I'm in Fairy Tail, and I sleepwalked and stole "Flowing Blade Like Fire"

West Main Road, Alvares Imperial City.

A burst of loud cheers suddenly came from the street, attracting two old people in the second-floor garden of the foreign-style building next to the street.

He seemed a little surprised by the cheers.

The two of them walked to the edge of the garden of the foreign-style building and looked down through the guardrail.

The obviously wide street below now seemed extremely narrow under the crowds of people.

However, despite the crowding, there is a small lane that separates the street.

All the pedestrians stood on both sides of the street.

They were like fanatical believers, and all of their faces were flushed from the lack of oxygen after roaring.

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 Shuperigan has arrived!!"

As the figure approached at the end of the street, the crowd broke out into crazy shouts.

"It seems that His Majesty the Emperor has returned……"One of them, an old man with a stooped back and a cane, said slowly.

Minister of the Albares Empire, Aqil!

At the same time, there is another identity, that is, one of the twelve shields of the empire, the grandfather of Desert King Agil.

"Finally let me wait."

There was a hint of excitement in the words of another short old man.

Makarov Dolea!

A year ago, he came to this empire alone after leaving Fairy Tail.

The purpose was to meet the members of this huge empire. The emperor.

And negotiated with him in an attempt to get him to give up his intention to invade Ishgar.

However, after Makarov arrived, he discovered that Emperor Shuperigan was not in the empire.

According to Yakir, the emperor His Majesty seems to be traveling around the world.

But perhaps because Yakir is also a person who doesn't like war.

Therefore, he took Makarov in on his own initiative and let him live in his home and wait. The return of the emperor.

And now, hard work has paid off, and Makarov has finally waited.

"Don't worry, this matter should have reached the ears of His Majesty the Emperor. With His Majesty's character of cherishing life, he should agree with your idea."

Sensing the trace of anxiety in Makarov’s words, Yakir spoke to comfort him.

"As long as His Majesty nods, the [Shields] of the main war faction will also obey."

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

Listening to Yakir's words, Makarov's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

"Yes...the family is still waiting……"

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

Even the pupils were trembling slightly.

Cold sweat oozed from the forehead unconsciously

"that person……"He murmured in disbelief.

His eyes were fixed on the visitor.

Amidst the huge cheers, the young man in black robe, who seemed to be isolated from the world, moved forward with sonorous and powerful steps.

There was no laughter or excitement on his face, just calmness.

The young man in black robe turned a deaf ear to the cheers from both sides of the street.

"She is still so young, which is really enviable!"Yakir sighed as he looked at Emperor Shuperigan on the street.

However, Makarov had no intention of responding to Yakir's words.

He just stared at the figure, the one in Ixiu The figure known as the ancestor of the black magicians in the Gal Continent spoke in a trembling voice:"Zerf……"

The return of Emperor Shuperigan caused unprecedented pageantry throughout the royal city.

Although Shuperigan's figure has entered the castle, the passion of the residents has not faded.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty!"

General Winter Imber, one of the Twelve Shields of the Saint who has been guarding the castle, came out immediately to meet with His Majesty the Emperor who had not returned for a long time.

"I'm back, Imber. Zeref responded.

While walking, Zeref continued to speak:"There is something urgent for you to do. Can you summon all the Twelve Shields of Saints immediately?" Regarding this question, Yinbel shook his head helplessly:"I'm sorry, I'm afraid your Majesty can't do this.""

"If we could predict the wind of early spring that would blow by at some unknown time, we could have called in advance."

Although the Twelve Shields of the Saints are the shields that protect Emperor Shuperigan, they each have their own responsibilities, so it is still difficult to summon them in a short time.

Zeref came to stop in front of Imber He stepped forward and shrugged his shoulders:

"Unfortunately, this is just a whim of mine."

As soon as Zeref finished speaking, there was a burst of overlapping footsteps deep in the castle.

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

"Wind... black wind"

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

The female figure between the two smiled slightly and said.

The Twelve Shields of the Saint Protector, Timaria!

But the other person was also a little dissatisfied with Timaria's metaphor.

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

An excited smile appeared on his arrogant face:

"It should be a desert, yes, the dust flying in the dead land is more appropriate."

Agil, the Desert King with Twelve Shields of the Saint Protector! (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Timaria, Agil, you all seem to be doing well. Zeref said with a smile.

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

Listening to the words of the two people, he frowned slightly:

"You two should be more respectful towards His Majesty.……"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zeref.[]

"It's okay, Imber."Obviously Zeref didn't care about their attitudes.

"Your Majesty, you are full of energy, much more cheerful than before."

The old and powerful voice echoed in the empty hall.

Everyone turned around.

In their eyes, the upright old man with a cane was walking towards him.

He was wearing a gray and simple magic robe, and behind him It was a decoration that extended out like a sharp sword.

The old face was full of kindness.

But except for Zeref, the other twelve shields did not dare to look down on this old man because of this.

The Saint Twelve Shields Magic King Olga Ste!

Olgast came to stand in front of Zeref, and then said:

"It seems that Your Majesty has come up with the answer, right? About the Twilight of the Gods……"

"In Ishgar, it is called the Dragon King Festival!"Zerf said

"This is a feast between humans and humans, humans and demons, humans and dragons!

He looked at everyone and said,"That's war!""

Four hundred years ago, in the war called the Dragon King Festival, the king of the dragons was born.

The Black Wings of Despair.

And now, Zeref wants to start a new Dragon King Festival.

The purpose... is Destroy humans and the black dragon!

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

Ta...ta...ta...

This is the crisp sound of the cane on the ground.

"It is truly a joy to see His Majesty return from his long journey."

The old voice was completely different from Ogaste's.

The voice sounded so strenuous, like a twilight old man.

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

He seemed to want to salute, But his stooped body no longer allowed him to do this.

He could only bow his head respectfully and signal.

"Long time no see, Aqil."The smile on Zeref's face is still there.

Aqir came to Zeref.

But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and immediately stepped back.

"Don’t worry, God Anxeram seems to be in a good mood these past few years. Zeref explained with a smile.

Seeing this, Aqil breathed a sigh of relief:"That's good, otherwise someone like me would probably have his soul taken away just by getting close to him.""

"You must have heard about the fact that a messenger came from Ishgar during His Majesty's parade."

Yakir asked softly.

Zeref nodded and moved his eyes to the short old man next to Yakir.

Yakir turned around and introduced:"Because this person wants to meet His Majesty immediately no matter what, So I wanted to bring him to meet him first."

Imber frowned slightly.

According to the rules, when inviting people from other countries to enter the palace, you should submit an application report first.

Yakir's behavior was indeed an overstep.

But Zeref didn't blame him, so Imber didn't say much. What did you say?

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

Makarov, who was standing next to Akir, walked forward.

Nodding and saluting:"First meetingHis Majesty." He said in a low voice.

Although this was the first time he met Zeref, his famous name in Ishgar is known to everyone. What he has left behind in the past four hundred years The disaster has displaced countless families.

Makarov understands this.

But he never thought that Zeref would be the emperor of the Albarez Empire.

Originally, according to Yakir, this emperor should He is a person who respects and loves life.

Unexpectedly... he turned out to be the black mage Zeref who has been notorious for four hundred years!

Shuperigan... is also translated as the ugly goblin... almost....