"Waiting around like this is driving me crazy. Why don't we just go to Phantom Lord's guild and find that Jose guy?"
Makarov had already headed to the Magic Council, but Natsu and the others, left waiting at the guild, were clearly growing extremely impatient.
The moment Natsu voiced his suggestion, everyone turned to look at Seiya.
After all, before leaving, Makarov had said that while he was away from the guild, Seiya would be responsible for keeping everyone in line and directing them.
"If we go to them now, we'll be the ones provoking them.
There are already quite a few council members in the Magic Council who are dissatisfied with our guild. Wouldn't that just give them an excuse to disband us?
Besides, Phantom Lord's master, Jose, is also one of the Ten Wizard Saints, just like our master. With the master absent, are you planning to go get yourselves killed?
Stay put. The people from Phantom Lord should be more anxious than we are right now."
"But this is way too frustra—"
Before Natsu could finish, Erza had already pressed his head into the wall beside him.
Gray, who had also wanted to say something, immediately swallowed and straightened his posture like an elementary school student.
Just as Seiya and the others were waiting for news from Makarov, Mira suddenly came rushing back from outside with an anxious expression, saying that the master had encountered an unknown attack on his way to the council.
Upon hearing this, Seiya and the others rushed to the scene at once. In the outskirts, they found Makarov wearing a pained expression and completely drained of magic power.
But just as Seiya and the others were checking Makarov's condition, four figures in black robes suddenly appeared before them.
It was obvious that