Chapter 94

“Macaov, Itachi come up and talk about how to deal with the Magic Council.”

After everyone had discussed various policies and set a general direction for their collective advance, Oba Babasama directly called out Makarov's name.

Everyone turned to Macao, their eyes clearly filled with amusement; as the person who interacted most with the Magic Council across the Fiore Kingdom, Macao was fully deserving of delivering the speech alone.

No one in the entire Fiore Kingdom understood how to deal with the Magic Council better than he did.

*Plop~*

Macao’s snot bubble burst, causing him to lurch forward—then he instantly stopped, rubbing his eyes as he looked toward Mo En.

“Mo En, is the meeting over?”

Macao asked, having fallen asleep long ago, just minutes after Oba Babasama began speaking.

“How could it be over? Itachi haven’t given your speech yet.”

Mo En sighed helplessly, but he understood why Grandpa Macao had dozed off—Oba’s speech was unbearably tedious! Her mouth never stopped chattering, and her topics wandered endlessly.

Not even Macao, let alone Mo En himself, would’ve stayed awake if this weren’t his first time here—if he hadn’t been genuinely curious about the meeting’s content.

“Oh right, the speech!”

At Mo En’s reminder, Macao snapped to attention, stood up, and walked onto the stage, completely unfazed by the amused glances around him.

Macao stepped onto the podium and swapped places with Oba; both were short, and the small stool Oba had been standing on was just the right height for him—otherwise he’d have needed magic to grow taller.

Once on stage, Macao quickly settled into his role, cleared his throat, and tried to recall his prepared speech—but not a single word came to mind; after his nap, he’d forgotten it entirely.

So Macao simply began improvising—he hadn’t brought his script, so improvisation was his only option now.

“Ahem. Regarding the Magic Council, I’ll emphasize only three points.”

Seeing everyone watching him, Macao’s expression turned serious.

“First, as long as Itachi follow the rules, Itachi have nothing to fear from them.

Second, always prioritize your guild members—even if that means breaking a few regulations, it’s fine; just accept the fines and punishments afterward.

Third, try to place at least a few of our people inside the Council. That way, if anything happens, they can lend a hand. As a neutral magical superpower, Fiore has an enormous number of mage guilds—we should have far greater influence within the Magic Council.”

Macao spoke whatever came to mind, making Mo En’s eyelids twitch—he was certain that if the Magic Council heard this, Grandpa Macao would be writing another apology letter.

*What the hell? Why isn’t he reading from the script?!*

Mo En couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose—the original draft certainly didn’t say this!

He’d read it before; the speech was perfectly normal, drafted by Airo-sis, full of harmony and diplomacy.

It mainly discussed how the regional guild alliance should cooperate with the Magic Council to better manage Fiore’s mage guilds—its wording was thoroughly official, utterly safe, and Macao was only supposed to read it aloud.

But Macao ignored the script entirely and launched into his own wild rant—genuine, yes, but brutally disrespectful!

“Macao! Itachi can’t say things like that!”

Oba Babasama couldn’t hold back, speaking from the side—your “Fairy Tail” people can do as Itachi please, but don’t drag everyone else into your chaos; not every guild has the foundation that “Fairy Tail” does.

“Uh, I was just speaking off the cuff.”

Macao said no more; after delivering his three points, he stepped down from the podium as if his speech were already complete.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, the little old man walked back to his seat with his hands behind his back, slow and leisurely, exuding the air of a detached master.

Most mage guilds dealt with the Magic Council by cooperating—after all, the Council never intervened directly in management; as long as guilds didn’t break their rules, they didn’t care. Not every guild interacted with the Council as frequently as “Fairy Tail.”

Most guilds only contacted the Magic Council for joint missions or reporting dark guild information—routine minor issues never reached their attention.

Thus, Macao’s shocking remarks truly startled many guild leaders—was this how major guilds treated the Magic Council? So openly disrespectful?!

But it wasn’t *that* disrespectful—Macao had stressed obeying all rules and regulations, except in the heat of battle, where it was genuinely unavoidable.

“Fairy Tail” caused so much trouble, yet all they got was scolding from the Council and forced apology letters from Macao.

The key reason? They knew their limits—they only caused “excessive collateral damage” during fights.

It sounded serious, well, the destruction really *was* severe—but it never crossed actual moral boundaries.

What *were* the actual moral boundaries?

Guilds waging war against each other, harming civilians.

These were absolute no-go zones—even major guilds faced brutal punishment if they crossed them: dissolution, expulsion, branding as dark guilds—all perfectly normal.

That’s precisely why dark guilds *were* dark guilds—they constantly violated these bottom lines.

“If Itachi ‘Fairy Tail’ keep acting like this, Itachi’ll eventually be branded a dark guild—and then we’ll all unite to destroy Itachi!”

Oba Babasama stood on the podium, furious at Macao’s outrageous speech. She’d planned to wrap up the meeting after Macao gave his brief remarks—it had been a smooth conclusion to her duties.

But now Macao had dropped a bomb, leaving her, the chairperson, deeply embarrassed—word of this couldn’t get tied to “Serpent’s Scale” too; they’d always followed the rules.

Besides, she was actively lobbying for Jura Rekis’s nomination as one of the Ten Saint Mages—she couldn’t afford to alienate the Magic Council.

Look at Gildarts of “Fairy Tail”—his power was undeniable, yet he’d never earned a “title.” That had to be tied to “Fairy Tail”’s terrible reputation!

Oba Babasama thought this silently—if it weren’t for the fallout, she believed the Magic Council would gladly strip Macao’s own “Ten Saint Mage” title too—but that was, of course, utterly impossible.

First, Macao himself was too famous—a true legendary elder, untouchable. Second, his third point was painfully accurate: placing people inside the Magic Council *did* work!

There were already “Fairy Tail”-affiliated council members who regularly spoke up for them.

Though she scolded Macao aloud, Oba Babasama didn’t think his words were wrong—she just knew these truths weren’t meant for public speech.

Macao paid no mind to Oba’s complaints—he simply thought: give the Magic Council ten thousand courage, they’d never dare brand “Fairy Tail” a dark guild; that would shatter the entire order of the Fiore Kingdom.

This minor incident passed; aside from shaking the guild leaders present, it had no other impact.

Oba Babasama, scowling, delivered a brief closing statement and declared the regular meeting officially over.

Normally, a banquet followed such meetings—but this time, clearly, there would be none; everyone simply packed up and left.

(End of Chapter)