Night slowly descended like water, and lights of every color shone from house to house, illuminating the Royal Capital of the Kingdom of Edolas. On a secluded street stood an unremarkable tavern.
"How much longer until that informant of yours gets here, Gajeel?" In a dark, secluded corner of the tavern, a disguised Mystogan frowned at Gajeel, who sat across from him, wolfing down meat and gulping down drinks. "Are you sure there won't be any problems?"
"Heh! Relax! Who do you think I am? Anyone I find is someone we can trust completely!" Gajeel finished the chicken leg in his hand in one bite and laughed loudly, brimming with confidence. "And he's someone you'd never expect! I guarantee it! You're going to be shocked, Mystogan!"
"But we've been in this world for over a day now. I wonder if Achill has run into any trouble," Wendy said worriedly beside them. Sitting next to her was Carla, bundled up like a rice dumpling. Since her identity as an Exceed was far too conspicuous, they had draped an oversized cloak over her and disguised her as a mummy, though she looked more like a rice dumpling...
"Pfft—what did you say? That guy, in trouble?!" Gajeel sprayed out all the alcohol in his mouth. If Mystogan hadn't reacted quickly and dodged, it would have splashed all over his face. Wearing a strange, bemused grin, Gajeel reached over and patted Wendy's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Hey, hey, did I hear that right? You think that guy could get into trouble?! Give me a break, Wendy! Do you have any idea who he is? He's the famous True God of Death! A genuine, bona fide demon! If you said someone else might be in trouble, I could believe it. But