Here's Chapter 4 guys :D
Disclaimer~I don't own Fairy Tail Hiro Mashima does.
Slaying beasts, piece of cake.
Slaughtering a brigade of men, eating that piece of cake.
Raid on enemy territory, is getting another slice.
But lifting a tea cup to her lips with a pinky raised...is like watching that cake fall to the floor.
They had made their way through a maze, well Erza did whilst Ultear followed behind she almost led herself to multiple dead ends, this is because Erza knows this castle like the back of her deadly hand so she knew where to go, and what was waiting for them: was a tea set and a note that said 'A tea party fit for a Queen,' yeah Knightwalker isn't much a Queen right now.
"This is very difficult..." Knightwalker scoffed in frustration, the tea cup looked so fragile, this is why she likes mugs.
The other girl across from Erza still wore that obnoxious sneer on her face, what I wouldn't give to put this tea cup, and my raised pinky somewhere she wou-
"What is your name?" Ezra thoughts were interrupted.
"Erza Knightwalker." She answered putting honourable force behind her name, it is mine after all, Erza grinned.
Her eyes widened profoundly.
"The General?" she sure sounds shocked.
"Former," Knightwalker corrected.
"What are you doing here? I didn't take you for the type to be tied down by your commanding officer," as if that Blueberry head of Never-gonna-happen will ever be my commanding officer, acquaintance at best.
"I don't, me and that king have unfinished business..."
"Revenge I see, did he fire you?"
"Preposterous, this kingdom crumbles without me, there are guards meant to be at each posts...but they've gotten themselves lost in the west and south sectors," the black haired beauty looked surprised.
"How can you tell?"
"I know the attitude of the people in this kingdom, I know some of them better than themselves..."
"So you know the King?"
Knightwalker faltered, "the King?"
"Yes, how well do you know him?"
Knightwalker wished she knew nothing.
She was stumped slightly, "he is arrogant, thinks to highly of himself and even forgets to floss," she spared no expense...she did hate the man after all.
Ultear was watching closely, she didn't exactly like the fire in Erza Knightwalker's eyes when she spoke of the king, it made her wonder what King Mystogan looks like when he speaks of Erza.
"Okay those were irrelevant...how about the personal things, like his preferences in women?" She's asking extremely personal questions.
"What do I look like? His secret diary? When and if a woman he likes comes into his sight, I would feel sorry for the poor thing..."
"How unfortunate, isn't it?"
They snapped our heads to the side, watching as King Mystogan strolled towards them, flaunt and undoubted in his step. Something he had been practicing.
Ignorant prick...were Erza's only thoughts while Ultear's were a little more suggestive at the sight of Mystogan's confidence.
"Indeed," Erza answered back.
"What if I told you I wanted you, would feel sorry for yourself?" is he joking?
She glared unprepared to answer, but that's when the other guest stepped in.
"I would be overjoyed," nobody asked for your opinion! Erza growled mentally.
"How are you Milady Ultear?"
So this was Ultear? How had she not noticed... The king had spoken of her before, he had said she was the potential queen. Erza felt disgusted at that thought, Ultear acts as if she is a petulant child! While Knightwalker was having her solemn thoughts they continued a conversation.
Erza was suddenly shunned from any sight of entering the conversation as the King proceeded to walk to Ultear kissing her hand with politeness.
Erza continued to sip at the tea trying to do it gracefully, but she was just trying to force it down her throat as the two engaged in a heavy conversation that left Erza all alone.
Then Erza heard her instincts, they were telling her something...
She stood gave the pair a small nod and she left running in her dress letting the tea cup fall to the ground.
Mystogan stared at the empty space that is now his own.
Why did she leave?
He walked back to the place she had left, Mystogan was stumped, was she jealous? (Uhh...probably not) Or was there another reason? He hoped it is was the latter because Erza would indeed be new to that feeling of jealousy, and that could cause issues in his plan to get her back as his General.
Mystogan turned to Ultear.
"If you would excuse me."
Ultear shook her head and watched as the King sprinted out of the Maze like a man possessed while she sat and sipped languidly.
"The General, huh?"