Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

Gran Doma took a deep breath.

After listening to Nate's explanation, he fully understood the current situation: Tartaros had been dismantled, and the Magic Council members were all safe.

“Fortunately, no major disaster occurred,” he muttered, feeling relieved.

“What are your plans, Chairman?” Nate asked. “Your body is preserved in one of the Council facilities. Once your soul returns, you can be revived.”

Gran Doma shook his head, his expression weary. “I’m tired. All I want now is to retire. This incident was my responsibility, and I’ll bear it alone.”

He sighed deeply. “With the Ten Wizard Saints Council now in place, there’s no need to worry about maintaining order. Once I’ve recovered, I’ll submit my resignation.”

Resigning voluntarily was the dignified choice.

Even if his soul returned to his body and he was revived, Gran Doma understood that he had no chance of reclaiming his position as Chairman.

After all, the attack on the Magic Council had occurred under his watch, and he bore the ultimate responsibility.

Nate’s expression turned subtly complex. He recalled that the last time the Council had been attacked, it was Grimoire Heart that had done it.

The outcome then was that Crawford Seam, the Chairman at the time, lost his position.

Gran Doma had taken over and reorganized the Council.

Now, this incident had led the Ten Wizard Saints to step in directly to form the current Council.

“Well, let’s take you back to the Council,” Nate said simply, turning to Precht. “I’ll leave the rest here to you, Second Master.”

With those words, a flash of golden light enveloped Nate and Gran Doma as they vanished.

Upon returning to the Council, Nate immediately arranged for Gran Doma’s soul to be reintegrated with his body.

After his “revival,” Gran Doma expressed his gratitude. “Thank you, Nate. If not for you, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“You’re still badly injured,” Nate replied. “Focus on recovering for now. You can handle your resignation once you’re back on your feet.”

Gran Doma was then escorted to the hospital for treatment.

…

The Next Day – The Ten Wizard Saints Council

At the meeting, Chairwoman Ur smiled and asked, “Nate, you brought Gran Doma’s soul back last night?”@@novelbin@@

“He’s recovering in the hospital,” Nate confirmed, briefing everyone on the former Chairman’s condition. He then added, “For the foreseeable future, the Ten Wizard Saints Council will need to continue its operations.”

Saint #2, Hyberion, frowned in annoyance. “More work...”

Hyberion, dressed in a vampire-like outfit, sipped from a goblet filled with milk. He looked around forty years old but carried himself with an air of timeless exhaustion.

“You’re welcome to step down,” Nate teased with a grin.

Hyberion scoffed but said nothing. With everyone else still seated, he knew he couldn’t justify withdrawing. However, he couldn’t help envying Serena, the leader of the Four Heavenly Kings. Ever since Serena had disappeared after pursuing Zeref, no one had any idea where he was or what he was doing.

“Let’s start today’s meeting and wrap it up quickly,” Hyberion grumbled. “I still need to go home and take care of my kids.”

Nate chuckled internally. Such a family man.

Ur crossed her legs elegantly and smiled. “Alright then. Today’s agenda begins with the sentencing of the demons from Tartaros. What are everyone’s thoughts?”

Ur’s voice had barely faded when Saint #3, Wolfheim, spoke up decisively.

“Death penalty! Just destroy those demon books, and they’ll be gone for good. Their immortality is only as strong as those texts.”

He turned to Nate. “You’ve got the books, don’t you?”

Nate nodded. “Of the Nine Demon Gates, I have the books for all but one.”

Then, with a subtle shift in tone, he added, “But I suggest imprisoning them instead. The demons don’t use magic; they use curses. For example...”

He raised his right hand, summoning black flames of cursed energy that crackled and danced in his palm.

“This power is worth studying.”

“I agree,” said Warrod Sequen with a smile. “Curses are fascinating. So, what’s your proposal, Nate?”

“In the past, the Council had a Bureau of Magical Development, didn’t it? I’d like to establish something similar—a Cursed Technique Institute.”

Nate’s voice was firm and confident. “We’ll build a prison on Cube Island. It’ll function as both a detention facility and a research institute.”

