Fairy Tail: Transformation Mage

A week passed by since the day Felix had his talk with Bans. And while he was still recovering from his injuries in the room given to him by Dragonof, he suddenly heard a lot of commotion from behind the door.

At first he decided to ignore it, but seeing that it continued to go on for 15 minutes made him curious about the situation. He then took a magic tool placed beside his bed and pressed the button on it and a few seconds after that there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

A maid then came inside his room and bowed her head. Seeing that Felix narrowed his eyes a bit, not becaus there were some flaws in her mannerism, but because he had noticed that all the females be it knights or maids that he had met in the castle kept some distance away from him. He haven't even got the chance the meet with the queen, yet. Though he don't insist on meeting her since he was not allowed to wake up for quite a while since his wounds were still not healed up and he had to rest a lot because of that, which inturn made him think that it was better to spend the time that he was getting to be used for something that he wanted to do, rather than wait for the queen who might or might not be available.

"What's the commotion going on outside? Is there some sort of problem?"

Hearing his question the maid shook her head and said, "Not at all your highness. The whole castle is busy preparing for the arrival for the knights and mages who had been at the battlefield for all this while. They would be here shortly."

"Oh, they have arrived, huh. Took them quite a while. Than- I mean can you ask someone to prepare a set of clothes which would be appropriate for the event."

The maid nodded her head and said, "Most certainly." and then left the room after giving a bow to Felix.

"How bad of a Playboy was this body's previous owner that even hearing a thank you from me put the girls in the castle on guard, against me? And was I that bar that even the people from some other kingdom know about it?"

When Felix saw the maid's face to stiffen up when he was about to say thank you, he immediately stopped. Thinking that it would be natural for a normal girl to be on guard against the flattery of a Playboy, Felix blamed the nature of the previous host of the body. Though the fact that his 'tales' were well known in Dragonof was false. The maid's and the other females in the castle were on guard against Felix since they were told about him by Irene who herself was warned by Damian to keep distance from him. That was also the reason why Irene who usually found a few chances to relax during the working hours, didn't do so since there was a chance that the prince could use that chance to set up a meeting with her, and she was not willing to do that until Damian was back.

Felix sighed and then got off his bed to stretch his body and waited for the person who would bring his clothes and help him wearing them.

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While the situation in the palace was quite tense since the whole palace was in commotion for the preparations and the people on Damian's side were restless as well.

"Hey Hey, how is the cuisine in Dragonof? Is there any specialty there? What about the liquor?"

"Haha, don't worry, I can guarantee that Adroelia won't be disappointed by our kingdom's cuisine. Regarding specialties and alcohol---"

The soldiers and mages of both the kingdoms were taking to each other with a smile on their faces, since they would be able to enjoy after such a long time.

A lot of them had become friends during their time on the battle field and were discussing how they would be spending time during the break. Many people who had families were calling some of the Adroelian people to their houses for dinner and whatnot while Adroelian soldiers who were enquiring about various stuff were happy to listen to their explanations.

Damian who was getting closer and closer to Dragonof was really in a mood to leave all of them behind, but was somehow able to hold himself back. This coupled with the fact that he was supporting an injured Rung who got his a.s.s kicked for dropping Damian's sweets also played a part in that.

"Were those sweets that important to you that you would punch your friend so hard?"

Damian looked at Rung who was giving him a nasty look and said, "You really want to embarrass yourself any further?"

Rung who heard that blinked his eyes in surprise for a while and finally looked down in disapointment.

He then looked at Christopher who was talking with the other Adroelian higher ups and said, "Chris-dono, my value is even lower than food in my friend's eyes. Ha Ha Ha." and gave a dry laugh.

Christopher who heard him laughing like that looked at him with pity and placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Let's go on a drinking later when we are back in capital. I will show you the best places there."

Rung looked at Christopher with some tears forming in the corner of his eyes and nodded his head. 'He is a good friend....NOT LIKE SOME MAGE BASTARD WHO PUNCHES ME FOR SOME SWEETS!!!'

Damian who saw Rung glaring at him more or less understood what was going on his head and said, "Stop looking at me like that. Tell me who was the one who listened to all your ramblings when you got done in by a gold digger? Or the time when you were dating a girl who took out a d.i.c.k bigger than yours when you two were about to do it? Or the time whe-"

"STAAAAPPPPHHHHH!!!! STAAAAPPPPHHHHH!!!"

Suddenly all the gazes were on the two of them when Damian openly started to talk about Rung's 'adventures'. Rung immediately stopped Damian from speaking further by placing a hand on his mouth and looked around, only to find not only the Dragonof, but also the Adroelian soldiers looking at him with a weird look on their faces.

He wanted to say that it was not true at all, but knowing that the man whom he was stopping from speaking anything further would not even hold back a bit if he do that, removed that idea from his mind.

'WHY THE HELL DID I TELL THOSE THINGS TO A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE HIM!!!.....oh wait, he is the only one who listen to my ramblings when the others were busy f.u.c.k.i.n.g during the 'field trip'.'