ebookland Chapter 517: FTRJ - 517
Chapter 517: FTRJ - 517
However, after Makarov came, he discovered that Emperor Spriggan was not in the empire.
According to Yajima, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be still touring the world.
However, perhaps because Yajima was also a person who did not like war.
Therefore, he took the liberty of taking in Makarov.
And let him live in his home, waiting for the emperor’s return.
And now, hard work pays off, Makarov finally waited.
"Don’t worry, this matter should have been conveyed to His Majesty the Emperor, and with His Majesty’s character of cherishing life, he should agree with your idea."
Noticing the trace of uneasiness in Makarov’s words, Yajima spoke to comfort him.
"As long as His Majesty nods, then the pro-war [Shields] will also obey."
"After everything is over, you can go back to the guild."
Listening to Yajima’s words, Makarov’s uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
"Yes... the family is still waiting..." Suddenly, Makarov saw the figure clearly, and his eyes widened in an instant.
Even his pupils were trembling slightly.
Cold sweat oozed out from his forehead unconsciously.
"That person..." He murmured in disbelief.
His eyes were fixed on the person who was coming.
In the vast cheers, the black-robed youth who seemed to be isolated from the world was walking forward with powerful steps.
There was no laughter, no excitement on his face, only calmness.
The black-robed youth turned a deaf ear to the cheers on both sides of the street.
"He is still so young, it’s really enviable!" Yajima looked at Emperor Spriggan on the street and sighed.
However, Makarov did not have any intention to respond to Yajima’s words.
He was just staring at that figure, the figure that was called the originator of black mages on the Ishgar continent.
And he said in a trembling voice: "Zeref..."
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Emperor Spriggan’s return caused an unprecedented grand occasion in the entire royal city.
Although Spriggan’s figure had stepped into the castle, the residents’ passion had not subsided.
"Welcome back, Your Majesty!"
Winter General Invel, one of the Spriggan 12 who had been guarding the castle, came out to greet His Majesty the Emperor, who had not returned for a long time, at the first time.
"I’m back, Invel." Zeref responded.
While walking, Zeref continued to speak: "I have an urgent matter for you to handle. Can you immediately summon all the Spriggan 12?"
For this question, Invel shook his head helplessly: "I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I’m afraid this matter cannot be done."
"If I can predict the early spring wind that blows at an unknown time, then I can summon them in advance."
Although the Spriggan 12 were the shields guarding Emperor Spriggan, they each had their own responsibilities, so it was still difficult to summon them in a short time.
Zeref came to Invel and stopped, and shrugged his shoulders: "It’s a pity, this is just a whim of mine."
As soon as Zeref’s voice fell, a burst of overlapping footsteps came from the depths of the castle.
Then two figures came to the hall of the castle.
"Wind... black wind."
"No, that is the dark storm that brings death, the metaphor of the spring wind is not suitable for His Majesty the Emperor at all!"
The female figure among the two smiled slightly and said.
Spriggan 12・War Princess・Dimaria Yesta!
However, the other person was a little dissatisfied with Dimaria’s metaphor.
He opened his arms, and his dark skin plus his afro-like hair.
And he had a excited smile on his arrogant face: "It should be the desert, yes, the sand and dust flying in the land of death is more appropriate."
Spriggan 12・Desert King・Ajeel Raml!
"Dimaria, Ajeel, you all seem to be doing well." Zeref said with a smile.
As the consul of the emperor, Invel had always been an extremely serious person.
Listening to the words of the two, his brows furrowed slightly: "The tone of your two towards His Majesty should be more respectful..."
His words were interrupted by Zeref before he could finish speaking.
"It’s okay, Invel." Obviously Zeref did not care about the attitude of the two.
"Your Majesty, you are the one who is radiant, and you are much more cheerful than before."
An old and powerful voice echoed in the empty hall.
Everyone turned their heads.
And the eyes reflected the old man who was holding a crutch and walking with a straight posture.
Wearing a gray and simple magic robe, and behind him was a decoration that was like a sharp sword extending out.
His old face was full of kindness.
But the other twelve Shields except Zeref did not dare to underestimate this old man because of this.
Spriggan 12・Wizzard King・August!
August came to Zeref and stood still, and then opened his mouth and said: "It seems that His Majesty has come to an answer, right, about Ragnarok..."
"It is called the Dragon King Festival in Ishgar!" Zeref said.
"This is a feast of people and people, people and demons, and people and dragons!"
Looking at everyone, "That is war!"
In the war called the Dragon King Festival four hundred years ago, the Dragon King was born.
The desperate black wings.
And now, Zeref wanted to start a new Dragon King Festival.
The purpose... was to destroy humans and the black dragon!
The final battle between dragons, the undead, and humans... was about to begin!
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Tap... tap... tap...
This was the crisp sound of the crutch hitting the ground.
"His Majesty has returned after a long journey, which is really makes people sincerely happy."
The old voice was completely different from August’s.
This voice sounded so laborious, like a dying old man.
....
As the voice rang, two figures slowly entered the hall.
He seemed to want to salute, but his already hunched body no longer allowed him to do so.
He could only respectfully bow his head slightly to show his respect.
"Long time no see, Yajima." The smile on Zeref’s face remained.
Yajima came to Zeref’s side.
But suddenly seemed to think of something, and immediately retreated behind him.
"Don’t worry, the Ankhseram curse seems to be in a good mood these few years." Zeref explained with a smile.
Seeing this, Yajima breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s good, otherwise people like me would be likely to have their souls taken away just by getting close."
"During Your Majesty’s parade, there was an envoy who came here from Ishgar, I believe you already know about it."
Yajima asked softly.
Zeref nodded, and his eyes shifted to the short old man next to Yajima.
Yajima turned around and introduced: "Because this person wanted to meet His Majesty immediately no matter what, so I wanted to bring him to meet you first."
Invel frowned slightly.
According to the rules, inviting people from other countries into the palace should have submitted an application report first.
Yajima’s behavior was indeed overstepping the bounds.
But Zeref did not blame him, so Invel did not say anything more.
"Guild Master Makarov..." Zeref squinted his eyes slightly.
Makarov, who was standing next to Yajima, walked forward.
And he nodded and saluted: "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty." He said in a low voice.
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