Magic Guild: I Stole It From My Sleepwalking

West Road, the royal city of the Albarez Empire.

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the street.

Attracted two old people in the garden on the second floor of the western-style building next to the street.

It seemed that he was a little surprised by the cheers.

The two walked to the edge of the garden of the mansion and looked down through the guardrail.

The clearly wide street below was now extremely narrow as the crowd surrounded each other.

However, despite the crowds, the middle of the street was cut off by a sidewalk.

All pedestrians were standing on both sides of the street.

They were like fanatical believers, all with flushes on their faces from the lack of oxygen after their roars.

Their eyes were fixed on the figure walking slowly from the end of the street.

"His Majesty the Emperor has returned to the city!"

"After a year, I'm finally back!"

"His Majesty Emperor Shuperrigan is here!!"

As the figures at the end of the street approached, the crowd erupted into mad cries.

"It seems that His Majesty the Emperor has come back..." One of the old men with hunched back and crutches said slowly.

Minister of the Albarez Empire, Aguir!

At the same time, there is also an identity, that is, one of the Twelve Shields of the Empire, the grandfather of the desert king Ajeel.

"Finally made me wait."

There was a faint excitement in the words of the other little old man.

Makarov Dolea!

A year ago, after disbanding Fairy Tail, he came to the empire alone.

The purpose is to meet the emperor of this huge empire.

And negotiated with it, trying to get it to dispel the purpose of invading Ishgar.

However, after Makarov came, he realized that Emperor Shuperrigan was not in the Empire.

According to Aguirre's words, His Majesty the Emperor seems to be traveling all over the world.

But maybe because Aguirre is also a person who doesn't like war.

So he took in Makarov on his own accord.

Let him live in his own home, waiting for the return of the emperor.

And now, the hard work paid off, Makarov finally waited.

"Don't worry, this matter should have already reached the ears of His Majesty the Emperor. With His Majesty's life-loving character, I should agree with you."

Sensing the uneasiness between Makarov's words, Akiel reassured him.

"As long as there is His Majesty's nod, then the [Shields] of the main battle faction will also obey."

"After everything is over, you can go back to the guild."

Makarov's restless heart gradually calmed down after hearing Akiel's words.

"Yeah...the family is still waiting..."

Suddenly, Makarov saw the figure clearly, and his eyes instantly widened.

Even the pupils were trembling slightly.

Cold sweat involuntarily oozes from his forehead.

"That person..." He murmured in disbelief.

His eyes were fixed on the person who came.

Amid the huge cheers, the black-robed youth who seemed to be isolated from the world marched forward with sonorous and powerful steps.

There was no laughter on the face, no excitement, just calm.

The boy in black robe turned a deaf ear to the cheers on both sides of the street.

"It's still so young, it's really enviable!" Yakir sighed as he looked at Emperor Shuperrigan on the street.

However, Makarov was in no mood to respond to Akir's words.

He just stared at the figure, the figure known as the ancestor of the Black Mage in the Ishgar Continent.

With a trembling voice, "Zeref..."

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The return of Emperor Shuperrigan caused unprecedented pomp throughout the royal city.

Although Shuperrigan's figure has stepped into the castle, the enthusiasm of the residents has not subsided.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty!"

The Winter General Invel, one of the Twelve Shields who have been guarding the castle, came out immediately to visit His Majesty the Emperor who had not returned for a long time.

"I'm back, Invel," Zeref responded.

While walking, Zeref continued to speak: "I have an urgent matter for you to do. Can you call all the Guardians of the Twelve Shields immediately?"

For this question, Invel shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty may not be able to do this."

"If you can predict the wind of early spring when you don't know when it will blow, you can assemble it there in advance."

Although the Twelve Shields are the shields that protect Emperor Shuperrigan,

However, they each have their own responsibilities, so it is difficult to gather them in a short period of time.

Zeref stopped in front of Invel and shrugged:

"Unfortunately, this is just a whim."

As soon as Zeref's voice fell, there was a sound of overlapping footsteps from the depths of the castle.

