Romans & histoires Fairy Tail Guild Hall Inside

"But you're going to give it to them once you tell them who you really are. So it's just a matter of time difference. It's a good thing if you give them the alchemical pills now. They can increase their attainment now." Severin smiled, "Yes. What's your thought on Gallus Hall?" Sheila thought for a while before answering. "I think everyone in Gallus Hall is very united since they only recruit women. It's totally different from Taurus Hall. There's no drama here. Then again, this is just my opinion. I don't know if this is true or not. You better observe it yourself."

It’s okay, I promise not to tell anyone about it," she said and wink at me as if she was assuming that I knew what she was talking about. My confusion got worse, after all, to their eyes I was only a mere F-tier challenger. They wouldn't believe her even if she blurted it out. – The boss room appeared soon after. The guild members' nerves were at an all-time high. The room was definitely enormous the first time I visited here. The room, however, did not feel as large as it had the first time. It was due to the swarm of A-tier monsters that had taken up the entire chamber. They are in the thousands and encircle the region.

The atmosphere is even livelier inside, with various types of adventurers such as sword users, archers, mages, and spear-wielders. I looked around the interior of the guild. The floor seemed to be made of yellow limestone. At the far end of the room, there were three counter booths, each guarded by a woman. After the counter area, the remaining space was divided into two sections. On the right side was where adventurers would wait, with neatly arranged round tables about a meter apart. On the left side, it appeared to be a mission information board for adventurers. Many adventurers stood there, and there were six information boards lined up on the wall. I only observed the guild room briefly

“At least hear us out. Even if you don’t like it, knowledge is power, right? We have information.” She had a point. “Okay. What?” Claire immediately went into presentation mode. “As you know, the Sheaf houses all the guild offices. Every guild in the city is located in that one building. It goes down eight floors, and right at the bottom is a vault.” “Are you planning a heist? Because it sounds like you’re planning a heist.” “No,” said Claire. “Just listen. The vault is called the Guild Treasury, and all the guilds keep their valuable stuff in there.”

Linda placed an assuring hand on my shoulder, which seemed to calm me. I heaved a deep sigh and walked to the front of the hall. They said it was the most beautiful hall ever, even just by seeing the front. It was painted white, but everything looked majestic and had the same structure as the castle. When the doors opened, and we entered, my breath caught in my throat when I saw the hall's beauty. It was decorated in white and golden hues, with towering columns adorned with intricate carvings of fae wings and flowers. The ceiling soared high, painted with vibrant murals depicting the history of the fae, and golden chandeliers cast a warm, ethereal glow across the vast space. Arineth had told

It led into the guild's open plan office, which was separated from the visitor area by a long, scratched counter. There were half a dozen doors on the left. Conference rooms, small offices and Suzanne's realm. Suzanne was the heart of our guild, the woman who patched us all back up when we came back from a hunt and always gave us a lollipop as a reward. Well what should I say, she thought we were all her children. And if we didn't hear, we got an injection. It was a real shame that she was about to take her well-deserved retirement. I would definitely miss her. But our destination was the office at the end of the corridor. A sign by the door said: Jilin Halco, Master Venator.

I said into our bond. She shook her head. “You think Moddey Dhoo made it up?” She raised a paw. The palace’s entrance hall was breathtaking, making me lose track of my conversation with Beki. Like the hotel, it was much larger on the inside, but instead of a lobby, a double staircase curled around the vast space and led to a tall wooden door. More young women lined the stairs, their gloved hands on the silver banisters. I had no idea there were that many faeries in existence, but some of them had round ears, indicating that they were hybrids.

Outside the guild hall, anything went. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The hall was crowded. Long tables filled the main floor, packed with mercenaries of every species. Dark elves played cards with fae. Vampires drank from silver cups. A creature that looked like a mass of shadows sat alone in a corner, watching. The air was loud with conversation, laughter, arguments. No one looked at us. No one cared. I approached the counter at the far end of the hall. A woman stood behind it, her skin grey, her hair white. Dark elf. Her black eyes swept over me, then over Aldric, then back to me.

The response seems to satisfy her as she nodded in agreement. The hall was beautifully decorated in white. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling above, illuminating just the center of the hall and casting everything around it in shadows. “Come with me; I need to introduce you to some persons, if you don’t mind, Fiona,” Evelynn said, glancing over at her. “I don't; you can have her all through the night,” Fiona replied, chuckling. “Fantastic, come on, there are a lot of people to speak to.” Evelynn said, taking Liora’s hand.

They weren't made of iron or wood; they were made of frozen screams, a crystalline lattice of faces caught in a moment of pure terror. Selene stepped forward. She raised her hand, and the violet light—the power the Council had refined into a weapon—flared up. But it wasn't a blast this time. It was a key. The gates dissolved into a fine gray mist, allowing us to pass. Inside, the castle was a labyrinth of hanging tapestries. Some were miles long, depicting the history of worlds that had already been erased. In the center of the Great Hall sat the Tailor. He wasn't hunched over a loom anymore. He was standing on a platform made of spinning stars, his kaleidoscopic eyes fixed on a single, fray