Let the Mages Gather!!

As he watched all of them disappear, the Emperor narrowed his eyes before opening another portal of his own.

Urahara looked over:

"It seems your Majesty is leaving."

Marek opened up his hands, revealing his broad back:

"Well…I can't always stay, having fun all the time."

"The first days should be a little calm."

"I will get back when things get interesting."

Urahara looked over solemnly, as he looked up. His eyes a little somber, thoughtful. Seeing the Emperor leaving back.

He somehow couldn't resist the urge to ask:

"Are we really all kidding ourselves?"

"Is this peace we fought so hard for today…"

"…really this intolerable?"

Marek who was about to leave, stopped mid-way. His side profile faced Urahara, as his pupils moved to the corner of his eyes. He observed this man.

For the first time, he seemed a little lost.

It was not easy to see such an expression on someone like Urahara.

The Emperor adorned a faint smile:

"There is a sentence. I always used to say, to my younger brothers."

"Any problem in the world, is the result of someone ability or inability to do something."

"Any calamity…Any deformation, any unhappiness. Either come from someone's ability or come from someone's inability or unwillingness to change it."

"Be it something as rudimentary as the need for happiness or something as fundamental as death, causality, time and prosperity."

"Everything that exists….is in this scope."

"The state of Soul Society is also in this scope."

"Either someone has the ability to change all the fundamental laws of the world and doesn't, and actively protects it."

"Or…Simply no one can."

As the Emperor made his last step his left a last sentence:

"I know what kind of being I want to be."

"I wonder which category are you?"

Leaving these words, the Emperor disappeared.

Back at the Imperial Capital.

The Emperor saw his First Vizir waiting for him.

"Lelouch."

The handsome man smiled mildly:

"It seems all went well, your majesty."

Marek nodded:

"My four first knights are all recruited."

"Until, Esdeath ends her assignment in the Mist, and my visit to the Nasuverse."

"This should be it, for now."

Lelouch eyes gleamed with wonder:

"Is Guts really, okay?"

Marek sat lightly on his throne:

"You should call him, the Knight of Berserk."

Lelouch asked:

"How much did power did he gather?"

Marek smiled faintly:

"Enough to rival the Marshalls."

Lelouch eyes opened up in fright!!

"That…!! How could it be?!!"

"This is the Infinite Izanami."

"How could he keep his sanity after all this time?!"

"What kind of freak is that?!!"

It could be seen from the fright of Lelouch, how vehement the feat of Guts was.

What kind of will one should have tempered to survive such monstrosities?!!

He laughed lightly:

"Who said he was sane?"

"Is sanity even necessary for Guts to function properly?"

He then stopped for a while, before asking:

"How are the things in Earthland?"

Lelouch responded immediately:

"The Whole Guilitina is under the Control of the Empire."

"The Whole country has been rebuilt from scratch."

"…The devils have done beautiful work."

"From basic infrastructure, to teleportation arrays, to magical and modern technology."

"The People are discovering the glory of the Empire."

The Emperor narrowed his eyes before standing once again:

"Since the Knights are over."

"Let's take care of the Mages."

"Send Mercedes over. Let all my mages gather."

His eyes swept over as he called over:

"Altair."

A hooded man knelt by his side:

"Your Majesty."

Marek nodded lightly:

"How is Eivor's task?"

Altair amber eyes gleamed with austerity:

"It had been accomplished."

"A Castle has been built in your name."

" 'In Britania, on top of the ruins of Belialuin, the city of the Mages has been rebuilt."

"By, the Sigil of 'Truth', 'Restart' Magic."

"A castle has been built in your majesty's taste."

"And a portal to the Purgatory has been built."

The Emperor nodded, then showed a light sneer:

"Did we have any visitors?"

"Not at the moment, neither The Goddess clan nor the Demon Clan seem to have noticed us."

"But the Human countries might."

Marek titled his head:

"The Human countries already have."

His eyes then gradually become cold, frosty as if hiding disgust:

"After all, they do have 'her'."

He stood up:

"It's time. Gather all my mages."

Edolas, Alvarez Empire.

The News of the Abdication of Emperor Springan resounded like a thunder in the whole Continent.

For such a powerful and invincible figure to just fade away in the annals of history was enough to shock the whole Edolas.

Be it in the depths of Fiore or in the continent of Ishgar.

All felt that violent undercurrents were brewing slowly under the news.

The concerned was much more relaxed.

Cruising on the night, as he admired his empty throne room.

He smiled faintly, it was not the façade like and weak like smile he usually had.

In his eyes could be seen deep relief, and serenity.

He looked over the bright moon shining over the realm.

This World, this life that he hated so much, seemed much brighter these days.

The exploits of the Atleasian Empire were relied to Zeref from different channels…

Skyscrapers reaching the sky…

Cultural buildings brimming with ancient solemnity…

Infrastructures, roads, magic cars…

Industry after the other, miracle after the other appeared.

Each little village became a city. Each city, a metropolis.

The Whole continent is linked with teleportation formations….Roads were built with the best materials.

It was as of the whole Continent leaped over centuries of progress in simply months' worth of time.

Praise of the Empire and of the Emperor roamed the Continent.

Imperial History began to enter the ears and the education of the young and the old.

The People of Gulitina are living in bliss…And pure happiness.

Embracing the Imperium like their own.

Zeref marched slowly…Memory after the other brewing in his mind…

His Little brother, his first love, his loss….

His Pain, his despair….

His longing for a better world.

He thought that he would spend his night like this…

Gazing at the Moon from his Balcony.

The dark Mage's eyes suddenly shrunk.

He could see, in the middle of the image of the Moon. A slender and beautiful figure was standing.

Her blue hair swaying gently to the woes of the Moonlight, the green tips at it's ends gave it an even nobler aura.

The Green glow moved with each strand of hair, bathing in Imperial Light!

It was like she was tainted with something beyond everything, beyond existence itself.

Her armor was sliver white, eclipsing the moon with it's brilliance.

But what made Zeref unable to move was undoubtedly….

'Those eyes….'

Her eyes glowed with Green and Silver hue. And suddenly Zeref felt like he was as naked as the day he was born.

In front of her gaze the gods had to blush, and the sky had to hide!!

The Gaze of the 'Eye Beyond' Knight, wasn't so easy to face.

Her slender hands were casually on the sheathed sword at her waist.

Not a Shred of Sword Intent could be felt from her cold and haughty eyes.

All of this, only happened from a miserable slither of time!!

"Are you, the Dark Mage, Zeref Dragneel?"