Fiore Kingdom, the New Magic Council.
"This is outrageous!! All these written apologies came from a single guild?!" Councilor A pointed at the large crate in front of him, his face dark with exasperation. It was packed with countless written apologies. Never mind writing that many—just looking at this one crate was enough to make anyone's scalp crawl! And these were only a fraction of the total.
"Now, now, calm down, Councilor A." Stroking his long white beard, Org affected a calm, solemn tone, though he looked rather pleased by their misery. "These are merely the appetizers. Is there really any need to make such a fuss...?" You bastards finally understand what those of us on the previous council went through.
"How the hell am I supposed to stay calm?!" Councilor A immediately roared. "What the hell is wrong with this damned guild?! What is wrong with its members?! Do they all write apologies as a second job?! This is a goddamn nightmare! You're killing us here! Just what kind of mess did your previous council dump on us?! You did this to screw us over—"
"Councilor A is right, but frankly, I don't think this is even the worst of it." Councilor B took over. "Compared to Fairy Tail, which never gives us a moment's peace, I think a certain someone's Macho's Kasaya is the biggest nightmare of all! I'm not trying to criticize you, Org. You're a veteran councilor, after all, and strictly speaking, many of us here should address you as our senior. But what I want to know is this! Why did you ever think of making that True God of Death, Achill, one of the Ten Wizard Saints?! Weren't you deliberately setting us up for disaster?! Compared to someone who destroys heaven and earth at