, his Fire Dragon Slayer magic blazing as he attempted to intercept the criminal before he could reach the ring. However, his attack proved ineffective as Velveno countered with identical Fire Dragon techniques, having copied Natsu's abilities during their earlier observations.
"Fire Dragon's Roar!" both mages shouted simultaneously, their attacks canceling each other out in a spectacular display of magical force that sent shockwaves through the ballroom.
"This isn't working," Gray observed as he moved to support Natsu. "He's copying our techniques as fast as we use them."
Erza attempted to join the battle, requipping into her Purgatory Armor and launching a devastating attack, but Velveno proved capable of replicating even her complex magical equipment and combat techniques.
"He's too adaptable," Erza called out as her attack was neutralized by an identical counter. "Every technique we use becomes available to him immediately."
Cumber's Strategic Advantage
As the established team members found their techniques copied and countered, Cumber stepped forward with the quiet confidence that characterized his approach to combat situations. His inherited crash magic from Gildarts combined with his natural Saiyan abilities created a unique magical signature that proved more difficult for Velveno to analyze and duplicate.
"Stay behind me," he told Wendy, his voice carrying the protective authority that came naturally to Saiyan warriors when defending those they cared about.
Velveno attempted to copy Cumber's crash magic, but the technique's fundamental nature—the ability to break down and destroy magical and physical structures at their core—proved resistant to magical drain abilities. The chaotic, destructive essence of crash magic didn't translate well to simple copying.
"Interesting," Velveno observed as his attempt to replicate Cumber's abilities resulted in incomplete and unstable magical manifestations. "Your magic doesn't copy cleanly. How irritating."
Cumber's response was to demonstrate why crash magic was so difficult to replicate—he directed a controlled burst of destructive energy that shattered the floating platform Velveno was standing on, forcing the criminal to focus on maintaining his balance rather than analyzing magical techniques.
Velveno's True Purpose
Rather than continuing the fight, Velveno suddenly disengaged from combat and moved directly toward the main platform where Aceto stood beside her father and the displayed ring. His expression shifted from combative determination to something approaching desperate hope.
"I'm not here to fight you," he announced loudly enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "I'm here for what's rightfully mine."
He held up the Balsamico ring, which he had somehow managed to acquire during the chaos of the magical battle, and turned to face Aceto directly.
"Aceto," he called out, his voice carrying years of suppressed emotion, "will you marry me?"
The declaration sent shocked murmurs through the assembled guests, but Aceto's reaction was more complex than simple surprise. Her expression shifted through recognition, pain, longing, and finally a kind of resigned sadness.
"Velveno," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crowd's reactions. "What are you doing here?"
The Truth Revealed
Velveno's explanation unfolded like a tragic love story that transformed the entire context of the evening's events. His voice carried the weight of years of separation and misunderstanding as he addressed both Aceto and the assembled crowd.
"We grew up together," he said, his eyes never leaving Aceto's face. "Best friends, then something more. But when your father discovered our relationship, he forbade me from seeing you. Called me unsuitable, unworthy of his daughter."
Count Balsamico's face flushed with anger and embarrassment at having his family's private business aired in front of his guests, but Velveno continued without regard for the Count's discomfort.
"I became a criminal because I had nothing left to lose. Every day in prison, I thought about you. I planned to come back, to prove I could be worthy of you. Seven years ago, I broke out and came here, only to have your father tell me you didn't want to see me anymore."
Aceto's expression crumbled as the truth became clear. "He told you I didn't want to see you? But... but I waited. I waited for you to come back, to contact me, to show me that what we had meant something to you."
The revelation hit both of them simultaneously—Count Balsamico had lied to both of them, telling Velveno that Aceto didn't want to see him while telling Aceto that Velveno had abandoned her for a criminal life without a second thought.
Love's Triumph
Despite the complex circumstances and the years of separation caused by her father's deception, Aceto's response to Velveno's proposal carried the weight of genuine emotion that had survived despite everything.
"Yes," she said quietly, then louder as her confidence grew. "Yes, I'll marry you."
The acceptance sent shockwaves through the assembled guests, many of whom had come expecting to witness a traditional arranged marriage rather than a romantic reunion. Count Balsamico's expression shifted through outrage, disbelief, and finally a kind of defeated resignation as he realized his daughter had made her choice.