Then two figures came to the main hall of the castle.

"Wind... black wind."

"No, it is a dark storm that brings death. The metaphor of spring breeze is not suitable for His Majesty the Emperor at all!"

The female figure in the two smiled slightly and said.

Guardian Twelve Shields War Concubine Dimaria!

But another person has a bit of dissatisfaction with Dimaria's metaphor.

He opened his arms, dark skin and afro-like hair.

An excited smile appeared on his arrogant face:

"It should be a desert, yes, the sand and dust flying on the land of death is more appropriate."

Guardian Twelve Shields Desert King Ajeel!

"Dimaria, Ajeel, you all seem to be doing well." Zeref said with a smile.

As the emperor's consul, Invel has always been an extremely serious person.

Hearing the words of the two, he frowned slightly:

"The two of you should be more respectful towards His Majesty..."

He was interrupted by Zeref before he could finish speaking.

"It's okay, Invel." Clearly Zeref didn't care about the attitude of the two.

"Your Majesty, you're the one who looks brighter, much more cheerful than before."

An old and powerful voice resounded in the empty hall.

Everyone turned back.

In his eyes, the old man with a cane and a straight posture was striding forward.

Dressed in a gray and plain magic robe,

Behind him is a sword-like decoration extending out.

The old face was full of kindness.

But the other twelve shields, except Zeref, dare not look down on this old man.

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Protector of the Twelve Shields · Mage King · August!

August stood in front of Zeref, and then said:

"It seems that Your Majesty has the answer, right, about the Ragnarok of the Gods..."

"It's called the Dragon King Festival in Ishgar!" Zeref said.

"This is a feast of people and people, people and demons, people and dragons!"

Looking at everyone, "That's war!"

Four hundred years ago, in the war known as the Dragon King Festival, the King of the Dragon Clan was born.

Desperate Black Wings.

And now, Zeref wants to set off a brand new Dragon King Festival.

The purpose... is to destroy humans and the black dragon!

The final battle between dragons, undead and humans... is coming!

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tah... tah... tah...

It was the crisp sound of a cane and pestle on the ground.

"His Majesty bid farewell to the long journey and returned, it is really heartfelt joy."

The old voice was completely different from August's.

The voice sounded so labored, like an old man in the twilight.

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As the voice sounded, the two figures slowly entered the hall.

He seemed to want to salute, but his hunched body no longer allowed him to do so.

He could only bow his head respectfully.

"Long time no see, Akir." The smile on Zeref's face remained the same.

Yakir came to Zeref.

But suddenly, as if thinking of something, he immediately stepped back.

"Don't worry, Anxel Raml seems to be in a good mood for the past few years." Zeref explained with a smile.

Seeing this, Yaqiel breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, otherwise, with a person like me, just getting close, it is very likely that the soul will be taken away."

"During Your Majesty's parade, an envoy came from Ishgar, you must have known it."

Yakir asked softly.

Zeref nodded, looking at the little old man beside Aguir.

Yakir turned around and introduced, "Because this guy wants to meet His Majesty immediately, no matter what, I want to bring him to meet him first."

Invel frowned slightly.

According to the rules, inviting people from other countries to enter the palace should have submitted an application report first.

This behavior of Yaqiel is indeed surpassing.

But Zeref didn't blame it, so Invel didn't say much.

"President Makarov..." Zeref narrowed his eyes slightly.

Makarov, who was standing beside Yakir, stepped forward.

Nodding and salute: "First meeting, Your Majesty," he said in a low voice.

Although this is the first time we meet this Zeref, he is well known in Ishgar.

The calamity he left behind during these 400 years has displaced many families.

These Makarov understand.

It's just that he never thought that Zeref would be the emperor of the Albarez Empire.

Originally, in the mouth of Aguirre, this emperor should be a person who respects life.

People who love life.

I didn't expect... it would be Zeref, the black mage who has been famous for 400 years!

Super Rigan...

Also translated as ugly goblin... na.