Off the coast of Calrum, two ships sailed one after the other, gradually moving away from that small island that had already turned into a gravel beach.
Everyone on deck had been panicked at first, constantly on guard against the Etherion that might drop from the sky at any moment, but by the time the ships were almost back to land, still nothing had happened.
Phew, it seemed the Magic Council was safe and sound; as expected, the Magic Council was reliable after all, Lucy patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
Guild Master Makarov's tense expression finally relaxed as well.
Those stubborn old fogies in the Magic Council, although they were always nagging him endlessly and forcing him to write a mountain of reflection reports at the drop of a hat, when all was said and done, they were people who had spent their entire lives worrying about the order of this Magic World.
Although Etherion hadn't dropped, an internal rebellion was no small matter, and he had to go confirm the safety of the Magic Council in person.
The Guild Master fell silent for a moment, then turned around and gave a stern order:
"Erza, take everyone and sail the ships back. As soon as you hit the shore, immediately contact the Magic Council branch and have them send people to take over these prisoners."
"Understood, Guild Master." Erza accepted the order solemnly.
"Blanc, take the old man to the Magic Council, as fast as possible."
Blanc nodded, raised a hand to summon the massive Blue-Eyes White Dragon, and as the giant dragon hovered in mid-air, the two of them leaped lightly and landed steadily on the dragon's back.
"Then we'll be heading out first."
Blanc waved at his companions below. Right after that,