However, Aceto's acceptance came with conditions that demonstrated her maturity and understanding of the situation's complexity.
"But you have to pay for your crimes first," she continued, her voice carrying both love and practical wisdom. "I can't marry someone who's running from the law. We have to do this properly, legally, with a clear conscience."
Justice and Romance
Velveno's acceptance of these terms proved that his criminal activities had been driven by desperation rather than fundamental dishonesty. He nodded agreement without hesitation, understanding that their relationship needed a foundation of legitimate honor to survive.
"I'll serve my time," he promised. "However long it takes. And when I'm free, if you still want to marry me..."
"I'll be waiting," Aceto assured him. "This time, I'll be waiting because I choose to, not because I'm forbidden from doing anything else."
As the guards arrived to take Velveno back into custody, the couple shared a moment of connection that had been seven years in the making. Their separation would continue, but now it had purpose and hope rather than despair and misunderstanding.
Lucy's Romantic Reflection
The evening's dramatic romantic conclusion left Lucy with complicated feelings about her own love life, particularly in comparison to the passionate declarations and dramatic gestures she had witnessed.
"I wish someone would propose to me like that," she murmured wistfully, watching as Velveno was led away but not before sharing one final moment of connection with Aceto.
Her melancholy reflection was interrupted when Natsu approached, though his attention seemed focused on more practical concerns than romantic ones.
"Lucy," he began, but his next words proved to be about food rather than feelings. "I ate too much at the buffet. I think I need to go home and sleep it off."
Lucy's disappointment was evident as she realized that Natsu's approach hadn't been motivated by the romantic atmosphere of the evening, but rather by digestive discomfort from overindulging in the Count's elaborate refreshments.
"Can you stay with me for just a little while longer?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of longing that suggested she wanted to extend the magical atmosphere of the evening, even if it couldn't include the kind of dramatic romance she had just witnessed.
A Dance Between Friends
Natsu's response surprised her by demonstrating a level of sensitivity that he didn't always display. Rather than insisting on leaving immediately, he offered his hand with uncharacteristic gentleness.
"One more dance?" he suggested, apparently understanding that Lucy needed something more from the evening than just mission completion.
They moved onto one of the floating platforms together, their movements more natural than the awkward practice sessions outside the guild hall had suggested they would be. The formal setting and the romantic atmosphere created by Velveno and Aceto's reunion seemed to inspire better coordination between them.
For several minutes, they danced with a grace that surprised both of them, Lucy finally experiencing the kind of magical ballroom moment she had always dreamed about, even if it wasn't accompanied by romantic declarations or dramatic proposals.
Wendy and Cumber's Moment
Nearby, Wendy and Cumber found themselves sharing their own dance in the aftermath of the mission's successful conclusion. The formal setting and elegant attire had created an atmosphere that allowed them to interact in ways that their typical guild environment didn't encourage.
"Thank you for protecting me during the fight," Wendy said softly as they moved together with the natural coordination that had developed during their training sessions.
"Always," Cumber replied simply, the single word carrying more weight than elaborate promises might have.
Their dance represented more than just mission completion—it was a quiet acknowledgment of the growing connection between them, conducted with the understated emotion that characterized both their personalities.
The Evening's End
The magical atmosphere of the evening was eventually broken by practical realities. Natsu's overindulgence at the buffet caught up with him just as Wendy's Troia spell began to wear off, creating a situation where his motion sickness returned with a vengeance while they were still on the floating platforms.
"Let me down!" Lucy screamed as she realized their romantic dance was about to become a disaster involving Natsu's digestive distress and unstable magical platforms.
The undignified end to their dance provided a reminder that even the most magical evenings eventually had to conclude with practical realities, though it didn't diminish the significance of the connections that had been strengthened during their time at the Magic Dance Ball.
As the team prepared to return to Magnolia, they carried with them the satisfaction of a successful mission, the memory of an evening that had allowed them to experience different sides of themselves, and the knowledge that their bonds as guild family had been tested and strengthened through both combat and social challenges.
The Magic Dance Ball had proven that Fairy Tail could adapt to any situation while maintaining the essential bonds that made them family—whether facing criminal threats or navigating the complex requirements of formal social events.
To be continued in Chapter 34: Ancient Mysteries [Key of the Starry Heavens Arc]