“The head of the institute,” Nate continued, “should be Precht.”

“And as for the warden... let me introduce someone.”

Nate gestured for Cobra, who stood at the door, to bring the person in.

Creak.

Cobra pushed open the door and led someone into the meeting room.

“Nate-sama, the person has been brought in.”

“Thank you.”

Nate nodded and introduced the newcomer. “This is Absolute Zero Silver, one of the Nine Demon Gates. His real name is Silver Fullbuster, and he’s the father of our Fairy Tail member, Gray Fullbuster.”

Silver grinned and glanced at Ultear. “I’m very grateful that you took in my son and taught him Ice Make Magic.”

Ur rested her chin on her hand, her expression curious. “But aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“There are a hundred corpses like me, all experiments of the necromancer Keyes. I’m the only successful one,” Silver explained calmly.

Although he had originally been controlled by Keyes—now reduced to nothing more than a book—Silver was no longer under anyone’s command.

“Normally, I wouldn’t even be able to move,” Silver continued. “I’d just return to being a lifeless corpse. Right now, I’m only active thanks to Nate’s power.”

The room turned their attention to Nate, who offered a small smile. “I’m just lending him some cursed energy. He’s my friend’s father—I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

“Gray’s father?” Makarov murmured, his brow furrowed. “So, you’re suggesting he become the warden?”

“Exactly,” Nate confirmed with a nod.

Ur spoke up immediately. “Then let’s put it to a vote.”

The result was swift.

Including the chairwoman, there were eight members present, totaling 8.5 votes. The motion passed unanimously.

Under the jurisdiction of the Magic Council, the Cursed Techniques Institute was officially established.

Precht was appointed as its director, and Silver became its warden.

The prisoners? All demons.

Of course, the Cursed Techniques Institute was merely a front. In reality, its primary purpose was to provide Nate with a steady supply of cursed energy. Researching curses was secondary. Any breakthroughs would be a bonus. If none were made, it didn’t matter—after all, the funding came entirely from the Magic Council’s budget, and Nate didn’t have to spend a dime.

With that matter resolved, the meeting moved on to the next topic.

“The Assault Force performed admirably during this operation,” Nate began. “I propose awarding them the Medal of Honor to recognize their bravery.”

“Additionally,” Nate continued, “regarding Precht: as the former master of Grimoire Heart, he voluntarily surrendered and disbanded the guild.”

“Not only that, but with his immense strength, he personally captured the Underworld King, Mard Geer.”

“In essence, he single-handedly took down two of the Balam Alliance’s three major Dark Guilds. Such an achievement cannot be ignored.”

“Madam Chairwoman, I propose awarding him the Saint Wizard’s Medal!”

The room fell silent.

Ur remained composed, but the other members were stunned.

Warrod Sequen broke the silence with a wry smile. “I might enjoy a good joke, but Nate, you’ve really outdone me this time.”

“I’m not joking, Elder Warrod.” Nate smiled serenely.

Makarov sighed, pressing his hand to his forehead. “Is this really appropriate? Second Master’s contributions are indeed extraordinary, but if he becomes one of the Ten Wizard Saints, what will the public think?”

“Who cares!” Wolfheim snapped irritably. “It’s clear that you Fairy Tail folks have been planning this all along. Soon enough, the Magic Council will just be an extension of your guild.”

“Come now, that’s why we vote,” Ur said with a sweet smile. “After all, that’s what this council is for, isn’t it?”

“Then let’s vote. Those in favor, raise your hand.”

Nate raised his hand immediately.

Makarov followed without hesitation, and Warrod, after a brief moment of contemplation, also raised his hand.

Watching the coordinated actions of the Fairy Tail faction, Wolfheim waved dismissively and abstained.

“I agree as well,” Jura said with a resigned sigh. It wasn’t like his vote would make a difference.

Hyberion calmly sipped his milk before finally raising his hand.

The result was clear:

7.5 votes in favor, 1 abstention.

Precht was officially named the Tenth Wizard Saint!

When everyone saw this, their expressions were a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

“Nate, you’re absolutely doing whatever you please!”