In a building on the outskirts of Clover Town, practically all the Guild Masters of the Mage guilds had gathered. This was the venue for the regular meeting of the Guild Masters' Alliance.
At that moment, Makarov was still sitting at the table, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a goblet of wine in the other, chatting comfortably with Bob.
"Master Makarov, Master Makarov, Miss Mirajane has written to you."
Chapter 93