In January of X688, "Magnolia" belongs to and is the headquarters of the Magician's Guild "Fairy Tail".
After about a year and a half, the small guild with only five people at that time gradually developed into a medium-sized guild with twenty or thirty people.
The reason why the guild is so prosperous can be said to be indispensable to the cooperation of the guild president and his assistant. First, Zella formulated the general policy of the guild. After handing it over to Mabis to manage and improve it, their guild has a strong position in the local alliance.
The influence has gradually increased, and no one dares to look down on this guild dominated by two girls.
As for the members who joined the club, Zella did not borrow any help from others. She selected them one by one. Because of her own special characteristics, she would be very sensitive to a person's 'negative emotions', so during the review, as long as she let
People who Zella 'hated' were excluded.
Because of this, the atmosphere of the entire guild can change over time towards the form envisioned by Zela and the others.
The only regret is that their guild has not become a 'non-disturbing' guild...
For example, a trio of adventure hunters who had just changed careers ranked first in terms of job completion and complaints.
And today is the day when Zeira goes to attend the 'regular meeting' between guilds...
…
"Drink, drink! Haha!!!"
Stepping on the stool and raising the wine glass, the blond young man who was already flushed from drinking kept shouting, stimulating the atmosphere in the guild.
Someone is celebrating because he broke the record for completing the task the fastest.
"...Don't be like this, Yuri, if the president comes back..."
The young woman in an apron kept trying to dissuade her. As the guild's supervisor who manages the orders, she knew that they were in trouble again with this mission.
Unfortunately, what she said had no effect.
"Ah? It's okay, it's okay! I'm not afraid of that little witch who won't grow up~"
He continued to clink wine glasses with the members next to him offline, not realizing at all that he was seeking death again.
"...Give up, Rita."
Sitting in the stands and taking a sip, Precht had long been used to this scene.
"That's right, when Yuri becomes so crazy, only Zera can 'stop' him."
Leaning his back against the table, Warlord wisely spread his hands.
It's better to say that this is the best. They seem to be calm and feel very guilty now. If they continue like this, when a certain brown-haired girl comes back, attention will not be focused on them.
It's great that Yuri is an idiot.
"...Huh? Oh! If you look carefully, isn't this little Rita?!"
Drunk, Yuri came to the front of the signboard girl and struck a pose that he thought was cool.
He casually took out a flower from the vase nearby, and the blond young man handed it over affectionately.
"Actually, I've been—ah!"
The confession was interrupted due to the pain on the top of his head, and Yuri's head was suddenly buckled onto a chair.
At this moment, his friends who were still brothers with him all picked up their 'weapons' and started to greet him.
"Hey! Stop! What are you going to do!"
"Kill him!"
"You actually want to attack our little angel again!"
"Even if it's unconscious... No! It's even more unforgivable when you're drunk!!!"
Chairs, tables, bottles, and the guild that was just a lively place instantly turned into a martial arts arena.
Holding the tray to block the flying table corner, the signboard girl named Rita crouched down with a wry smile, and couldn't help complaining about why the president wanted to take away the goblin-like girl from the guild this time.
As long as one of them is around, whether it's Zella's 'president's aura' or Mavis's 'cuteness', they can 'calm down' these angry young people.
"You really dare to do it, you guys, look at me if I don't do it well——?!"
"...How do you like it?"
A calm voice suddenly sounded like the eve of a storm.
"...!"
The door was pushed open violently, and the blond young man, who had already woken up from alcohol, pulled his chin with a look of despair on his face.
Then……
"Baluge!"
"Okay, Master! It's time for 'punishment'!"
——Who will help me?!
No one responded to Yuri's expression, they all turned their heads in tacit agreement.
Lying down in her exclusive seat, amidst the struggles of the young man who was tied up like a caterpillar and hung upside down on the roof, the brown-haired girl as the president sighed deeply.
The feather-eared girl behind her also had a wry smile. She knew that what her friend hated the most was boring meetings.
What's more, this time, it's not just about listening to the nagging of the grandfathers...
"...What happened? President, Miss Mavis."
Putting down the drinks prepared for the two of them, the girl at the sign asked in confusion.
Didn't these two go to a regular meeting? Why did it seem like they had experienced a fierce battle?
"It's still the same thing, that thing."
"...?"
"...trade matters."
"——!"
Under Mavis's gentle reminder, Rita also remembered the issues that her president and assistant lady had been worrying about recently.
It was a cruel nightmare that was caused by trade disputes near the end of the year before last and has not ended yet.
——The Second Trade War.
"but……"
Shouldn’t this matter involve the ‘mage’ as a supernormal existence?
"...In other words, finally some guild that doesn't know how to abide by the bottom line takes action first, right?"
Precht, who had arrived at the edge at some point, answered Rita's doubts with a terrifyingly serious expression.
The 'Magisters' Guild' does not intervene in wars. This is an unwritten rule among guilds.
Of course, it is impossible to completely ban it, but even if there is, it is done secretly without being discovered or based on personal will.
Because once it is revealed that they are ‘supermen’ to form a team, the chain reaction will be unstoppable.
Soldiers versus soldiers, the Magisters Guild must be the only one to fight against it.
"...That's what happened. It was the dark guild lurking in a small town to the west who took action first."
"——!"
Stirring the drink in the cup, Zeira seemed to foresee the quagmire-like whirlpool brought about by the rapidly worsening war.
The front line in the west has been getting longer and longer. If it continues to extend, this city, which has just recovered a little, may be involved again.
And at that time, as one of them, their guild had to participate in the war.
(well……)
(Finally found the news about Zeref.)
The 'curse' on her has not been resolved yet.
The atmosphere was a bit gloomy, and everyone was silent except for the shaking 'caterpillar' above their head.
"..."
"It would be nice if the war could end soon..."
Mabius's emotional sigh brought out everyone's thoughts. (To be continued)