Arthur walked into Fairy Tail’s guild hall. There was a swagger in his step - the sheer mystical energy from the consumption of Zeref’s soul and vitality left him brimming with power enough to give him a feeling of invincibility. He was not an unfamiliar sight there at this point, and received a warm smile and greeting from Mirajane as she worked as barkeep.
“Mirajane, I need to find some people,” He said.
“From the guild? Who?” Mirajane responded.
“Laxus, and Erza’s mother. I’ve got a rather special job, that has a very limited time window, and which only they can help me with.”
She looked at him, and nodded slightly. “Irene is with Erza at Fairy Hills, but Laxus is away on a job.”
“Where?” Arthur said.
“Hibiscus Town.”
The door to the guild opened behind him, and Arthur didn’t even look back. He’d called Irene on the lacrima. It was her. “Irene, it’s time for that job. I just need to get one last ringer.”
Selene had lost track of Acnologia. She was certain she could sense his magic… if she entered Earthland and more Ishgar to do so. He had turned to human form. He would not be reaching Maximus today, or even tomorrow. He may have decided to cancel his trip.
Still he had to be confronted before the energy from killing Zeref had leaked away. Now was the best time to face him. There was just one decision to make.
Arthur looked at the dragon staff he had made. It was in August’s hands. It was a powerful tool. Arthur looked up from it towards the six dragons in a semicircle across from him. He didn’t like being in this position.
“With August and Irene’s help, we should be able to revert Acnologia to true humanity if he is willing,” Arthur said. “If he’s on board it will be much safer for everyone than trying to fight him.” His eyes flitted from dragon to dragon.
“And if he is not willing?” Metalicana the Iron Dragon - the foster parent of Gajeel - questioned.
“There’s the rub,” Arthur answered. “If he’s willing, things will be easier. If he’s not… I believe I could keep us alive long enough for Selene to send you five and the dragon slayers to Earthland.” Arthur’s stomach was in knots.
“How will you find him?” Weisslogia the White Dragon asked.
“I bring the Cube to Edolas, and warp it into the world a little ways past where he was last detected. If he’s interested in it, or the huge surge of magic he will probably check it out. And,” He placed his hand on the dragon staff, and there was a sudden pulse of magic from it. The dragons and dragon slayers all found their heads trying to turn towards the staff. “It might irritate him, but I could call him out. Even if he resists the compulsion I doubt he’d not take an interest in it. It runs the risk of inciting his rage, but truth be told I can’t think of anything that doesn’t.”
“You’re the emperor. You’re in command,” August stated. “It is your decision.” Bloodman, Wall, and Irene nodded. At least for the time being the Spriggans were with him.
“Here I am queen,” Selene said. She was the only dragon in human shape. “But Arthur, you are the one in command of this mission, it is your decision.”
“I have not agreed to his command,” Weisslogia noted in an irascible tone.
“Nor I,” Metalicana added.
“Whether I’m in command or not, everyone here is risking their lives, they should get a say in the methods we use,” Arthur answered. “Besides, I lack the personal experience with Acnologia that is possessed by Irene and the dragons. I must defer to that wisdom.” He didn’t want the decision on his shoulders. Though deciding to delegate it was still deciding. He wasn’t certain when the last time he’d not been operating on low level panic was.
The Cube appeared near Acnologia’s predicted location. With Altair’s celestial spirit dress Arthur could easily make out the distant horizon. Or more the smooth crater where Acnologia had last been sensed. At the edges buildings had been toppled by the shockwave of the explosion, only one or two far distant still standing. Smaller craters and marks of destructive magic showed about it, some with pieces of the dead showing where the magic had destroyed part but not all of their body. It had been a village, and Acnologia had destroyed it and made sure to kill those who fled in the aftermath.
It was a willful slaughter, without a real justifying incident. Arthur had felt a dragon’s rage, and he knew what he had felt had to be only a fraction of what Acnologia did. But the sight before his eyes made him want to stab, not offer to save and ‘redeem’ the monster who did it. Irene had been a sadist, but even what he’d learned since had indicated she’d never done such a pointless slaughter. This was Acnologia’s standard Modus Operandi. Acnologia infamously never left survivors behind - which wasn’t actually quite true - and attacked towns every few years for the sheer joy of it.
