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---September 26th, X770, Era , 1PM…
Walking behind Master Makarov, who was now wearing his white and gold, fur-lined, Wizard Saint robe with the Magic Council symbol on the back, Laxus carefully ascended the stairs to the third floor of this restaurant.
Before long they reach the top floor and Makarov knocks before opening a door and stepping into a private dining area.
To the far end of the room were two men, who appeared to be similar age to Makarov, and wearing Wizard Saint robes that perfectly fit them.
Between them is a large table, stacked with untouched food, and behind them is a glass wall with a perfect view of the Magic Council Headquarters plateau in the middle of the city.
"You kept us waiting Maki', we almost started eating without you," one of the men says.
Laxus's eyes widen at the sight of these men, he'd be a fool not to recognize two of the Wizard Saints.
The one who first spoke was a tall and slender caucasian man, with a head of long white hair reaching past his shoulders. Beneath his Wizard Saint robes was a fine black suit with a white flame design at the front.
This man was Osian Moyer, the Fire Master of Ishgar, keeper of the White Flame Magic.
He is regarded as the most powerful Fire Magic user in the world, the power and control of his flames, along with the variety of his Fire Magics, surpasses even God Serena's Dragonfire.
Across from him was an equally tall, but more physically muscular man with tan skin and short black hair.
He had a clean face and smiled gently at Laxus, which certainly made him appear friendly, especially when considering his grey and white monk robes and the prayer beads around his neck.
He is Aven Etis, The Spellbook Wizard.
He is amongst the two Wizard Saints that use Holder Type Magic, thus requiring a Magic Item to perform their Magic.
He is the head of The Order of Story Keepers, a monastic order which records stories of cultures and people throughout history, to prevent history from being forgotten, and repeated.
And befitting his role, his Arcane Spellbook, allows him to store Magics as pages within the book, and use them once certain, extremely difficult, conditions are met.
He joined the Wizard Saints soon after Makarov Dreyar, after establishing his monastic order, and uses the Wizard Saint status to learn more about the world and gather knowledge of the past.
"This is my grandson Laxus," Makarov says as he moves to take a seat, gesturing for Laxus to sit beside him.
"Are you sure this is the kind of conversation he should be hearing?" Aven asks. "This news could be…disconcerting."
"The boy wishes to be Guildmaster one day, so he should understand these things as soon as possible, besides, I trust him," Makarov says as he immediately begins eating, and both men do the same.
"Help yourself to anything you want," Osian says, giving Laxus a gentle smile, seeing the boy almost shaking from sheer nervousness.
Laxus stiffly nods and slowly, awkwardly, silently eats.
"We've got two hours to figure out our stance," Aven says. "When the meeting starts, Jose will be against the idea of changing the law and try to weaken the changes to benefit his bottom line, best we present a unified front."
"Will any other WIzard Saints be there, aside from the four of us?"
"Ines may make an appearance," Osian says. "But I heard he was somewhere at the southern edge of the continent tracking a new beast for his Summoning Magic, so who knows where he is right now."
"Well, the Chairman will only be as hard as the assurances we can give him are strong," Makarov says. "Aven has monks who rarely ever leave their mountain, and you're more of a noble than a Guild Wizard."
"True," Osian says. "Of all the Wizard Saints, only you and Jose are Guild Wizards, and you're also the only two in Ishgar, which means if the council needs anything it'll be Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord they call upon."
"What of Lamia Scale, and Blue Pegasus?" Aven asks. "I was led to believe these Guilds were also formidable."
"Well, since your boy Jura joined Lamia Scale, Ooba has been bragging about how talented he is, and Blue Pegasus is the best at coordinating Dark Guild suppression operations, but Phantom Lord alone has over five hundred members."
"How did that come about anyway?" Osian asks Aven. "Jura was raised in your monastery, yet, he leaves to become a Guild Wizard, that's strange."
Aven shrugs, "He wished to experience the world he read about in the stories I tasked him with protecting. To be adventurous is expected of a young Wizard, which is why I recommended he go to Lamia Scale."
"Tch, should have sent him to Fairy Tail," Makarov says.
"He didn't want to feel like I was still looking over his shoulder," Aven says. "And since we're old friends, Fairy Tail would have felt like I was doing exactly that."
"Well I suppose that makes sense," Makarov says as he raises a hand and Requips a few documents from his private pocket dimension, then floats them over to his friends. "We should be careful not to push for any changes in the laws that the Magic Council and Wizard Guilds can't enforce."
"I'm most surprised that some nations weren't immediately on board with the changes," Osian says.
"We're threatening many noble's cash flow with these changes," Aven says. "But I'm sure when they realized that all the soon-to-be Dark Wizards would flood their nation if they were the only ones with Assassination Jobs still available, they changed their minds.
After nearly an hour of discussion, and many plates of food, the three men take a moment to relax before getting back to the discussion, and Marakov leaves to use the bathroom.
Osian sighed as he re-read the documents, already picturing the waves this news would send through the continent.
