CHAPTER THREE
A soft gust of wind gently blew the cherry blossoms surrounding the imperial garden the flower's are the palest with pretty clusters of stamens with petals falling off
"What a beautiful sight" Master Mest said to himself closing the book he was previously reading dropping it near him.
He inhale the fresh air trying to relax himself despite his students arguing on some trivial issue. He cleared his throat grabbing their attention.
"Razeck, take a look around you" Master Mest demand
Razeck looked puzzle there was nothing new to this garden so why was he asked to look around. Even though he was confused he did as he was told, His eyes rooming around all he saw was flowers and flowers nothing more until his eyes met back his master's own
"It's beautiful isn't it, doesn't it inspire you on a beautiful poem?"
He immediately understood what his master wanted from him, H lifted his gaze up the sky about to recite a poem but Erza beat him to it.
"White Cherry Blossom Behold the joy of spring, As white cherry blossoms blooms, For it will be over soon. she recite
"Hey I was about to recite a poem on the cherry blossoms" Razeck complained fuming in anger
Razeck Graves, the son of the minister of Extra Territorial Affairs and the Duchess of Versamoille. He has dark brown hairs and grey eyes with a little red spark in them. He was a handsome young noble of 156 years with the appearance of a 15 years human and the mental age of a kid. Due to his parents influence and money he has regular access to the Imperial palace and became one of Erza's best friend and the student of one of the most reputable teacher in the whole of Ashet kingdom, Gwen Mest.
"It was beautiful as always princess" Master Mest praised her while ruffling her hairs giving her a delicate smile indicating that he was proud of her.
"Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the march winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire put on, To welcomed their spring best attire." Zayne recite
Zayne Presley, A descendant of one of the 5 great family and heir of a great fortune currently owned by his father who is a great support to the kingdom and major investor in most of the kingdom business and is 156 years old. He has sparkling blond hairs and honey brown eyes.
"By William Wordsworth" Razeck point out
"I was about to say it, Do you think I will boast about a poem which is not mine" Zayne sneered
"I don't think, I am sure about it" he scoffed
"I have an appointment with the viscount this evening so we end here for today." Master Mest interrupt their heated conversation.
"We practically did nothing" Razeck winced
"Just because you two keep arguing" Erza scoffed looking at Zayne and Razeck.
With his students arguing, Master Mest stood up and left without any form of proceed. These three had a great future awaiting them but the path taken will be a painful one so let them enjoy for the moment, After all childhood is a precious gift and coming back to it is impossible.
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"So how does it taste?" Zayne asked with a clumsy smile gracing up his face outlining the beautiful curve of his lips.
"Hmm it's so good, I hope you never make one again." Erza replied with the sweetest smile in the world.
Zayne look at her with a wired face before tasting one of the biscuit he made. It was horrible and he immediately threw up, He did absolutely all what the servant told him but this thing was not eatable.
"I will not risk my life by eating this" Razeck mocked
"It looks like shit" Razeck push the tray full of biscuit made by Zayne aside placing his own tray of biscuit in front of Erza.
She gently took one munching it slowly.
"What kind of ingredients have you used in here, I feel like getting up and screaming it is really delicious" Erza said gesturing a maid to bring her a glass of water."
"You are such a useless man" Zayne sneered
"And you are not better than me." Razeck assured
"I am not as useless as you, I am more powerful than you and my swordsmanship is great I can protect Erza." He said boasting himself
"Hah!! you are really arrogant, You better keep that attitude for yourself" Razeck put in
"I am just telling the truth what's wrong in that" Zayne declare
"I am going home, I can't bear your presence anymore" Razeck fumed throwing the tray in anger running to the main gate
"Yes! Go practice your swordsmanship, you really need to." Zayne said waving a goodbye to Razeck
"Seriously, How did things end up like this. I just wanted to enjoy tea with some biscuit along with SILENCE but no they decided to invite themselves and bring up this stupid idea of organizing a bakery countess. I am sure neither of them ever entered a kitchen because ohh God... If I dislike a person then I will just ask Razeck or Zayne to cook for them." Erza complain out loud to no one in particular.
"Hey!! How can you badmouth me in my presence, Aren't you ashamed?" Zayne complain
"Shout up" she hollered. But it ended up coming out as a cute mellow.
"Ohh you are so cute" He praised ruffling her hairs
"Idiot" She murmured
"By the way I heard that you will be going for a trip in the kingdom of Alveron" He said
"Ahh I see news travels quick" She hummed
"Stay inform and up to date with breaking news" He said in a sing-song manner.
"I will be coming with you" He added
"NO" She said in a monotone voice.