Castlevania of the Pigeons from Fairy Tail

Chapter 67 Imperial Celebration
The capital of the Albareth Empire - Vesdalion.

Bang bang, bang bang——

The sound of fireworks and cannons resonated in the air, bursts of white and red smoke spread, the flags of the empire fluttered in the wind, and the Albares emblems looked like hideous and flashing monsters.

The people who swarmed in suppressed their rising emotions, raised their heads with red faces, and looked up at the city wall that cast a tall shadow.

Are you here? Are you coming?

After a long time, a figure appeared on the battlements. He smiled appropriately, raised his hand and waved to the people of the empire.

His Majesty the Emperor! His Majesty the Emperor Superrigan! His Majesty has truly returned!
At this moment, the enthusiasm of all the people crowded here was ignited, their emotions quickly intertwined and spread, and the noisy shouts burned like a raging flame to the top of the city wall.

The fully armed imperial soldiers held up their shields and spears, standing in dense rows, but they could only barely stop the advance of their people, like a small boat struggling in the rolling waves.

"Emperor" Jellal did not make any expression. He still smiled, still waved, still nodded, and still looked at his people who were releasing their passionate emotions towards him with his gentle eyes.

This is the Albares Empire, his one-man empire. Without him, this empire could not have been built and could not have been maintained to this day.

He can fully enjoy this overwhelming support without any shame.

"Silence—" After a long pause, "General Winter" Inbel walked up to a corner of the tower. He adjusted his glasses, his signature ice-blue braid draped over his right shoulder. "Our great, supreme emperor is about to speak."

The magical device designed and installed by "Judge" Val amplified the voices of his "fellow twelve shield guardians" and transmitted them to various key points in the royal capital, ensuring that everyone in every corner could hear them.

The people of the Empire all thought that Val was the tall man with onion hair, but in fact it was just his mechanical substitute.

The real Val was hiding in the darkness on the city wall. Hunchbacked and unshaven, he was operating another creaking magic device, monitoring and eavesdropping on every noteworthy corner of the celebration.

Inbel made some distance and bowed towards his "Emperor".

Jellal walked forward and stood in front of Val's mechanical masterpiece, waiting for the people's fiery roars to slowly die down before he spoke slowly.

His every word and every action made the people below the city wall stare intently and look excited.

Not far behind him stood the "Twelve Holy Shields" who had gathered together for a rare occasion. Each of them had a solemn and serious expression as they listened quietly to the "Emperor's Returning Speech."

The "Demon King" Endymion was naturally among them. He had flowing golden hair and a handsome face. Wearing a new set of robes, he looked radiant and dazzling. He would probably be the dream lover of many women in the empire.

He actually didn't like such celebrations, didn't like such occasions, and even more didn't like standing there stupidly, listening to Jellal's rather long speech. His heart was still on "Castlevania".

Gildarts has reached the third level. Can the demons of Hades' Gate stop him? Or will Endymion himself be required to take charge of the Heart Palace?
Where is Natsu charging now? Has he calmed down?

Endymion actually wanted to reveal "Castlevania" and check the movements of "Fairy Tail Sirius Group", but he never had the chance to hide it, after all, he was surrounded by the "Twelve Holy Shields".

With so many eyes watching him, he couldn't do anything to offend or disobey the emperor.

More importantly, the "War Princess" Dimalia was standing next to him. If this twin sister saw him secretly taking out "Castlevania", she would definitely report it to Inbel immediately.

In this regard, he believed that his sister could definitely do it, because Dimalia was such a person. At this moment, he was absent-minded and suddenly realized that the corner of his clothes was pulled. He turned his head and saw Dimalia winking at him.

Timaria also had short golden hair and a very heroic temperament. However, after seeing Endymion wearing such a robe, she mischievously used magic to make him wear an identical set.

They look alike and wear the same style of robes, so they are almost each other's clones. Many people can't tell them apart at first glance.

Demaria nodded to her right and tilted her body so that Endymion could see Brandish of the "Falling Nation" standing there.

Brandish, with her green bob and bangs, lowered her head, her eyes seemingly fixed on the exposed toes of her sandals. Her cape hung to her ankles, with fluffy edges.

But from that angle, her ample breasts would probably block the view, so she was probably in a daze.

She looked glum, her brows slightly furrowed.

What? Endymion asked Dimaria with his eyes.

Should I be the one asking what you guys are doing? Dimalia asked back with the same look.

Something must have happened in "Castlevania", but you didn't tell me. The only clue I know is that the woman named Lucy Heartfilia seems to be very important to Brandish.

Endymion raised an eyebrow and replied with a look: "Don't you boast of your close relationship with Blanche? If so, then find a way to dig information out of her yourself."

Dimaria narrowed her eyes and used a threatening look: Brandish refuses to say anything... There must be some secret between you two. If you don’t tell me, I will pester you today.

Endymion couldn't help but snort coldly, his eyes filled with provocation and contempt, as if to say, if you have the guts, keep pestering me.

This time it was Timaria's turn to feel a little red and warm.

At this moment, the "Magic King" August suddenly turned around and looked at the twins scrutinizingly, but found nothing unusual.

It turned out that Timalia and Endymion, the brother and sister who had a tacit understanding, decisively ended their eye contact and returned to their previous expressions the moment Auguste turned his head.

The white-haired August held a magic wand with a black oval magic crystal on top in his right hand, and gently stroked the long beard that hung down to his chest with his left hand.

Just now, some kind of spiritual intuition made him vaguely feel the small movements between the twins behind him, but when he turned around, he didn't see what they did.

He could actually use his "magic ears" to listen to what was in their hearts, or even directly question the twins, but there was no need to do so. As long as the twins stopped acting weird, he wouldn't have to pursue the issue to the end.

On the contrary, Brandish seemed so distracted that she didn't even notice that August was looking her up and down.

Augustus noticed Brandish's emotional fluctuations and frowned, but he did not make any extra movements or say any extra words, and turned his head away again.

The celebration continues and the "Emperor" is still speaking.

(End of this chapter)