If Arthur hadn’t tasted the rage dragonification could induce, he’d have gone off plan right then and there. But he had deferred to the wisdom of the Fire Dragon King and it had been Igneel’s decision. Give Acnologia a chance to regain his humanity. Provide the chance to end the cycle of hatred and vengeance with no more destruction.
Arthur’s archive helped him swallow the rage. It kept him a half step detached from his emotions. That was one of the ways it was useful.
He gripped the dragon staff, sending out a pulse of magic to draw any dragons in the region towards them. The response was instant. There was a surge of magical power from the ruins as Acnologia appeared seemingly from nowhere, rising above the city.
A moment later there was a flash of light and then a beam shot towards the Cube. It was a dragon’s roar. Acnologia’s magic had been blocked by Jellal in the manga. Arthur was confident he could do the same.
Space warped, and darkness formed in the roar’s path. 7 portals in total opened, each smaller than the one before it, forming a 7 layered shield. The roar broke through 5 of them, and Arthur could feel each shattering portal. Still it gave him a measure of the opponent.
And then Acnologia was flying towards them.
Acnologia was surprised his magic had been blocked. It wasn’t even a spell that projected a perfect defense which no amount of force or magical energy could overcome. The technique had certainly magnified what it could handle, but it hadn’t been infinite. The mage had real power. The sort of power that it might take to threaten the Dragon King.
Unfortunately for the mage he was not a Dragon Slayer. Acnologia could not smell the growth of a dragon seed in him. A dragon slayer with his power and demonstrated skill would have been a true threat, one that even the Dragon King was hesitant to face head on. A mere mage with that power?
He was resolved to swat the mage like the bug he was, just as he was resolved to destroy the cube shaped vehicle he rode. Acnologia had felt it from across Ishgar when it had fired; it was a power he was determined not to leave in the hands of humanity, as it might possibly threaten him if developed further.
Acnologia hesitated, though, because the man hadn’t come alone. The Dragon King recognized the two mages flanking him on the cube shaped vehicle. Irene Belserion had been the source of his curse; the Mother of all Dragon Slayers. Wizard King August was Zeref’s chief lackey and they had had discussions before. Acnologia found value in his occasional relationship with Zeref. Killing them would start a conflict with Zeref, and Acnologia was not completely certain he would win such a conflict
And then there was how different Irene smelled. She no longer smelled like a dragon or a dragon slayer. She had to be a very convincing fake. But that made Acnologia curious about why and how.
And there was that nagging compulsion: Come forth to parley.
It wasn’t that the compulsion held his mind and will, but that they had called him out to talk in the first place. He was curious as to what they wished to talk about.
So he bellowed forth. “Why do you call for me?”
Arthur could feel the force of the wind of Acnologia’s bellowed words. His legs felt like they could turn to jelly at any moment. Acnoloia was strong. More powerful than Selene in raw magical energy, and he knew that Acnologia ate magic. Any and all magic. As far as fighting him went he was much stronger than his raw power suggested. At least if he didn’t do something stupid like split his soul and body and leave both heavily weakened.
“To offer you the chance to become human once more. Truly human. Fully able to feel. Free from the rage of the dragon seed. Free from the po-”
“Fool! I can feel fully in form,” Acnologia boomed, the wing of his wings and voice sending Irene’s long hair whipping through the air.
“I couldn’t,” Irene stated. “Not till he reversed my dragonification.”
Acnologia looked at her. But Arthur was speaking once more. “Don’t you want your mind free of the influence of dragonification? The chance to become human once more. With this staff I can chan-”
Acnologia’s roar pierced through six of the seven shields this time. Shields Arthur barely managed to raise in time.
The second roar was just as powerful. The third was delayed as Acnologia flew up and back. “Why would I ever let someone make me human once more?” Acnologia bellowed before he began to breathe deep, charging his power for a full blast.
“That could have gone better,” August said dryly. “I will begin plan B.”
Selene didn’t like what came next. She was terrified of what would happen if Acnologia learned her magic for walking worlds. She didn’t think she had anything at all worth trading him for her chance to escape this time around. Even if her possession of that magic didn’t make her too much of a potential threat to not dedicate every waking moment to hunting her until he had succeeded.
But she had agreed to transfer the 5 dragons to Earthland and the battle should plan A fail. Given Acnologia had rejected the offer of humanity out of hand, and was now attacking, plan A had failed.
