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Three days later, in front of the Fairy Tail guild hall—
George, accompanied by Gildarts, Jellal, Laxus, Erza, Minerva, all S-Class mages, as well as Mavis and Anna, bid farewell to Makarov and set off.
"Master, are we heading to the port to take a ship to the Western Continent, and then sneak into the royal palace?"
Natsu hurriedly asked about the battle plan right after departure.
George reached into his re-equip space and pulled out a palm-sized airship, then casually tossed it into the air.
To everyone's shock, the tiny vessel rapidly expanded in midair, transforming into a massive golden dragon-shaped airship.
"Sneak in? No way. We're the strongest guild in the Eastern Continent. Of course, we're going to make a grand and open entrance—diplomacy first, force if needed!"
This golden dragon-shaped airship was a transport vessel George had created in his spare time while researching the Fairy Sphere. It combined alchemy and forging techniques from various worlds.
He named it the Golden Dragon.
It possessed autonomous intelligence, invisibility, an ultra-powerful defensive barrier, vast internal space, and the ability to freely change size—just to name a few of its magical features.
After all, they were the strongest guild. Even Blue Pegasus had a magic airship; it would be shameful for Fairy Tail to rely on trains or carriages for large-scale missions.
That would be totally lacking in style.
"What a huge, dazzling magic airship!"
As the Golden Dragon appeared in the air and slowly descended, everyone in the guild couldn't help but gasp in awe.
They had seen magic airships before, but none this big or brilliant. It was a first.
"Golden Dragon greets its master!"
The golden dragon embossed on the airship's surface slithered gracefully, bowing respectfully in George's direction.
"The airship... talked?!"
Everyone's eyes widened again upon discovering the Golden Dragon had a consciousness—it was alive!
Even though, over the past few days, they'd witnessed George create all sorts of magical tools for guild members—including spatial movement tools like gate keys—they were still stunned by the Golden Dragon's self-aware, ultra-powerful design.
In just a single year of being sealed away, the guild had changed tremendously.
All they could say was—President Kitty is incredible!
"He's called Golden Dragon. You don't have to treat him like a ship. Consider him a part of the guild—a companion. That way, you won't get motion sick."
George lowered the airship's boarding ladder and specifically addressed Natsu and the other Dragon Slayers.
"If it still doesn't work, the airship has specially designed floating rooms. As long as you stay inside, you won't get motion sickness."
While designing the Golden Dragon, George had considered the Dragon Slayers' motion sickness problem—people like Natsu, Laxus, and Gajeel.
Each floating room was enhanced with Levitation Charms and Undetectable Extension Charms. Inside, it felt like drifting in space—making motion sickness a non-issue.
"Golden Dragon, set sail! Let's pay a visit to the Albas Empire—and Zeref!"
Standing at the bow, George gave a dramatic cat-like wave. The magical runes across the Golden Dragon's hull activated, raising its wind-resistant shield, and the airship soared westward in a beam of golden light.
Thanks to its immense speed, the airship crossed the vast ocean in just one day and arrived at the Western Continent's shoreline.
However, they had barely reached the coast when several massive Albas Empire magic airships blocked their path.
"This is the territory of the Albas Empire. Who are you people?"
The imperial airships surrounded the Golden Dragon, extending long, cannon-like magic launchers. If the Golden Dragon showed even the slightest sign of aggression, they were ready to obliterate it.
On the lead airship, a mage clad in imperial armor pointed at them and shouted.
George cast a massively amplified voice spell on himself and shouted in the direction of the Western Continent:
"George, Guild Master of the Fairy Tail Guild from the Eastern Continent, requests an audience with His Majesty Spriggan of the Albas Empire. It concerns the Black Dragon Acnologia. We humbly ask for an audience!"
Zeref called himself Spriggan in the Albas Empire, and the people of the Western Continent referred to him as Emperor Spriggan.
To avoid wasting time with unnecessary conflict, George used a high-powered sound spell that could reach the empire's capital to declare his intentions clearly.
He believed the names "Fairy Tail" and "Acnologia" would be enough to warrant a meeting with Zeref.
"A guild from the Eastern Continent dares act so arrogantly on the Western side? Are you looking to die?!"
The imperial commander's face twisted with rage upon hearing George's booming voice.
Four years ago, the empire had already prepared for an eastern conquest. If not for His Majesty's sudden return to halt the plan, they would have already destroyed the Eastern Continent and unified the land.
Even now, everyone in the West knew it was only a matter of time before that invasion happened.
Thus, the mages of the East were destined to become their future enemies.
"Seize them! Then we'll deliver them to Minister Yakir in Vistalion for judgment!"
At the commander's order, several imperial airships launched a full assault on the Golden Dragon.
"Leave it to us!"
Seeing the Golden Dragon under attack, Natsu and the others grew restless.
But George simply waved his paw dismissively.
"No need to bother. They're small fry. They can't breach the Golden Dragon's defenses. We'll wait until someone of importance shows up."
As his voice faded, a massive magic circle lit up beneath the Golden Dragon, activating the Five-Element Kabbalah Defensive Barrier.
The empire's magic cannon blasts vanished the moment they hit the barrier—not even causing a ripple.
"Eat something. No rush."
With another wave, a large banquet table appeared on the deck, filled with delicious food and wine conjured by George's transfiguration magic.
Seeing that the Golden Dragon's defenses were unbreakable, everyone sat down happily to eat, drink, and wait with George.
Meanwhile, outside, the commander realized that no matter how many cannon shots were fired, they couldn't even scratch the Golden Dragon.
He finally understood that this guild from the East was not to be underestimated and ordered a temporary ceasefire.
Especially since the Golden Dragon had neither advanced nor retaliated. On top of that, a message had just arrived from the capital via magic crystal.
About an hour later, a massive magic airship—almost as large as the Golden Dragon—approached from the distance and stopped right in front of them.
"Looks like someone important is here."
Sensing the powerful magical presence aboard the new vessel, George rose from the table.
Honestly, aside from the few dragons he'd met in the Northern Continent, this was the first time he had felt such overwhelming magical power from a human.
It far exceeded even Gildarts and Jellal, who were on the level of the Ten Wizard Saints.
He almost thought it was Zeref himself.
But upon seeing the person arrive, he realized it wasn't Zeref. It was an old mage who looked to be around a hundred years old.
(End of Chapter)