Feeling Makarov's seemingly casual gaze, Jellal Fernandes's heart sank. He knew his Thought Projection had been seen through.
As expected of a veteran Ten Wizard Saint.
He had personally escorted Crawford and convened a high-level meeting to keep Jellal Fernandes occupied, giving his guild members time to reach the Tower of Heaven and find evidence that Jellal Fernandes and Jellal were the same person.
After all, with a councilor's status, the higher-ups wouldn't believe Makarov's word alone unless he had irrefutable evidence.
Most councilors were used to looking down on everyone else. They might allow someone to stand as their equal, but they would never tolerate anyone infringing on a councilor's authority.
Jellal Fernandes smiled faintly. It seemed he had to thank these old fools for giving him time to make his move.
"Everyone, Jellal, the man Makarov referred to as the master of the Tower of Heaven, is my long-lost twin brother."
"I'm not saying this to plead for him. But the most important question now is how we should deal with a completed R-System."
Jellal Fernandes knew better than anyone that the Tower of Heaven was nowhere near finished. He emphasized that it was "completed" to muddy the waters and make the councilors nervous.
As expected, his words immediately unsettled them. This was the Black Wizard's "masterpiece"—a dark magic that was said to be able to resurrect the dead.
Seeing their reaction, Jellal Fernandes pressed his advantage and dropped a bombshell. "I've learned from Jellal that the person he intends to resurrect with the R-System is none other than the creator of this magic!"
"The Black Wizard—Zeref!"
His words shocked not only the councilors, but even Makarov.
Makarov couldn't tell whether this was a smokescreen Jellal Fernandes had thrown up or Jellal's true intention.
The news left Council