A part of her was glad. She did not really want to share the world with Igneel and his allies. Eventually that alliance would fracture and the world would suffer when they did what dragons always inevitably do and began to fight amongst themselves. Though hopefully it could bring her fellow Dragon Gods low before it was completely destroyed.
The wind picked up as she created a massive doorway between worlds.
Acnologia’s roar tore through the air towards the cube shaped vehicle. It was a blast to completely annihilate the vehicle and all on or within it. But the moment the roar had left his lips he felt a presence he had not felt for centuries.
Dragons. But he had had minor skirmishes with the Dragon Gods for the last 400 years. But he recognized these dragons. These had been contenders for the title of king 400 years ago. Dragons he had wounded badly, and left their souls and flesh both in tatters. They weren’t as powerful as the dragon gods, not with 400 years of the gods growing in power, but each and every one of them had been a challenge to beat at the time, and that had been in a grand battle royale where everyone was fighting everyone else.
Acnologia was certain he could still win. He still remembered each of the five: Igneel, the fire dragon king; Metalicana, the iron dragon; the white one; the black one; and the surprisingly weak leader of the wind-based dragons. None of them were a threat alone, but with them together the battle would not go easily for him. He might lose an arm or suffer further injuries, and the year it would take to heal would give the dragon gods a window to take advantage.
He turned in his flight and roared, a blast of pure destruction towards the dragons, and they veered, dodging the blast but creating a gap between them which allowed him to surge forward and fly past them.
His head turned to look back at the threats that were now behind him, and to fire another roar off towards them, just to discourage them from following.
“Shit!” Arthur shouted as Acnologia began to run. If Acnologia got away they’d have lost their ambush, and their best chance to kill him.
“Transport me into his path,” August said calmly. An instant later Arthur and August were standing in Acnologia’s path, the dragon king’s shadow quickly approaching, his head turning to fire back at the enemies he actually saw as threats.
August’s hands slapped together and then struck the ground. There was a rumble as the ground beneath the two mages rose up in a massive, rocky outcropping. Acnologia crashed into it, and the artificial mountain shattered beneath them. Still it had slowed the dragon’s flight. And Arthur knew how to slow it further.
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As the two mages tumbled among the boulders, Arthur teleported them and the boulders both. Rocks rained down on Acnologia’s head and back, while Arthur and August landed once again in Acnologia’s path. Arthur watched the shadow dragon Skiadrum burst from the ground, emerging from a shadow he had used to surge forward and catch up with Acnologia.
With the sharpened eyes of his celestial spirit dress, Arthur could follow the dragons’ movements. Skiadrum was rushing to his death. Arthur’s Territory formed a solid wall between Acnologia and Skiadrum’s back, stopping the Dragon King’s teeth. Arthur could feel as Acnologia crushed his territory like it was some particularly thick candy coating. Skiadrum’s claws and teeth sank into Acnologia’s back, and slowed by mere moments, Acnologia’s teeth found Skiadrum’s back instead of his neck.
Skiadrum fell to the ground with a terrible crash, the dragon’s form half limp. His head still rose and moved, but not his tail and legs. There wasn’t time to stop and check on the dragon, though.
Arthur’s silver key glowed in his hand, and he opened the gate as far as the key could sustain. If he hadn’t forged the key himself, it would have shattered as he poured this level of power through it. But if Orion was to have a chance to really fight the most powerful and challenging opponent in this world, he was going to need every iota of magical power Arthur could summon him with.
The giant hunter rose, a blue humanoid who stood tall enough one might compare it to a mountain, though in truth it was closer to the size of a skyscraper. It was still large enough to dwarf the dragons.
Acnologia crashed into the giant, and the two began to struggle, and for a moment Arthur found himself watching instead of acting. Weisslogia caught up to Acnologia next. Igneel and Metalicana were still approaching. Grandeeney had been asked to stay back. The wounds a dragon dealt each other were slow to heal. It’d be years, even centuries, before they’d heal these wounds. Grandeeney could heal them. Her job was to survive, and heal any wounds that were too severe; such as Skiadrum’s wound if she could reach him through the battle.
August continued to work to hem in the Dragon King. Irene’s enchantments had bestowed upon him an aspect of dragon slaying, helping his magic to hurt Acnologia, spreading it to the rocks which he made grow from the ground. Acnologia could still smash them with relative ease - his nature as the Magic Dragon helping him to resist the enchantment just as a fire dragon was still resistant to a fire dragon slayer’s flames - but it gave them a little more oomph.
