Through every adventure, Ayato had always thought about what kept him protected in Fiore, what kept the country developed, and what kept it enlightened. He figured there had to be some sort of government behind all of this, though never had he seen a sign of what this government looked like. Finally, however, he had gotten any idea, for while anything he had passed was registered by the owner of the establishment, it was also certified by a group known as the "Magic Council." Ayato had imagined that while he was even able to immigrate to Fiore, that he had to be certified by this council, as a child. It was here, however, that Ayato finally managed to see what the government looked like.
Ayato strolled through an underwhelming city known as Era, expected to see a glorious area, though he saw ruins, instead. It seemed there had been times when the Magical Council had not done so well with their operations, though Ayato couldn't blame them. He could not imagine what the Magic Council must go through daily, and while he got to live his life freely, he assumed the Magic Council always had to deal with some sort of opposition. It was always infuriating to hear about such a thing; that darkness still existed, to this day. While Ayato saw that one Magic Council had been obliterated, another had been reborn. The city of Era was still certified by the Magic Council, and there seemed to be some sort of reconstruction of the city while Ayato wandered through it. He could not say a word as all of this city seemed a mystery to him, thus far.
Ayato strolled through an underwhelming city known as Era, expected to see a glorious area, though he saw ruins, instead. It seemed there had been times when the Magical Council had not done so well with their operations, though Ayato couldn't blame them. He could not imagine what the Magic Council must go through daily, and while he got to live his life freely, he assumed the Magic Council always had to deal with some sort of opposition. It was always infuriating to hear about such a thing; that darkness still existed, to this day. While Ayato saw that one Magic Council had been obliterated, another had been reborn. The city of Era was still certified by the Magic Council, and there seemed to be some sort of reconstruction of the city while Ayato wandered through it. He could not say a word as all of this city seemed a mystery to him, thus far.