Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

The unknown whispers faded away, and Hal gradually woke up from his dream.

The darkness in the dream still lingered in his heart, the vague whispers seemed to come from a distant abyss, and the feeling of uneasiness lingered.

The skylight shone through the heavy curtains, slanting on his rock-hard muscles, and the sunlight outlined his strong outline, warm and dazzling.

He sat up, his joints made a slight sound, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

Turning his eyes to the bed, Mira was still immersed in her dreams, and her white arms accidentally slipped out of the quilt.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Hal couldn't help but show a soft smile at the corner of his mouth.

Last night, she seemed to have noticed his emotions and responded with extra enthusiasm.

He left the bed quietly and walked to the window.

The world outside was quiet, and the blue sky made people feel a little peaceful.

But Hal's heart could not calm down. Today was the last day of the Great Demon Fighting Martial Arts.

"Last night, the main body did not come back for a long time. What happened?"

The voice of the servant came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, you should wash up."

"Just put it at the door." Hal's response was low, but it also broke the silence in the room.

Mira slowly woke up, her soft eyes opened a slit, and she lazily looked at Hal who was looking out the window, and didn't want to get up in a daze.

At this time, the air suddenly twisted, and a crisp voice sounded: "Morning, Hal."

Mavis's figure quietly appeared behind him, her expression as playful as ever.

Hal shook his head helplessly, his eyes turned from the blue sky outside the window back to Mavis

"You always like to appear suddenly like this, don't you know that it will scare people?"

Mavis shook her ahoge gently, showing an innocent expression: "If I knock on the door, there will be no surprise!"

Hal sighed silently, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

He knew that Mavis's arrival was not just to chat with him.

He was about to speak when a gentle call came from behind.

"First generation...?" Mira sat up from the bed and rubbed her eyes in confusion. Her fair skin was still wrapped in the quilt, revealing a hint of laziness and innocence.

She obviously didn't expect to see Mavis at this time, especially in her and Hal's room.

"Good morning, first generation~"

Mavis was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red in an instant, and she waved her hands in a panic: "Ah...Mira, good morning, no, I, I, I didn't mean it! I'll leave immediately!"

She dived into the sunlight outside the window like a flustered little bird, and the illusory figure disappeared in the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

Hal looked at Mavis's flustered departure helplessly, and muttered softly: "Really, she is usually very smart, but now she is so reckless..."

Mira covered her mouth and chuckled, sitting up: "Our first generation president is really cute, sometimes smart like a fairy, and sometimes so confused."

Hal reached out and gently pinched her cheek, with a doting tone: "You are right, she is a weirdo."

"Then your relationship is really good." Mira pouted slightly, revealing a hint of jealousy in her tone.

Hal hugged her unceremoniously, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently: "Nonsense, no one can shake your position in my heart."

Mira's face flushed slightly, she snorted softly, fell into Hal's arms, and let him hold her tighter.

The two of them stayed together for a while, until the servant whispered a reminder outside the door, Hal let go of Mira, got up and put on his clothes.

He walked to the hanger and his eyes fell on the black coat that symbolized the power of rule. The coat was heavy, and the decoration on the shoulders seemed to exude invisible majesty.

He put it on solemnly, and then put on the black crown that symbolized the highest power.

The sunlight poured in from the window and fell on the crown, like an invisible halo, wrapping his figure in a solemn atmosphere.

"The original body cannot return. Now, I need to do something..."

Mira stood aside and watched Hal complete every move quietly.

Her eyes were full of affection and respect, as if she was watching a hero about to go to the battlefield.

Hal looked back and saw her expression, smiled slightly, walked over and asked softly: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to put on your clothes and go down with me?"

Mira blinked and said mischievously: "I was just thinking that our Hal is always so handsome, I can't get used to it."

Hal chuckled, walked to Mira, helped her put on her clothes, and then naturally extended his arm.

Mira smiled and took his hand, and the two walked towards the door side by side.The door opened, and the outside world instantly became solemn.

The magnificent hall came into view, with hundreds of imperial magic guards and maids standing neatly on both sides of the hall, all with their heads down, not daring to look directly at Hal's face.

Hal's footsteps were slow but firm, and every step seemed to resonate with the earth.

The sound of heels hitting the floor echoed in the hall, accompanied by the invisible pressure in the air, making everyone present feel depressed and awed.

"Send an order." Hal's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the hall, "Mobilize one million imperial troops on the southwest border and march to Kulokas immediately."

"Yes!" Several imperial magic guards in black armor responded in unison, and then their figures dissipated in the air like black mist, quickly conveying the order.

Mira still held Hal's hand, her palm was soft and warm, in sharp contrast to Hal's rough and strong hand.

Hal felt her touch and turned his head slightly to look at Mira. The gentle look gave him an invisible power.

"No matter what the future holds, I will protect everyone." Hal whispered to himself. This sentence was not only a promise to Mira, but also a vow to all those who believed in him.

His eyes became as firm as a rock, as if he had made up his mind: Even if, in the future, the gods want to stop me.