Weisslogia ripped Acnologia’s arm from his body, but Acnologia’s roar struck him in the back. Orion’s hands clamped down on Acnologia’s jaw. Forcing his mouth shut, as the magic poured forth from it. Arthur was blinded by the brightness of Acnologia’s roar, and when his head turned back towards the battle he could see that Weisslogia was falling. Hopefully the roar hadn’t been instantly fatal and there was still a sliver of a chance that Grandeeney could heal her fellow dragon.
Acnologia and Orion hadn’t come through the roar unharmed either. Acnologia’s mouth was burned, gaps in his teeth and the scales around his mouth. He’d burned a hole through his own flesh with his roar. Orion was nearly done for. His hands had been burned off completely, his arms ending in stumps a little down from his elbows. And then Arthur saw the hole in his chest, his belts burnt and reduced to stubs. To block the roar he had used his body to block it.
Weisslogia had launched back into the air as Orion fell. Acnologia didn’t immediately launch another roar. Arthur couldn’t say why. Maybe it was the pain. Maybe it was exhaustion of his ethernano reserves. Maybe it was just being distracted by spires of stone trying to stab into his body. The dragon’s clashed and then they both began to fall.
Acnologia had lost a wing. Weisslogia had lost a shoulder and a wing. They crashed to the ground, as Metalicana and Igneel prepared to enter the melee.
Acnologia howled in rage. In 400 years he’d never been this hard pressed in battle. He had been invincible. Even during the great dragon war the dragons had not coordinated and worked together. And dragons fought simply. They were power incarnate. They clashed head to head.
The mages were playing interference. He should have realized that from the beginning. He had been a human once. He had been a dragon slayer and had fought with tactics utilizing group action and bringing a dragon down despite their impressive resistance to magic.
And then there was the taste in that barrier which had saved the shadow dragon. Dragon slayer magic. It was woven through the spell via enchantment. Irene Belserion had turned every spell of every mage into a dragon killing weapon.
The Iron Dragon and Igneel were approaching, and Acnologia knew he could only die if he faced them. He roared in final defiance, hoping to bring them down with him.
Irene stood beside Wall Eehto. The machina had been working to modify the Cube’s weapon. It was a slipshod and makeshift modification, turning the complicated magical tool cannon into something that would fire a mass-based weapon. The weapon was far from fully charged - that’d take days - but it didn’t need the power to destroy landscape features. It just needed to launch a projectile through Acnologia.
Irene was layering enchantment after enchantment on the massive ‘bullet’ which it would fire. On the launcher itself. On Wall Eehto to reinforce his magic which would guide and initiate the launch. On every possible facet.
“I’ve…” The roar of magical power drowned out Wall’s words. There was nothing but the crackling sound of power, the rushing of wind formed from the sheer energy contained in the small area around the cannon for its maintenance and repair, and there was the crack of a sonic boom as the projectile shot forward.
Wall’s weakness magic couldn’t analyze Acnologia directly. The Dragon King in the full bloom of his power with soul and body together was simply too resistant to magic. But it could still aim towards a known weak spot.
Being a dragon slayer wasn’t just knowing magic which was super effective against them. Diabolos had long researched dragon anatomy. The shot passed through his ribs and pierced through both his lungs. A dragon that couldn’t breathe was a dragon that couldn’t roar.
Pain passed through his chest, and his roar sputtered and failed. Metalicana half-flew and half-crashed into his head. The Iron Dragon had hardened its body and flown straight through his roar. Metalicana was covered in wounds, his body torn by the sheer magical force. But the dragon was not dead.
And then Igneel landed, his claw striking into Acnologia’s rump and ripping his tail from his body. Acnologia’s jaws moved in a soundless scream, his breath failing him.
Acnologia raged. It hadn’t been the dragons. It had been a shot of something enchanted with dragon slayer magic. It was Irene Belserion. The traitorous witch.
Damn her.
Damn her like she had damned him.
Damn her…
Metalicana’s jaws closed around his head, and Acnologia lashed out with his magical energy. It was enough to make the iron dragon pull back its mouth as energy crackled from the blue-blackness of Acnologia’s scales. It was just pure, unfocused destructive energy, but if he was to die he would die fighting to the last.
But… There was the magic the mage had used.
He’d felt it when the cube-shaped war vessel had appeared.