'I hope the prisons are big enough,' he thinks, before glancing over at Laxus who was just staring at him.
"Future Guildmaster of Fairy Tail," he says, snapping Laxus back to reality. "Tell me, what do you think about what we've discussed here?"
"Well, I think Assassination Jobs and Charm Magic are bad, so Guilds shouldn't do them, Guilds exist to help people feel safe, not to hurt or scare them."
"Well said," Aven nods.
"It seems Makarov may be able to retire early with this one already benign so wise," Osian chuckles. "Your Magic, Lightning Magic, yes?"
"Yeah," Laxus smiles brightly as a small spark dances across his hair for a moment. "I've heard about your Magics, I've read about them a lot, they're awesome."
"Thank you," Osian says.
Laxus turns to Aven, "And your book, I've never heard of anything else like it, and the amount of work and focus it takes to use it, you're awesome too."
"Thank you very much, and I'm sure you shall become a great Wizard as well, perhaps when your grandfather steps down you can take his place as Wizard Saint," Aven says.
"That's not a bad idea," Osian says.
"I have a question," Laxus raises his hand, politely.
"Oh, and what may that be?" Osian asks.
"I've read some stories about you, about when people went to your country in the east and you defended the king," Laxus says. "But, you used a bunch of different Fire Magics, but never the Sacred White Flame, why?"
Aven chuckles softly and then continues reading, having asked the same thing when they met all those decades ago.
"Well, I can tell you, if you promise to keep this between us," Osian says.
Laxus nods enthusiastically.
"Well, try to feel it for yourself," Osian reaches across toward Laxus and holds a small white fireball in his hand.
Laxus looks at it nervously, then remembers how Macao's flames sometimes didn't burn at all, and pokes it with one finger.
"Huh, is it an illusion?" He asks, not feeling anything at all, not even the warmth.
"Honestly, no idea," Osian shrugs. "When my ancestors moved to the Fex Kingdom they valued this Magic above all else, but it doesn't have any Magical effects, it doesn't even make heat."
"Is it fire?" Laxus asks.
"Not that I'm aware of. It appears to be some kind of Magic Energy, but it looks like fire, so we became keepers of the Sacred Flame," Osian says.
"That's…"
"Incredibly disappointing," Aven says, finishing what Laxus was thinking.
"What are you all talking about?" Makarov asks as he walks back to his seat.
"Osian's white fire," Aven says.
"Oh, that little party trick?" Makarov laughs before taking a sip of his drink. "Why they made that Magic into your family treasure we'll never understand. But more importantly, I had an idea about how to ratify the Magic Council laws with local laws across the continent…"
"Oh, if you've figured it out, that will save us weeks of meetings," Aven says. "Please, continue…"
While Laxus and his grandfather were having their meeting with two Wizard Saints, almost three hours passed before their meeting ended.
Eventually, Laxus walks around the city, checking out the Magic Shop and some other places while the Wizard Saints go to the plateau for the meeting.
However, while Laxus was having one of the best days of his life, he even met two of the people he'd always dreamed of speaking to.
Oberon was fighting for his life…
---Meanwhile, In Magnolia…
Laying in an Oberon-shaped crater, Oberon is covered in sweat and dirt, completely exhausted with bruises across his body.
"Why are you such a freak," he says before groaning, feeling all his bones begging him to not so much as breathe.
"Kid, shut up," Gildarts says as he leans over Oberon, looking down at him with a small bruise on his lip. "Not my fault you're such a freak."
"Did you have to hit me that hard?"
"Yeah that part was a reflex, I wasn't mentally ready for you to actually hurt me," Gildarts shrugs. "I pulled back at the end there so you should be fine in a few da—" he suddenly stops as he remembers who he's talking to. "Few minutes."
Oberon smiles as he sits up, already having healed some of his injuries, "So, how does it feel to know your time as our Ace is limited?"
Gildarts chuckles and helps Oberon stand up, "Feels like I'll have a lot more freedom to do whatever I want. But obviously, if I take you more seriously that would never happen, I just didn't expect you to have gotten that much stronger these past few weeks."
"I'm always on Jobs or training, of course I'd get stronger," Oberon says, then takes a pained breath as he takes a few steps forward... "But yeah, if you focused more of your Magic Energy on defending yourself I definitely wouldn't have been able to bruise you, but now I know it's possible."
Gildarts sees the smile on Oberon's face and quirks a brow at him, "Kid, you're kind of creepy sometimes," he says as they begin walking to the Guildhall to get some food.
"What do you mean?"
"Just, don't look at people the way you look at your new books, especially the girls, you'll get yourself arrested."
"The only girl I'd look at like that is Alivia…she's awesome."
"Yeah I should have expected that," Gildarts mutters. "Only woman on your mind is a Wizard Saint, because of her Magic or her…uh."
"Her Staff Magic is just so cool, she can do so much with it, it's awesome."
"You know, maybe just thinking about Magic is a good thing, keeps a lot of hearts from getting broken," Gildarts mutters to himself as Oberon keeps rambling about Staff Magic.
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