New faces and Old faces 4

"I call for a vote. Those who agree, raise your hands," said Seam. 7 out of 10 members raised their hands, giving the majority to pass the notion.

"It is settled. Call the representative sent by the Western Empire" said, Chairman.

The Chairman explained their decision and warned of firing Etherion or if it comes to that, another secret weapon.

"My name is Yajeel, sir. I'm the representative of the Alvarez Empire of the West '' said Yajeel with a bow.

Yajeel is a tall, old man with an unusually long neck and forehead and stark eyes. He has dark hair which was arranged carelessly on his head. Yajeel has a small amount of stubble on his chin and a long moustache. He wears a dark-coloured shirt, an intricately decorated scarf, pinstriped pants and a cloth belt. He had a green Alverez crest printed on the front and back of his shirt.

"Remember this well, representative of the West, we could make the magic in your continent disappear if it comes to any attempt on Ishgar. Keep this in mind before you take any further action" said Seam with a steel face which turned into a cruel one at the end.

"Yes, sir. I'll remember to tell this to his Majesty" said Yajeel.

"Good. Now be on your way. We don't want this matter delayed any further" said the chairman and Yajeel left the Magical Council office to Vistarion, the Empire Capital.

"That's what happened when I was at Era, Your Majesty," said Yajeel. He was looking at a young man in his 20s sitting on a throne upon a high platform.

"You dealt with it well, Yajeel," said the Young man. This young man is the same person whom Naruto encountered on Tenrou Island a month ago during his S-class trials. 

Zeref smiled at the report given by Yajeel. He didn't order it. But it looks like some of his ministers are not satisfied with the status quo. 

"I apologise for the attempted invasion without permission, your Majesty," said an old man. 

This is August, one of the Ministers and the Magic King.

August is a relatively tall, fair-skinned, well-toned old man with blackish eyes and roughly shoulder-length, wavy, greyish-white hair, with the majority of his bangs swept leftward. He has a short moustache and a lengthy, mildly thin beard that reaches down to his upper torso. Additionally, he has thick eyebrows, a pronounced nose bridge, and high cheekbones. His face has started forming wrinkles because of his age. He also has a dark tattoo consisting of a thick dot surrounded by two circles on the back of his left hand, and two straight lines going from the circles' bottom end down the front of his forearm.

August sports a long, white and purple robe consisting of two major pieces: a long garment that reaches past his knees, with a tattered bottom edge and intricately designed linings on the ends of its sleeves, including a line of dark lozenges, and a shorter, more billowing garment above it, over only his chest area. The longer garb is kept tied together with a thin light girdle made of a seemingly rope-like material. An externally and internally dark-coloured cape is additionally above both parts of the robe, jutting out in sharp, more elongated lozenge-shaped spikes around the back of his head, also having a tattered bottom edge, having the Alvarez Empire's symbol emblazoned on its back, and being kept in its place by a long, less wide cloth tied around it and August's neck, which in turn is held fast by a spherical dark clip. Finally, a dark ring on his right middle finger and plain dark high boots complete the outfit.

"No, August. I know you are busy with other work. There is nothing for you to be sorry about" said Zeref. 

"By the way, how does the training of those children going?" asked Zeref with a smile.

"Yes, sir. All of them had large magic containers and were capable of achieving great things in future. Their training is going good" said August in a respectful tone.

"Prepare them well, they are going to be the Shields of this country one day," said Zeref.

"So, Yajeel, they threatened us with Etherion and a 'power' to eliminate magic in our Empire, huh?" Asked Zeref.

"Yes, my lord" 

"Good. Let them be satisfied for now. We'll attack when time is right again" said Zeref.

"As you wish," said Yajeel with a bow. The meeting was dismissed and everyone left the throne room. Zeref was left alone to his thoughts without any interruption.

'That boy, he is different' thought Zeref about a certain blonde-haired whisker faced teen.

Meanwhile, With Basil

Basil was running for his life. He didn't stop even to eat, he continued running and after a day, he had reached a haunted building. It was covered in dirt with spider webs all over the place. 

It lay in ruins with the rest of the place destroyed due to some kind of monster attack. This is the go-to base for the Dark Guild, Oración Seis.

To hide its actual base of operations, its master, Brain, has come up with this idea. There was a communication lacrima in the house that can directly communicate with the Master.

Basil hurriedly came in and started the lacrima with his magic. The Lacrima lit up and gave a slight pulse after waiting a few minutes, a figure appeared in front of Basil.

"Basil, what happened?" Asked Brain.

"Sir, the attempt was a disaster" said Basil to Brain.

"What! What happened?" Asked Brain and Basil explained everything.

After listening to it, Brain got a good estimate on the blonde boy. A question arose in his mind.

"What happened to Aero?" 

"I don't know. By the time I escaped, I know he was fighting with that Jaguar. I don't know what happened after that. I came here in a hurry" said Basil, he can feel Brain's anger even through the magic screen.

"Impudent fool. You left him to fend for himself. I thought you are better than this" spat Brain. Though inside, had didn't feel much as they all are pawns to him.