Façade | Jerza

4 | Jellal the Wizard Saint

Year X782

Erza walked through the quiet corridors of Era with Jellal at her side. "Where are we going? Did our guild do something wrong?"

Jellal had lately been wearing elegant attire. He usually donned a long black frock-coat with a standing collar. Large straps went below his waist with a buckle that closed in on a dark shirt underneath. His black loose pants were tucked into laced boots of the same colour. She had to admit the outfit suit him well. Nobody else could pull it off as good as Jellal. He laughed at her assumption, perhaps because it was normal for Natsu to pay a visit once in a while.

"No, he did nothing of the sort. We're here for a reason other than submitting an apology to the council."

"And what reason would that be?"

He approached a window, realizing there was a crowd surrounding the headquarters of the Magic Council. Word of his promotion to a Wizard Saint reached fast, and it wouldn't be long before the entirety of Ishgar would revere him as a saint. It was not his ideal objective, gaining a title didn't really change anything about him as a person.

Grand doors opened to a banquet hall full of people chatting. The place was only full of powerful mages and the Fairy Tail guildhall. He recognized some people from Lamia Scale, Twilight Ogre, Quatro Cerberus, and Blue Pegasus. At the banquet hall's front, all the Magic Council members assembled.

Erza gasped, "This was a party, and I didn't know? This shouldn't be a surprise, Jellal. I didn't buy a dress for this occasion!"

Erza got worked over dresses whenever it came to parties, which was adorable. "It's not that formal of a party, but sure. You'll find out in due time."

Makarov was howling loudly with Simon and Millianna, who eyed the two S-Class mages entering.

"My goodness, Jellal! You look great for your coronation." Makarov drank out of a bottle of vodka, littering it on the floor once he drank the contents.

The redhead gawked at him, "You're kidding, right?"

"Oh course not, he's becoming a Wizard Saint!"

"How come nobody told me about this? I would've dressed much nicer for the event!"

She requipped into a white ball gown with a matching lily on the left side of her hair. The dress complimented her well, and now she fit in with everyone. Nevermind Jellal's comment, this coronation screamed extravagant.

Erza turned to her heel, and took a seat beside Mirajane and Cana, who were merrily chatting away. They noticed her anxious behavior, and the two ladies smirked. After Lisanna's death, Mirajane started dressing up more appropriately, and her hairstyle changed. Usually, she tied the front strands up, but today she let them down for the momentous occasion.

Mirajane dreamily observed the guild members enjoying themselves. "I knew Jellal was strong, but I never thought he would become one of the strongest mages in the continent at such a young age."

Erza watched him converse with mages of renowned guilds, who politely bowed before talking with him. They met each other's gaze, and Jellal smiled. She returned the gesture while Mirajane caught Jellal staring off before coming back into focus.

"Master told me I can try drinking at this party. Aw yeah!" Cana yelled, seizing a bottle.

Erza stole it away from her, much to the brunette's dismay. She reached out towards Erza, trying to grab the glass bottle from the S-Class mage. "You need to control your drinking habits, it's not good for you."

"Then take away Wakaba's pipe! That's even worse than my drinking."

Mirajane giggled, "He's over thirty, and you're under eighteen, there's a huge difference Cana."