He didn’t have the skill to use it properly. But he had the power. Even now he had enough power to pour into it. It was a spatial magic beyond any he had ever seen before.
He poured it in, and the barrier between worlds began to tear and fray.
“The bloody bastard disappeared!” Metalicana howled in rage as his front claw slammed into the ground. Grandeeney was treating Weisslogia. It’d be some time before the dragon had its limbs back. This was just to ensure the wound didn’t kill him.
Arthur wasn’t involved in triage though. He recognized the magic that Acnologia had used. It wasn’t the Anima effect to bridge worlds. It wasn’t Aqua Aera to make a portal between them through water. It was Arthur’s own take on it born from combining his mastery of spatial magic.
Simpler. More efficient. Easier to use. And it would seem easier to learn.
Acnologia was in Edolas’s Imperial Square.
He swore to himself, as he disappeared. He rushed. Even with his Archive overclocking his brain, he didn’t hesitate to think out the best method. Last time he’d done that a city had died.
And Acnologia could still kill a city. Or Selene.
The instant he materialized, Acnologia’s head smashed into Arthur’s chest and sent him flying.
The Dragon King’s mouth opened, and Arthur felt the magic forming within it. It glowed there, but it could only leak out as a miasmic cloud of destruction, rolling forward without the force of a true roar.
Acnologia was dying. Even if Arthur did nothing, Acnologia would die.
But with 3 legs, and that magical power Acnologia would kill others in his death throes.
He moved, his territory magic wrapping him as a barrier against that deathly cloud of energy. It was making it hard to form his territory to teleport, but not impossible. He formed above Acnologia’s head, even as crescents of force cut through the air. Blades of magic slicing through Acnologia’s throat and chest.
Arthur’s feet landed on the dragon’s head, and he raised his black sword, the blade dark as pitch, and plunged downwards. A jerk from Acnologia’s head made his blade miss the dragon’s eye, scraping down the side of the dragon king’s face. But it didn’t matter. The dragon was dead.
Acnologia’s final attacks hadn’t been to strike at Arthur. Selene’s claw was emerging from Acnologia’s chest, the dragon’s heart one of the few organs not pulped by her attack. The Moon Dragon God was in her true form, as she reached out her claw and presented it to Arthur.
“I believe you can make this useful,” She said.
No one had died. Well, except for Acnologia. Skiadrum wouldn’t be walking for a few months, even with Grandeeney’s help, but even the shadow dragon had survived. Orion for all his injuries was a celestial spirit. He would be fine once he was summoned again, and his key hadn’t been shattered. Igneel and Grandeeney hadn’t even been wounded, and Metalicana’s wounds were light enough to not require healing - and that the dragon had refused it for the sake of the “proof of courage” it provided.
He hadn’t even had to use all his contingency plans. He’d not managed to use the Dorma Anim or the mark 2 version. He didn’t have to bring in the 7 destined dragon slayers. He didn’t need to call on that rune he’d spent hours trying to twist into his mind. No last minute stunt involving Gemini as a decoy, or final reliance on Horologium to survive a blast that’d have otherwise annihilated him. In the heat of the moment he’d even forgotten his staff he’d made to control dragons.
He’d fretted and worried and grown anxious over so many contingencies and possibilities. Made sure to stack everything he could in his favor. And when it came right down to it he’d forgotten half of it. Still earlier against Tartaros was a good example of what could have happened if he hadn’t made those back up plans. Better not to need them than to have things crumble all around him.
Taberius was upset that he hadn’t been allowed to prove himself against the greatest foe there ever would be to face. Minerva was a little miffed still at being left out. And Larcade Dragneel would be a problem when he got back to Alvarez.
Alvarez itself would be a problem. Arthur was its emperor by right of… the emperor declaring him his successor. Arthur had come to a clear decision. Ruling an empire was too much hassle. He didn’t want to be emperor. Normally Ajeel would have become emperor, but he’d have matured as a person as well. Arthur would need to think of who to appoint as his successor. He had no great desire to rule for the few years he had left in this world. Besides ruling for years and disappearing would only leave everything half down and further disordered. There was Ajeel's grandfather, given his role in Zeref’s administration and his bloodline he was a natural option if Ajeel was deemed too immature. There was August; whoever became the ruler would need his support. There was Irene. There were options. But Arthur truly didn’t know who to choose.
