Chapter 118: A Wizard Saint, not bad.

Chapter 118: A Wizard Saint, not bad.

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[Adam C. POV.]

After my brief talk with the King, I was given the Wizard Saint insignia/medal that came with the title.

As far as the medal. Well.

The Wizard Saint medal was a dazzling piece, an embodiment of my new responsibility, but it was a weight I bore without concern.

The sheen of white gold, embossed with the emblem of the Council, gleamed under the sunlight, almost seeming to pulse with a life of its own.

I couldn't help but wonder how the old man would react when he learned of this.

"I guess I will find out soon enough," I chuckled.

Upon leaving the Council's building, I was greeted by the bustling cityscape. Vendors hawking their wares, families and friends out for a late afternoon stroll, street performers entertaining clusters of spectators, in short the city thrummed with the rhythm of ordinary city life.

I might even buy an apartment here. I had more than enough income now for that kind of decision.

Chuckling at the thought, I made my way through the winding streets, unhurried, soaking in the city's vibrance.

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, my gaze roaming the sights and sounds.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Having a house for vacation purposes, a Gildarts free home.

The setting sun painted a warm glow over the city, making it look like a scene straight out of a canvas.

Before long, the docks were in sight. The smell of sea salt mingled with the scent of fresh fish, seagulls cawed in the distance, and the lapping of waves against the hulls of ships formed a soothing harmony.

I paused for a moment, breathing in the scene. The sight of the endless horizon, the sparkling water reflecting the dying embers of the day, held a strange calming effect.

Perhaps I was tired, but who cared?

Pushing those thoughts aside I boarded the ship.

Natsu came barreling out of the ship's room, a wide grin on his face. His scarf fluttered behind him as he skidded to a halt, and upon seeing the insignia in my hand, his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Heh! So the big guy got even bigger, huh?" Natsu called out, his grin widening. "That's awesome!"

In a split second, his jovial demeanor shifted, replaced with the fire of challenge as flames erupted around him. Grinning he raised his fists, his eyes ablaze with eager anticipation, mirroring the flames that had started to dance around him.

"I don't care if you're a Wizard Saint, or a Wizard potato now, I'll still take you down! Let's have a match, right here, right now!" Natsu challenged, his voice echoing around the docks. He was practically vibrating with energy, his body radiating heat as his magic filled the air.

Laughing, I held up my hand in a placating gesture. "Maybe later, flaming gecko, I'm tired."

For a moment, Natsu just stared at me, his fiery aura flickering in disbelief. Then, his eyes widened, and he pointed at me, looking scandalized. "Flaming gecko?!" he squawked, incredulous. "I'm a dragon, not a gecko!"

At this, the others burst into laughter at Natsu's outrage, in turn making his face turn beet-red, an amusing contrast to his flaming hair.

That said, the dragon slayer couldn't help but grin despite himself. So with a playful scowl, he crossed his arms and huffed, "Fine, I'll wait! But I'm not going easy on you!"

I rolled my eyes.

As if I needed that.

With laughter still ringing in the air, and nothing more to do in the city, we settled in for the journey back to Magnolia.

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The ship creaked and groaned as it began to move, the sail billowing out as it caught the wind.

Yawning, I leaned on the railing, watching as the city shrunk in the distance, while hearing Natsu groaned in unbearable pain.

Natsu's suffering aside, it was a beautiful sight, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, its golden rays reflecting off the waters.

"Please... make it end..." Natsu groaned, but like always, Erza would knock him down when his cries for help got too loud, silencing his pain for the next few hours.

Natsu finally silenced, we were allowed to enjoy the sight before us to the fullest extent.

The sea was calm, the waves gently lapping against the sides of the ship, their rhythm a soothing melody. Seagulls squawked overhead, their calls carried away by the salty breeze.

Then, after putting the out of commission Dragon Slayer in one of the rooms, the others soon joined me at the railing, their faces illuminated by the fading sunlight.

I smiled.

I can't wait to be back home.