Still for all the destruction of the day, it would end in a night of celebration. Selene wouldn’t be denied in that. Not that Arthur was inclined to do so.
The days that followed were somewhat hectic. Arthur had an empire to dispose of. And while Selene wouldn’t mind it. It was ultimately to August that Arthur gave it. He offered it to Irene - she had experience as a queen - but she had hesitated, and obviously was not eager for the responsibility. August wasn’t either, but he resolved more quickly to take it. It was his father’s creation. It was his duty as a filial son to see it through to its end.
The Magic Council was not pleased by the destruction wrought in Maximus. Arthur wasn’t on the hook for it directly; stopping Tartaros and Cube at just that was recognized as a benefit to all mankind, and they were more concerned with hiding their own hand in it than anything else. Besides, it was obvious they were scared of him. Even though they were unaware of what had transpired since he fought Tartaros beyond that he had unsubstantiated claims of having slain Acnologia, he had powerful backing in the form of Selene and Edolas.
And there was what to do with Acnologia’s body. Selene had removed it to a dimension even Arthur was uncertain of so as to prevent the other dragons from consuming it. Igneel had seconded her decision that no one should consume the Dragon King’s flesh lest they be infected by his rage and hatred. The fact that Selene had given Arthur Acnologia’s heart with which to make a lacrima was a secret kept from even Igneel. But Arthur had a hard decision before him as to whether he wanted to risk implanting Acnologia’s lacrima into his body. Or find some safer means of utilizing it. Once he made it of course.
And there was the Cube. He had to destroy it. It was too dangerous of a weapon, and one he couldn’t control long term. Even if it was a shame, because it was such a powerful weapon. He had to destroy it quickly before he tried to keep it. Thankfully he possessed the power to do so.
There were the repairs of Maximus to consider. And Arthur’s position in Diabolos. And what to do next.
Diabolos was another celebration in the waiting. He could explain why it took him so long to return after killing Acnologia by the fact that he had needed to get proof he had done so to get the reward for the job, and had had to get the head, and keep it safe enough to deliver to Ishgar’s magic council.
While Georg and the guild were upset that he refused to share the dragon king’s flesh to increase their power, he had earned their trust enough that when he said it was a festering pile of cursed resentment to make the cursed ghost which hung even now over Kirin’s head look mild and tame, they were willing to accept that it might be dangerous. The fact that the guild’s cut of the reward for the job was a small fortune on its own didn’t hurt.
Still the return brought up questions as to where his loyalty lay and where his home was. He’d officially ceded Alvarez to August, with Bloodman and Irene as witnesses. He didn’t need to go back there. Not unless he wanted to see if he could become one of August’s Spriggan bodyguards.
Selene was in Edolas. It was her kingdom. As her consort… he didn’t have to rule. He could enjoy the easy life. At least till she started to ride him about dealing with the dragon gods. But Diabolos was where he’d gotten his start. It was Kiria who had taught him where to strike a dragon to stop it from roaring. Without that knowledge Acnologia might have been a much more deadly foe.
By the end of the evening he had made his decision. He had grown to like Diabolos, especially now that they showered him with respect. But Selene was beautiful, and the lap of luxury was pleasant. Still there was something he needed to learn from Wraith even now. He’d not be gone permanently.
But before he talked to Wraith. Before he tried to get Grandeeney to teach him healing magic. Before he hunted the Dragon Gods, he needed a vacation and he was going to take one. He was prepared to tell Selene just that when he returned to Edolas.
Selene was relaxing in the throne room when Arthur returned. A group of performers were showing off their gymnastic skills flipping and spinning, as she gestured him closer.
“I thought you were going to stay longer with your little dragon slayers,” She said with a teasing smile on her face. “Not that I mind the early return,” She placed a hand on his as he sat next to her and his fingers wrapped around it.
He moved a little closer than propriety really allowed in public, especially with an empress. “I associate the guild too much with work.”
“And here I thought you were going there to relax and hide from your duties to me.”
Arthur made himself shrug. “No, I was going there to deal with my duties to them.”
“Still this means we can go sooner than I thought.”
“I need a break. My nerves are shot. Tartaros, Zeref, Acnologia in one day was too much. I still feel like my heart is pounding, I can’t go hunting the dragon gods till I get some real rest and relaxation.”
“I meant to go and see Ishgar. I was driven forth 400 years ago. I thought we could both enjoy a little vacation down there.”